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Nastrad Weilcher the Third
” Your audacity and ability will be noted, mark my words.” – Venator Furtificus
“I ain’t never begged for anything, no one ever gave me nothing. I want something, I do it myself. My way, or the hard way… though it’s mostly the same.” – Nastrad while on Veficul Bay
In all of my years, I never thought there was one thing I enjoyed. There was nothing I did because I liked it, every move I took was not taken to close the gap between me and my goals… Or so I thought. I thought I wanted credits so I could survive. I thought I needed to be a mercenary because not only it was the only thing I was good at, but because it was the only way I had to keep the credits coming. I thought I was just making my way around the galaxy, never realizing the thing I loved the most, not until it was taken from me.
I loved freedom.
Still do. It was a severe blow to get thrown into the dung pile they liked to call Maximum Security Facility, the fabled Veficul Bay. I thought it was going to destroy me, every day after I entered I felt myself dying a little more and more every day. Until I figured I had a fighting chance… and that I would either fight to be free, or die trying. It’s a strange feeling, to realize that the thing you love the most is taken away. You start to miss it, and you can only think of the time you spent innocently enjoying it. It’s almost like an addiction. But it was a long run until it ended up like this…
Ah, it was decades ago… I was born on the Smuggler’s Moon, Nar Shaddaa… But I can’t remember most of my childhood. Why, I do not know; maybe because there was so very little childishness to it, or because I don’t wish to remember a time where I did not hold my own strings. I was raised by a woman of age, whom I knew as Mom, though I haven’t called her that ever since I left the place. And because she’s dead. But let’s not skip stuff here, I do remember something… it was the particular episode that helped shape who I am. I know that there was this mechanic back on the level bellow us with a repairing office; Mom wanted her droid repaired, and so she let it in his care. Once she went to get it back, it had been stolen by another mechanic from the same level, and she’d have to buy from it. Pretty convenient, right? I mean, I was not older than fourteen and I could see through that stupid scheme like a rancor hiding against duraglass. The toll this other salesman was asking was absurd for that droid, which was ours, and we couldn’t properly turn them in to the authorities because there were none. So after a lot of deliberation, I did the only thing that can get you anywhere while on this Moon; I stood up for myself.
My Mom was a very tranquil person, she never had any real trouble she couldn’t sweet talk her way out of it; despite being of advanced age, she did seemed to be a beauty back on her days and had an unmatched charisma that some of the older more respected(or feared, call it what you like) seemed to enjoy. But even she gotten herself into trouble sometimes that her sweet talk didn’t ease. And with that, she taught me something I’ll never forget: Sometimes the only thing better than a good speech is a good speech and a good gun. And I just so happened to know where she hid hers… Taking it to the shop of the said mechanic, I told him it needed fixing. He asked why. I showed him why: it killed people. And I just so happened to be aiming at his chest when I squeezed that trigger over and over. Needless to say, it warned everyone; it was heard on the whole street where the small shop was, it didn’t even give me time to pick the droid back, I just had time to run away.
As I suspected, it had all been a scheme. Shoppers claim that other shoppers stole goods so they can have the stolen goods bought back from other merchants, making some of the profit. How did I come to this conclusion? As soon as I shot, his buddies from other stores started to chase me like mad dogs. It was insane. The streets were filled with gunfire, the slugs rebound on the walls here and there, and from time to time I had just enough time to dodge under an arm hoping to grab me, or dodge a slugthrower pointed at my face ready to give me new facial ventilation… But I managed alright; though I don’t remember most of it, I was running a lot, most of what I remember is blurry, I don’t even know if I went the quickest way home, but I ran like hell. But alas, I was just a kid… and kids run home when they’re in danger. And I did run home… When I arrived, I remember frantically barricading the way in, but shiiiit… those guys didn’t like to have one of them smoked by a young kid like myself. When my Mom saw the slugthrower in my hands and the commotion outside, her eyes widened with fear; she was worried, and with reason. Against my shouting and squirming she locked me away in a hidden compartment on the house used by the previous owner for his smuggling activities if I’m not mistaken. I stayed there curled in the dark for hours without knowing what had happened, until when I finally cracked my way out of the room using a panic button, I realized that Mom was nowhere to be found.
There was only one option for me, from that point on. I needed to survive, and to survive, I needed credits. I didn’t have a specific reason to live, but surviving is a basic instinct to all living forms. If it was a different planet, maybe he’d be given to child services or some whack shit like that. But this was Nar Shaddaa; child services were not functional at all. To remain hidden and get myself some coverage against those shoppers, I joined a local thug’s gang. From there to an intense life of crime it only took few years; I was twenty two when I began to find mercenary contracts here and there. I wasn’t particularly hard to employ, I’d take up pretty much any job given to me, no matter how dirty it was. Hell, I remember I once had to massacre up a whole church of these strange Shadow Worshippers; ****ing looners, you’d find them in the dark worshipping the shadow. If I had not been paid to kill them, I’d find it ****ing hilarious.
Ten years later, life had hardened me. I was ruthless; nothing that crossed me had a pretty fate left to it. I ended up joining what would be my ruin; The Skeleton Guard. A group of mercenaries which, let me say, were somewhat ****ed up in their heads. The leader himself was living proof of that – total maniac. I remember one time we went to raid a big business company to steal the goods and perhaps even the ship; when I told him that the ship we were trying to steal would be totaled after I had my ways with it, he complimented me. I liked him; he was a forwards person, ruthless just like me. However, as I said, it winded up as my fall. Ruan. A planet under Republic control, and after aligning with the Alsakan Forces during the war, we were ordered to bomb it; what we did not know is that it had been evacuated previously, and the bombardment was a failure. Despite this, the Skeleton Guard (already a target of the Republic and bounty hunters) slowly started to break apart; with the end of the war, I decided I was better off on my own and so I took off, travelling across the galaxy for a few years, taking small contracts here and there, just barely enough to survive. But eventually luck ran out. While I was on Telos, I got into more trouble than I could handle after getting drunk and was arrested by the city guards. Little did they know who they had caught… I was transferred to a safer cell and waited for the Republic to come pick me up.
Transferred back to Coruscant, I was trialed and sentenced to serve life, in a maximum security facility: Veficul Bay. As soon as I was thrown into that ransacked place I knew I only had two options… I could give up and die, or I could fight ‘til the end and prevail. There weren’t many more options in that hell hole. As time went by, I just thought of how to get out of there, but to get out of there I’d need allies. During the day I would work out; if I wanted to keep my mind sane, I would have to keep my body sane. During the night, I rested easy; no one would dare cross me inside that prison. It stretched out through years; after awhile I didn’t even bother with cutting my hair or trimming my beard anymore. With the years, I was brought a gift, Nikolai Voi’un. A man with not only the guts, but the tactics to pull a breakout, and the charisma to draw numbers to execute a plan. And so he did. I followed him because we shared something: we both hated the Republic. Each for its own reasons, the gang was formed and after almost ten years rotting in that place, I was able to escape.
Now at large, the Galaxy has no limit. We could go wherever we wanted. We could do whatever we wanted. We have joined goals, and we’ll fight for those goals. We crossed half of the Galaxy during our escape. We occupied and conquered a bigass Space Station from Republican Forces. And we are not going to stop. All for the sake of freedom.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Alsakan Crysis Timeline
Raiders of the Arc
Assault on Ruan
Hutt Wars Timeline
The Classic
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