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NAME: Jett Star
AGE: 27
SPECIES: Human
Home world: Corellia
FACTION: The Accord
RANK: (Not accepted yet)
HEIGHT: 6’2”
WEIGHT: 145
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
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Personality:
Jett Starr, the man with the world at his whim. Jett star is a very egotistical guy, from the way he dresses down to the way he cooks his breakfast. He has a big head and an inflated sense of pride, which has left him in some less than fortunate situations. He has ran star routes that some would never do or dream of. And he’s gotten there without fail. Well, most of the time.
Jett can be downright blunt sometimes. He doesn’t really care for any faction or any set authority in place. He has learned that, whenever there is a fat stack of credits involved and something to be hauled, he’ll be there on a whim. He doesn’t care where his mouth puts him but he has come to rely on his wits and his way to talk himself out of situations. Jett isn’t to be underestimated, however. He can be just as dangerous as any gun slinging smuggler out there.
Jett isn’t the kindest person in the galaxy either. He doesn’t rely on compassion to steer him. He lets things happen. His way of life isn’t for the weak hearted and he’s not about to get soft for just anyone that comes his way. He’s learned that not everything is meant to be, so he moves on to the next very quickly. His lack of kindness doesn’t let anything around him be out of sync and everything seems black and white in his eyes. You live, you die. You’re good, you’re bad. There’s no credits, no haulzies.
He hasn’t let himself become psychotic, however. He isn’t going to start stepping on baby mynocks for fun. He knows how to lighten up and relax. He isn’t a totally ignorant buffoon. In fact, Jett tends to like people. To a degree. He finds that after a long haul, some r and r helps go a long way. Especially if the entertainment at the local cantina is cheap and the floors are somewhat clean. Jett’s kind of a germaphobe.
Jett Star is also very talkative. He could talk his way out of a rancor pit, if the monster could speak basic. Even when he’s in a jam, he tends to get talkative. He isn’t the type of guy to just sit around and mope. He would talk you down even if you had a blaster to his forehead. He probably would be horrified but he would talk, nonetheless.
Jett is very seldom cooperative. He doesn’t like working in groups. He’s a lone cowboy, unless the pay is good. He isn’t a very good “problem solver” either, to put it on the table. He’s not good with teaming up with people to come together to solve a problem. He likes to work alone. He was built for being alone on long hauls. He likes things to go his way and he’ll try to talk his way into getting everything he wants. Whether it be more credits or time.
He is also very… eccentric. He sometimes can get a little zany and lose his head. But this leads him to be a very unique person… Sort of. He can be very off putting sometimes and make everyone around him not want to be around him. He’s not a very “people” friendly.
Jett can also be very selfish at times, putting his needs over the needs of others. He has learned through his hard life that situations often call for fight or flight. And he’ll choose flight every time.
Biography:
Jett Starr. The man with the plan. The guy with the know-how on what this universe demands. And if they demand it, he’ll supply it. His parents cared for him. His mother would miss him dearly if she found out he had died. His father would miss him too, although Jett thought he wouldn’t care as much as his mother. Jett never really cared for his father. He wasn’t abusive, or cruel. But he always stuck his nose in the air when it came to Jett’s problems. He told Jett “A man’s problems shouldn’t stop him from living life.” Whatever that meant. His mother had a slightly different approach and pushed aside her problems enough to listen. They were strict parents but he knew they loved him. Father was probably sitting back, drinking something strong, wondering why his son never followed in his footsteps like his brother did. His sisters were all big name lawyers or school teachers or successful real-estate agents. Jett, however, got into the wrong circles. Started living his life on the go. Delivering newspapers. Not ordinary newspapers. Big, sometimes illegal, newspapers. He had the dumb idea that he could make all the money he wants by being a “delivery boy”. He could work for group A and group B. Even when their warring with each other and one of them is executing people for no good reason. Now look at him. Flying around The Sith Brotherhoods space, running from a bunch of merc’s that weren’t too pleased about their shipment that they received. Which was, in his words, “totally illegal in the first place”.
”Beeeeeeert! Beeeeeeert! Beeeeeert!”
”I know the shields are down! Stop yelling at me!”
Jett flipped a few switches and yanked the controls left, the Yg-300 responding almost immediately by swinging to the port side. The ship was agile. Well, agile enough to escape the turret fire coming from two hunter class starships. He probably couldn’t out gun them, he thought. He could make the jump to light speed but the hyper drive was warming still and the light turret he had blasting back at them only made him a harder target to lock on to. If he only would have let Kuriso stay with him as a co-pilot… The two enemy ships closed in on him fast and sirens started to blare over the loud speakers. Jett knew that siren too well. He was being locked on for cannon fire.
The hyper drive was still warming up. He could hear the remaining power convert to the stern from the confidence inducing “bing bing!” coming from the left of the cockpit. He bought a little bit of time but that didn’t mean he was out of the fire yet.
”Bing bing, baby, bing bing!” He continued his bing binging, bing binging until he swung over to the navigation computer and quickly started punching in coordinates.
”…Can’t go to Serenno, can’t go to Celanon…” The ship rumbled as enemy fire connected to the back of the ship. Jett had to act quickly. He looked back at the controls to his flank and flipped a few switches. ”…Botajef, no, Bandomeer, no… Oh ho, definitely can’t go to Mandalorian space… I sold them 20 cases of durasteel instead of 50… Theeeeeir not to happy…” The ship jerked and shuttered violently, sending Jett falling over his chair.
”Bleeeeeeert! Bleeeeeeeert!”
”Stop blasting holes in my ship!!” Jett quickly recovered from the fall and punched in the coordinates at the last moment, a light on the control panel blinking blue in the process. Jett looked over and got giddy.
”Finally!” He quickly went back to the controls, slamming forward the throttle to the hyper drive.
”Hey Merc's, suck my n-“ ”The Stallion” roared with life, blasting off into hyperspace and leaving his pursuers in a fit of rage.
Equipment:
SA-21 Sunspear
An assortment of different identification cards.
Jett's appearance
Skills:
Ace pilot.
Knows his way around a hydrospanner.
Ship:
A modified Yg-300 freighter/”The Stallion”
The ship has an upgraded hyper drive system. Class 2
Also has a top speed between 90 MGLT
The bigger engine and hyperdrive took up room, Cargo space decreased by 10 metric ton's.
The ship’s Dual Laser Turret has been downgraded to a Dual Light Turret.
Modified floor boards for extra cargo space. Also for concealment.
The forward facing heavy laser cannons have been replaced with Light Laser Cannons.
There is an upgraded computer system, giving the Dual Laser Turrets auto fire.
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