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The Blackhand

NAME
Lissa Javik
TITLE
Lissa Blackhand
AGE

23
SPECIES
Human
HEIGHT
5ft 4in
BUILD
Athletic
EYE COLOR
Emerald Green
HAIR COLOR
Purple and Red
HOMEWORLD
Nar Shadda
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Independant
RANK
N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY
Yes, unawakened



Life is a neverending path, you'll never know what comes next, but as long as you stick by your creed, you won't always be looking back. Don't let anyone tell you what to do, your life is yours, and you live by your own code, rest of the Galaxy be damned.


B I O G R A P H Y



  • Born on Nar Shadda, Lissa was like most people, just trying to survive each day with some credits to feed her and her father after her Mother was killed by some spice-addict looking for a quick credit. She worked as a ship engineer, working on the docks to keep the Merc and Hutt ships in working condition. Her Father would always tell her to leave the planet, find somewhere better to work, make an actual life for herself instead of wasting away looking after an old syndicate bag man, but she would always blow him off and keep pressing on. Things didn't get any better when he got sick - Nar Shadda hospitals weren't exactly known for having cheap and effective treatment.

    She needed more credits than what she was getting, so she started taking jobs on the side: roughing up deadbeats, collecting protection credits, races, etc. She wasn't a fighter by nature, but in Nar Shadda, you learned or your died, it was as simple as that. She was able to keep up with the payments to keep him alive, and even started to make a small name for herself on the streets, but it wasn't long before her Father's condition began to deteriorate. Out of desperation, she took a job to try and earn enough credits for a more expensive treatment that would eradicate the illness instead of just keeping it in check and hoping it receded on it's own.

    She was to infiltrate a Casino and kill the owner, apparently he'd stopped paying tribute and gotten too big for his boots. The casino was filled with guards, all armed, and paid handsomely to protect their employer with extreme prejudice. Against all odds, she completed the job, but she lost an arm in the process and spent months in a coma. When she finally woke up, she was greeted with the news that her Father had expired in the interim, with his final words being regret that his daughter had wasted her youth trying to protect him.

    Outfitted with a new arm of black durasteel, Lissa finally decided to go her own way, using the credits from the job to buy a ship and leave Nar Shadda for good, intent on living her own life and pursuing her own dreams...whatever the hell they were at this point...




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A T T R I B U T E S




  • Lissa is a talented combatant, agile and quick to compensate for her lack of strength compared to others. While she is well-versed in hand-to-hand combat and other forms of battle and weaponry, she prefers a tried and tested blaster in her hand, her instincts serving her well at close and long range fighting.

    Outside of combat, Lissa is a decent engineer and pilot, having developed a slow and pedantic, but thorough approach to ship maintenance. Her lack of formal training is made up for with an enthusiastic need to fix things, she'll happily examine every inch of an item before taking it apart and seeing if she can figure out what's wrong with it before reassembling it. The only thing she hesitates to tinker with is droids, given her belief that they are just as intelligent and worthy of respect and life as she is.



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- Jedust
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Jedust is a hallucinogenic and performance-enhancing drug that was invented between 19 BBY and 2 ABY by an Imperial Senator named Zanric Clonathan. It has been marketed to the upper-crust of the wealthy elite as a rare and high-class narcotic, due in no small part to the expensive nature of it's creation and the fact that it is composed of one of the rarer materials in the Galaxy: Kyber Crystals.

EFFECTS

Jedust, per the name, is a powdered drug. It can be inhaled through the mouth or nostrils or be mixed into food and/or drinks, the effect remains largely the same, simply through different means of reaching the bloodstream.

When taken, Jedust interacts with the Midichlorians of it's user, causing an exponential increase in Midichlorian activity and production. This often manifests in the form of the senses becoming heightened; colors will become more vivid, sounds crisper and sharper, your skin becomes more sensitive to stimuli to the point that even a simple gust of wind can be felt even through multiple layers of clothing. In some users, the senses can even become confused, unable to handle or adequately communicate stimuli with the brain, leading to cases of synesthesia. It has often been compared to a form of hyper-awareness, similar to the state of connection that a Jedi feels when they are open to the force, though it must be stressed that a user does not become Force Sensitive - it merely allows them to feel the Force around them to a greater degree than before. The duration of the effects tend to vary, though a single dose (e.g. a single snort into the lungs or a teaspoon in your drink) generally lasts around 6 hours.

Due to the intense effects Jedust generates, it has become highly addictive among those who partake and those going through withdrawal (which often takes weeks) have describes the symptoms as feeling akin to drowning or being smothered, where the world around them, once vibrant and teeming with life, now feels dull and washed out. Due to it's prolific use by some of the Elite, it is speculated to have originated several bounties on Force Sensitive individuals, the end goal being acquiring the Kyber Crystals in their lightsaber. The withdrawal has been colloquially named "Kyber-psychosis" - especially apt given it's effect on Force Sensitive beings,

While Jedust results in an intense high for non-FS beings, it has a drastically different effect on those who are Force Sensitive - particularly Jedi. Inhalation or ingestion of Jedust by beings with a particularly high Midichlorian count suffer from vivid and often grotesque audio-visual hallucinations based around their worst memories and fears. In several cases, Force Sensitives have reported hearing a 'chorus of broken screaming' and 'feeling every piece of pain they have ever caused or felt' reflected back upon them a thousand-fold. While not 100% fatal, 1 in 2 Force Sensitives succumb to the effects of the drug and die due to heart attacks or suicide. Scholars speculate that, due to the semi-sentient state of Kyber Crystals, the more adverse effects are a punishment of sorts by the former Crystal for torturing it in such a manner.

Unlike Non-Force Sensitives, Force Sensitive beings do not experiences any of the high that comes from the Jedust and, subsequently, cannot become addicted to it.

USE


Jedust has most commonly seen use by the wealthiest beings in the Galaxy as a recreational drug due to it's method of creation and rarity making it only affordable to those with a small planet's worth of credits for a single dose. It is sometimes used as an unofficial status symbol, with quantity often denoting wealth and power in comparison to those without, as well as a symbol of their supposed superiority over those whom tout physical power or enlightenment over monetary power and influence, like the Sith or the Jedi. Athletes and Mercenaries have also occasionally been supplied doses of Jedust from wealthy patrons out of a belief that it can enhance your physical abilities, but that claim is completely unsubstantiated.

Some studies have hypothesized that the relatively benign nature of the drug would mark it as an excellent anti-depressant, were it not for it's rarity and the ethical concerns regarding it's nature as a pseudo-sentient life-form. The criminal element, particularly those affiliated with the Five Syndicates, have also been rumored to use Jedust as a form of torture or execution on Force Sensitives who interfere in their operations. The Jedi Order have been known to publicly denounce the use of Jedust and confiscate any that it found, though what use they have for it is unknown.

CREATION

The process of creating Jedust is long and costly, but ultimately just as capable replenishing profit as it is draining it.

Due to findings supposedly obtained from the Jedi Temple by looters and slicers in the weeks after it's seizure by the 501st Legion of the GAR, it is known that Kyber Crystals are almost impervious to heat and pressure, making them almost indestructible. However, it is possible to manipulate Kyber Crystals, as proven by the research of the Jedi and Galen Erso, this formed the baseline of the first process to create Jedust.

First, a large Kyber Crystal must be obtained, optimally around 6 feet in height, 3 feet in diameter. Using Galen Erso's research, the Crystal will be forcibly realigned along the night-time axis of the Force to produce a near-immeasurable yield of energy, which is then funneled into a specialized molecular destabilizer. The destabilizer will weaken and deteriorate the 'lattice' structure of the Kyber Crystal, heavily weakening it's structural integrity and allowing it to be ground into dust via an industrial-strength press over the course of several hours. When the process is complete, the remaining energy must be safely siphoned from the large Kyber Crystal and redistributed elsewhere, lest you risk the destructive release of that remaining energy.

When the process is finished, if done correctly, the Kyber Crystal will now be little more than a pile of dull sand-colored dust, ready to be packed and sold.

INTENT

To create a new drug for general world-building and expand upon the nature of Kyber Crystals and what value they could potentially hold for non-FS people.

 
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Enya Darand



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Weight
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Human
39 yo.
Female
6' 0"
181 lb
Purple
Empire
Squire
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The Road so Far...
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ASSET(S)

--Armor
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  • 2 Orange-bladed Lightsabers
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A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away, there lived a small human couple in the droning soundscapes and suffocating streets of Coruscant's under-city. Darran was a hyper-dog vendor near a packed office building, and Lyanna was a pilot for one of the Hydian Way's many many transit companies. It wasn't glamorous, and the two didn't see each other as often as they'd like, but they were happy and that was all they could really have hoped for given their lots in life. Of course, partially because of their struggles and partially because they simply had no interest, they didn't want children, but you know the saying - life isn't kriffing fair.

Enya was born near the end of 119 ABY on a freighter headed into the Outer Rim, coming into the world kicking and screaming and fighting for every inch of breath, much like her parents. Despite not wanting her to begin with, her mother couldn't help but worry about the newborn's safety; call it paternal instincts or simple human decency, but she knew full well what orphanages tended to do to kids, especially in the Outer Rim or an Ecumenoplis like Coruscant, it would've been like she never even existed. Lyanna had grown up in an orphanage and it was a small miracle that she turned out relatively normal, she didn't want that for this child, she wanted her to grow up somewhere that would at least care for her, if not love her like their own.

When they finally reached the Outer Rim, Lyanna pulled a favor with the captain to temporarily alter course to Ajan Kloss where she and her daughter, wrapped neatly in clean sheets, made way toward the Jedi Temple. Say what you would about their naive do-gooder nature, but a lost kid was right up their alley, she would be safe there among the monks. Lyanna left her daughter on the steps of the Jedi Temple in the early hours of the morning, and whether or not it was out of a desire to be a mother for those last few moments, before leaving, she looked back at her child and wrote a name on her sheet wrappings - Enya Darand.

That was the earliest and only memory Enya would have, a teary-eyed mother leaving her child on the steps of the Jedi Temple - a place she would come to call home. Of course, she was taken in and, whether the will of the force or simple luck, she was Force Sensitive, so she would be trained as all the others were. Growing up, she would learn the ways of the Force, absorbing their philosophy, challenging it, but respecting it too, and her power and wisdom would begin to blossom. It was somewhat lonely though, there were some younglings her age but she often found it too easy to get caught up in playing with them or spreading gossip about their teachers to keep themselves entertained - she would often go through bouts of constant study before lapsing into constant play. She would often ponder on the subject of her parents though - Who were they? What did they do? Did she have siblings? Why...why was she left behind?

When she turned 13, she was apprenticed to one Sybian Mariner, a much older and gruffer Jedi Knight whom, nonetheless, was a very caring and kind figure (assuming you didn't steal his stew that is). His teaching style was unique to be sure - he would often take her out of the Temple and into Ajan Kloss' wilderness where they would, as he put it, connect with the Force in it's purest form. She would continue her swordsmanship and Force training, but she also began to learn survival skills such as living off the land, how to make use of natural landscape and resources, how to make good shelter or survive the harshness of the elements when she couldn't, and yes, how to make her own meals from the local wildlife. She had to admit, killing the animals and cooking them wasn't something she wanted to do, but her Master seemed to take a lot of joy in cooking various stews and broths and legs of meat, it was something he wanted to share with her. She wanted to share in that joy with him too, and in many ways, she started to see him as a surrogate Father.

He seemed to recognize this though. Throughout their first year of training, they would talk about many things, but often, Enya's parents would come up in her thoughts. He cared for her a great deal, and although the Jedi taught that she should let go of those feelings, he knew how important closure was, so he decided to help her find her parents. Looking up the shipping registry for the days surrounding her arrival as a baby, they found Lyanna's name, along with a matching surname and, with this clue, they managed to track her back to Coruscant. Unfortunately, life wasn't particularly kind to Enya's mother or father, they found out by talking to some co-workers that, around 2 years after Enya's birth, Lyanna fell ill in the Outer Rim - Quannot's Syndrome - she didn't make it back home. As for her Father...well, grief could cause people to do a lot of things and, according to some witnesses, he just stopped showing up to work one day and, eventually, someone else took his hyper-dog stand. There you had it, she knew who her parents were and what happened to them, and even though she still didn't know for certain, she could guess why she was given up. She couldn't tell if it had any effect on her, but at the very least, on that day, she had some of her questions answered, and her mind rested a little easier.

The Master and Apprentice returned to Ajan Kloss and the rest of Enya's training proceeded smoothly, with her bond to Sybian only growing as they began to venture out into the Outer Rim territories to crusade against the evils of the Hutts and the Sith and double-dealing Sabaac con artists (don't ask). Eventually, at the age of 20, she sheared off her braid and was anointed a fully fledged Jedi Knight. Despite her newfound freedom, she still went out and saw the Galaxy with her Master until he eventually passed away peacefully at 73, surrounded by his fellow knights and his former apprentice. Afterwards, she wandered the Galaxy on her own, the flash of her Orange saber heralding the arrival of a Jedi Crusader throughout the Outer and Mid Rim territories. It wasn't easy of course, she wasn't a vigilante, she had to deal with politics and corruption wherever she went, but she forged ahead like a true Jedi would. No matter what Enya did though, she still couldn't escape the encroaching feeling of loneliness that continued to dog her since Sybian died. It got bad enough that it began to affect her focus and her abilities, making her less effective in the field and causing her fellow Jedi to become somewhat concerned for her.

Several years later, when she was 28, she would investigate a Pyke Syndicate operation smuggling faulty and cheaply made medical equipment into the Core Worlds. Their leader was a Twi'Lek smuggler and fencer named Kyren, a handsome devil with a reputation as a ladies man, as well as a fearsome opponent. As she uncovered each layer of the operation and began to make inroads toward Kyren, she found herself becoming somewhat...interested in him. This interest only increased when he managed to corner her while she was wandering the streets in search of leads, pulling her into an alley and giving her a peck on the cheek before his vibroblade barely missed her heart, her saber deflecting the killing blow and resulting in a duel that would lead to the pair of them wheezing and bleeding all over the street, riddled with cracked ribs and wounded egos. He escaped her then, but not without a parting jab - "till next we meet oh ashen beauty."

This was only their first meeting mind you, there were more, with each interaction becoming just as, shall we say, flirtatious, not to mention deadly. As they fought, they would talk, and the banter of a duel started to slowly give way into something a little more personal. The two would verbally spar on their childhoods, their views on the Galaxy, and muses on the confusing and sometimes hypocritical or dogmatic view of the Jedi vs the self-serving, disloyal and exploitative business practices of the Pykes. Despite his roguish nature, she could sense that he had a code he lived by; he never hurt innocents, he only ever threatened or harmed those in the business and never without good reason, and he refused to skimp on his men or the profits they earned because they all earned it together. As a result, he had a crew of tough, loyal, and experienced smugglers at his back, part of the reason why he was so successful.

She knew he wouldn't give up without a fight - at least, not if he didn't have a reason to. She began looking into the things he smuggled after they left his hands, discovering the medical supplies and tech he was transporting was going to poorer colonies, settlements, and slums throughout the Core, with their less than stellar performance often resulting in many dead and/or suffering souls, souls who were then enticed by more Pyke Syndicate goons who would offer them a way to ease their pain - for a price, of course. Smuggle faulty tech, let the tragedies happen, then hook the aggrieved survivors on Spice to fleece them of their Credits, and the smuggling would keep happening because the Guild was paid off. Enya knew Kyren wouldn't be able to look past this, his code wouldn't let him, he was transporting and offloading tech that would contribute to the suffering of those of the same means as him, not the rich and not the privileged, as he previously thought.

When she confronted him, he went to the Pykes himself, despite her warnings. She tried to get the Republic to intervene, but all she got was people muttering in her ear about jedi overstepping their boundaries and committee meeting about what to do with the 'Pyke problem'. Kyren nearly died at their hands, with most of his crew ending up dead in their bid to escape retribution. Despite their deaths, the Pykes chose to imprison him instead for blowing up their supply ships on his way out. Of course, Enya wasn't one to sit around and she made the choice to go on a roaring rampage against the Pykes until she found him again, chained up in a cell beneath Ord Mantell. Seeing him beaten and bloody, she couldn't deny something in her heart yearned for him, something deep and innate. It was a connection, one that she hadn't felt before, even with Sybian, and so after freeing him and exposing the Guild member that was being bribed, forcing the operation to collapse since their ships were gone and the Republic at large knew of them now, they were free.

Despite his role in their destruction, the Republic tried to arrest Kyren after all was said and done - it was only Enya's not-too-subtle threat of retribution should they lay a hand on him that kept him out of their custody. Enya began a relationship with Kyren and, though her Jedi-ness sometimes annoyed him, they would end up getting together as a crime-fighting couple of sorts - they even helped the Jedi and Republic when they were trying to repel the AMS-infected from the Mid Rim worlds. After a year or two, Enya could feel children growing within, their Force intertwined with her own 0 she would be a Mother!! Given that, she decided, for their kids sake,it was about time to retire so, at the ripe old age of 30, she left the Jedi Order and put down roots on Dantooine with Kyren as farmers. 9 months passed and she would give birth to twins, Iden and Galen, her babies. It was starting to feel like a happily ever after...for a while.

As the years passed, and her children grew, Enya felt content, cultivating the connections that she had yearned for all her life. Despite that, the Jedi life was just as much a part of her, and she found herself plagued with a wanderlust and a desire to do good. It didn't help that Kyren would still go on jobs occasionally when they needed money, doing jobs for the Republic and the ISC as they grew stronger. Not only did she stay behind with the children, but she also had to watch as the Republic collapsed, AMS spread, the Sith grew into an Empire once again, only to be ousted by their own, and the Jedi begin to fade and wane into infamy again. She thought that everything she did in her life had meant something, but now she was just watching it all collapse, and slowly, she began to wonder something. Her parent couldn't raise her because the system was against them, so many criminals she had fought as a Jedi were taking advantage of a flawed system, the Pykes were able to freely transport life-threatening substances and tech because they bribed their way through the Guilds, and now the Republic was collapsing under the weight of it's own bureaucracy and the Hutts and criminals everywhere were just taking what they wanted. Maybe these systems she was protecting just didn't work...either way, it wasn't her problem anymore, she had children to take care of.

When she was 39 years old, Enya's children were killed in a terror attack by bandits looking to extort the townspeople for credits. She was out at the time, tending to the fields, but by the time she returned, her home was nought but smouldering embers and Kyren was cradling a corpse in his arms. The best things she had ever done, a part of her, two beautiful lights in the Galaxy that just wanted to have fun, who had barely started to live...dead. The next day, the bandits were dead, butchered and delivered to the town hall, laying next to the corpse of the mayor, whom had sent the local militia for a training exercise at the time of the attack in exchange for a tidy sum of credits from the bandits. Enya had disappeared, taking only her lightsaber with her.

Enough was enough...


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OPERATION: LIGHT THE WAY

Proposal #TK421-IK7B

Author ~ Squire Enya Darand (Callsign IK-13)

Summary of Proposal ~ In the wake of the Abomination attacks on Coruscant and Byblos, hundreds of millions of refugees are left without homes and safety, and although the Empire has offered sanctuary to those whom wish it, they are unlikely to survive the journey to Imperial Space. Hydian Way operations have collapsed due to the assassination of the leadership of the Hydian Trade League, causing piracy to increase exponentially and leaving these refugees at high risk of further hardship.

This is an opportunity for the Empire to extend an olive branch to the wider galaxy and further legitimize itself as a Galactic power, unfettered by the shadow of the Sith, as well as gain a foothold throughout the entirety of the Hydian Way, providing expedient travel throughout the galaxy. Long before the Hydian Trade Leagues took over, the Hydian Way was protected by the Ossein Flotillas, an ancient culture of space-fairing nomads whom once rivaled the First Sith Empire in strength. They were crippled when the Sith took their home ships, ancient capital ships capable of housing tens of thousands and acting as trade hubs and, aptly, homes.

The goal of this proposal is to forge an alliance between the Empire and the Ossein, re-establishing their claim as the wardens of the Hydian Way in place of the crippled Hydian Trade League, and in doing so, gaining their fleets as allies in trade, battle, and all other matters of governance. This plan would be carried out in 3 stages:

[Ask] Friends of the Flotilla - Thread
In order to execute this plan, we must first approach the Ossein and assure their willingness to aid the Empire. It will be difficult, they are a shadow of their former selves and now lack their once great size, but they are a reasonable, if proud and somewhat temperamental, people - they will listen to what we have to offer them, but it consistent supplies of fuel, food and, hopefully, the chance to regain their former strength.
Participants: Open for 2​

[Ask] Ozymandias - Thread
When Empress Andraste first began the Sith Empire, the Ossein were one of the few who could closely match them in fleet strength. This was due to their Home Ships, which the Empire stripped from them one by one over an extended period and took for themselves. While it isn't believed the Home Ships exist anymore, there is likely some record of the research they conducted on them, and in that time, the Sith called one planet in particular their home - Korriban.

Go to Korriban, there are several points of interest that existed during the era of the First Sith, find any data or records that may aid the Ossein in rebuilding their Home Ships.
Participants:Open to 3​

[Ask] Refined Tastes - Thread
While the Ossein are proud and strong, they need supplies for their fleet as much as the next person. Their fleet, and ours, need fuel, coolant, and a great many more things, and Tibana Gas is the easiest way to acquire them. Cloud City is one of the largest and most important refineries in the Galaxy, if we can secure a deal with the miners, then we will have all the fuel we need, and perhaps moreso.

Bespin is unclaimed space, there may be many opportunities to be had that negotiators could take advantage of, take your time and learn what ails the colony - a little help goes a long way.
Participants: Open to 2​

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