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N'GHFTOR 131 - Assassin for Hire
"An eye for an eye...."
Where I was, why I was there, I didn't know...I couldn't remember.
The air in that operating room was heavy, and the table was cold. I could barely see when I woke up, I was so sensitive to the light, even the dim green of that dark room was like the sun to me. After blinking for almost a minute, I finally gained some modicum of vision, only to realize I could only see out of my left eye. I was trembling against the cold metal of that table. I tried to get up, only to realize I was restrained. I tried to clench my fist to see if I could break the restraints; I didn't know what I expected. What I found, was that I couldn't feel my entire upper arm, either of them. I craned my neck, and much to my horror, I realized I no longer had my arms, that they were replaced with metal and wiring. It was a shock, but I had to get past it. I tried a couple more times to clench my fist, and eventually I got used to the new hand. The restraint broke after a couple of minutes, so I rolled over and undid the second one. I found that they broke so easily because they had been rusted over years and years. I could have been in that facility for a long time.
Eventually I managed to free myself. I stood there, with nothing but my new parts, and some shorts made of what I believed to be Bantha Hide. Walking was difficult at first, due to both my partial blindness and my new foot. I got the hang of it eventually. I exited the ward I was in, and found that the facility I was in was abandoned. I walked down the hallway, not knowing where else to go. The lights were hanging from their fixtures, and most didn't work anymore. Soon enough, I found a lavatory, the light flickering on and off inside of it. I looked at the mirror within its, and beheld my face. It should have disturbed me, but the person staring at me was a stranger. I didn't remember my own face. The metal plating of my visage, the green splotches became my image at that moment. As I stared at myself, I noticed my right eye was not gone, but replaced. The moment I wondered why it had failed to work, it came on, as if I had pressed a button to activate it. My vision became half normal, half heads up display. It was almost more disorienting than waking up half blind.
I left the lavatory, in attempt to find out more. What planet was I on? Why was I here? Who am I? Travelling further down the hallway, I discovered even more disheartening wreckage. Not of old age, but of violence. The walls and floors beheld bloody hand and foot prints, the walls had scorch marks from blasters on them, and the air got colder the further I went. Eventually, I began to find corpses and skeletons. All of them were human as far as I could tell, maybe one or two zabrak or twi'lek. I found nothing particularly helpful, simply signs of struggle. All of the other wards had been looted or destroyed.
By this time, my new eye began acting up, going in and out of static, flashing words at me...
-N'GH**-
-13SGJAJ-
-LEFT CO1010101-
Was I broken? I had to ignore it, and continued on. After a few moments, something was telling me things. Something was giving me what felt like commands. No, I couldn't see nor hear them, I just felt...urges. Things you wouldn't think of, or guess on your own. Regardless, I didn't know what else to do, so I listened. I was led down corridors, hallways, upstairs even, until eventually, I found an office. The door was broken, glitching and sliding in and out of it's slot. I passed through, and looked at the office. The small room held only a couple of things: A locker, about as tall as myself, a desk that was broken in two, and something under the desk. I brushed the dust and debris off it, a datapad I found out. The moment I picked it up, it turned itself on, and it presented words at me. A name, it would appear.
-MORAGON QUINN-
I didn't know who this person was, I didn't know what they looked like, but the moment I saw the name, I got another one of those urges. This time it was stronger, much more potent. I felt hate, I felt anger, and complete, total rage towards this name. I dropped the datapad, and like I had been planning to do it since I woke up, I moved to the tall locker in the room. I opened it, and inside of it, a great coat, pants, boots, a wide brimmed hat, all black and gray in color. Beside them, a long vibroknife, brand new, and a rifle. I grabbed the rifle last, after equipping the rest of the gear. As I grabbed it, It felt...different. Not like you would expect a weapon to feel. It felt like it was a part of me, like an extension of myself, like an extra limb. I knew the weapon inside and out. It was a part of me. I slung it over my shoulder, and set out the door, and headed out of the room, following those urges.
The name continued to ring in my head, following images of death, skulls, and words of hate and terror. Whoever this Moragon Quinn was, I was going to put one between their eyes...
Following my urges, or programming, I later learned it to be, I eventually ended up at a small hangar, which lead to the last discovery I made of that place; I was on an asteroid. There was one ship there, barely in working order. I entered it, started it up, and took flight. There was very little fuel in it, and it wasn't made for very long travel. I checked it's latest coordinates, and got Nar Shadaa, which wasn't very far, less than half a parsec. So I went off, and after only a couple of hours of travel, I docked.
I didn't remember ever being to the city, I didn't remember much of anything. I told the alien who docked my ship that he could have it, and do what he wanted with it. He paid me a mere five hundred credits for it, to which I discovered, I already had five hundred on me.
I didn't know what I was doing on Nar Shadaa, but the first thing I did was find a drink...
CHARACTERISTICS
NAME
N'ghftor 131
FACTION
Hutt Cartel
RANK
Prospect
SPECIES
Human Cyborg
HOMEWORLD
Unknown
AGE
24
CREDITS
1,000
NAME
N'ghftor 131
FACTION
Hutt Cartel
RANK
Prospect
SPECIES
Human Cyborg
HOMEWORLD
Unknown
AGE
24
CREDITS
1,000
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
6'0
WEIGHT
235 lbs
EYES
Blue(Human) Red(Cybernetic)
HAIR
Black
SKIN
Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE
No
ATTRIBUTES
STRENGTH ■■■■ N'ghftor 131 is somewhat Cybernetically augmented, but not that far beyond a normal Human of his size. He has a heavy metal swing, but not much other than that.
DEXTERITY ■■■■■■■■ N'ghftor 131 was designed for Stealth combat, he has little issue making his way around
CONSTITUTION ■■■■ His implants will hold up to one or two blaster shots, but not much else. Face to face, an angry Trandoshan or perhaps a potent Force User could still easily crush him.
INTELLIGENCE ■■■■■■■■■ N'ghftor 131's cybernetics involve more brain than brawn. He is a tactician and strategist.
WISDOM ■■■ This cyborg's choices are based mostly on either logic or intuition, he has little more than common sense on his side.
CHARISMA ■ N'ghftor 131, if he ever was a decent looking Human, he is not anymore. His face has been overcome by metal and electronics. On his body, wherever machine meets man, small splotches of green tint his skin. A side effect of his experimental design, his skin is numb and dead around his implants, kept from rotting only by small amounts of Kolto in his system, hence the green coloring.
GEAR
Most of N'ghftor 131's gear is built into him already. His right eye has been replaced with custom Cybernetics. It functions as a scope, allowing him to zoom his view while closing his left eye. When being used, it extends to a maximum of about five inches, allowing for about 8x magnification. His eye has also been equipped with targeting and image recognition. When hunting a target, he will most likely have downloaded whatever information he can into one of the drives in his brain. Should he be equipped with an image, he can pick them out of a crowd with it.
N'ghftor 131's targeting system is designed to work with his weapon, which can be best described as a customized E-5S Sniper Rifle, lacking a scope. A bio-recognition grip on the weapon will activate his targeting system whenever he grabs the weapon, acting as the weapon's scope.
N'ghftor 131 also carries a Vibroknife for the rare case in which he may have to slit a throat or shank someone.
