Post by Anyonymoose on Dec 6, 2014 18:51:17 GMT -5
Name: Koren Treboh
Age: 28
Race: Kiffar
Birth place: Tatooine
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 147.42 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: The young Kiffar has a full head of charcoal black hair, and his eyes are brown. He's actually pretty average, physically speaking. His diet and exercise habits have formed his person into something more akin to a large fencer or a heavy runner than anything else. He's built for endurance and speed rather than strength and stopping power. Not a whole lot stands out about him from the average humanoid, to be honest.
Aside from his physical build, Koren has made a point to take care of himself as he progresses through life. Regular showers and similar hygiene-based operations such as haircuts and shaves keep him looking presentable, if not formal. Typically his hair is chopped down to a length of roughly around two inches, and swept forward. Facial hair, if any is present, is kept neatly trimmed down and is groomed regularly. The olive colored skin wrapping around his internals is kept parasite and blemish free, mostly due to a superficial desire to not be grouped together with anyone liable to be avoided or to stand out among a crowd of people.
Koren's clothing usually consists of his Wayfarer or an unassuming jumpsuit with a pair of boots, a vest, and his utility gear and holster. He does however, keep a set of formal wear for more special occasions.
Personality:
Koren is, perhaps because of his upbringing, somewhat gruff on the exterior. The whole 'Being raised on a ship with the same people' bit doesn't contribute a whole lot to his social abilities, though he is pretty loyal to the people he likes or any friends that he makes. The time that he's spent on Ryloth and Kashyyyk has made him weary of both people and creatures, opting to take the more cautious route rather than being one of those people who trust in everything and everyone. Otherwise, he'd probably be considered a realist. He doesn't have a particularly negative outlook on life nor does he have a particularly positive one, it just depends on the circumstances.
Profession: Smuggling scavenger, contracts accepted.
Mastery Level: Approximately knight-level
Previous Faction/Rank: Non.
Equipment:
1x - utility knife
1x - stun baton
1x - Lightsaber
1x - Rev'Ant 62
1x - Fusion cutter
1x - Darklight Wayfarer Mk.1 w/ black shemagh
1x - Jumpjet, specifically for use in space with the above piece of equipment.
1x - Utility belt
1x - PDA/Datapad
Starship:
1x - Modified Dynamic-class light freighter, named The Wastehound
1x - 570 Hawke, loaded into one of the cargo bays of the Wastehound.
Skills:
Expert Pilot
Advanced Mechanic/Repair
Apprentice computer use
Cursory understanding of:
Shyriiwook (Doesn't speak it, can just understand it.)
Ryl (Doesn't speak it either, there are no tentacles coming out of his head.)
Advanced understanding of:
Galactic Basic(Obviously)
Binary
Huttese
Lightsaber:
Standard hilt
Durasteel frame w/ molded rubber grips
Direct-pressure activation switch sunken into the frame near the top
Robust internal construction complete with insulation, a heat sink, and a high-capacity power cell.
Color: Yellow.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi : 0
Soresu : 1
Ataru : 0
Shien / Djem So: 3
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 6
Healing: 2
Destruction: 1
Specialized Powers:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio: Koren Treboh was born on Tatooine to a Kiffar father and a Human mother, named Kipp Treboh and Eleena Greer respectively. The product of a passionate night of love between two regulars at a local club scene, a smuggler's technician and a local crime-lord's slave girl. Something that only lead to complication after complication as both father and slave-master fought over who the child belonged to. The local lord eventually conceded to allow Koren's retrieval by his father. Unfortunately, the courtesy of release did not extend to the woman who bore the young half-Kiffar child, who was raised primarily by his father, because of it.
Growing up, the Kiffarian child actually lived a fairly comfortable life. While being a smuggling team of scavengers may not have been the most respectable or safe occupation for a group of men raising a child, they all made it work. Someone always stayed in the ship with the kid to make sure nothing bad ever happened while the others were out cleaning out a hulk, making a deal, or even making repairs to their own ship. When he was old enough, Kipp even decided to let Koren tag along to some of the less dangerous meetings and derelicts to learn the tricks of the trade.
Shortly after Koren's eighth birthday, a Gray Jedi happened to find he boy after he had run a message to a local authority in charge of customs. The Twi'lek, a woman named Numa, had just finished up distributing the contents of a small box of medicines that she had obtained through some means. It was pure coincidence that she just happened to run headfirst into the sprinting Koren as he made his way back home to the Wastehound. Not recognizing the boy from her time spent on Tatooine, and gathering that the crew of the ship he belonged to could probably use another hand from all of the talking that the child did while she tested his blood for any illnesses she could treat, Numa decided that she might as well try to sign on with their lot. It was just about time for her to leave the massive hunk of rock and sand anyways, after all.
There were few to no complaints about the addition of an extra hand to hold down the ship, not by it's crew at least, and the woman was graciously accepted on board. Shortly after it was revealed that her name was Numa, and that she was just a humanitarian wandering about and helping where she could. As the young Koren grew Numa took every possible chance to educate and prepare the kid for the world beyond the durasteel hull he was being raised inside of. He was taught the basics of history and technology, of mathematics and science, everything he would need to get by and to build a future on. As Koren grew older and his sensitivity began to manifest itself more and more, she started to teach him how to use his abilities safely, and how to hide himself from others if need be.
Somewhere around the age of ten, Koren's more spiritually inclined instructor started training the boy in how to properly wield a Jedi's signature weapon. Small drones and lessons given by Numa were used to train him proper maneuvers and basic stances, but as time went on Koren started drifting more and more towards the defensive side of Lightsaber use. His favoring of Form V would only strengthen as time progressed and it reflected in his competence of the form, though he did have a strong understanding of Form 1.
Meanwhile, Treboh senior was passing on everything that he knew to his son. Details and fine points of mechanics and technology, how to work with different materials and how to tell what wire did what to what part. As time progressed Koren was taken on more and more complicated and dangerous scavenging runs, places that his father was able to give him hands-on lessons and detailed instructions on different parts of ships. The work was often time-consuming and the environment incredibly unforgiving, but Koren rose to the challenge with only a few minor incidents under his belt. The occasional shorting-out of a ship's systems leading to the closing of emergency bulkheads which then had to be cut through, an accidental activation of a security alarm, a distress signal re-activated once or twice. Fun stuff like that.
After successfully reaching the 'mature' age of nineteen, Koren was a fiercely independent young man with a knack for handling tech, and for performing party tricks with the Force. He was also assigned to replace the crew's pilot, mostly to keep him from accidentally rerouting a hulk's power back to it's security systems on accident while it was being taken apart and scoured by the rest of the band of smugglers and scavengers. Nevertheless, he did his best to get his family and friends where they needed to go. If his assignment to stay on the ship while everyone else was away scavenging, all the better for his training as an approximately apprentice-level Jedi.
About a year into his training as both Pilot and Jedi, Koren started learning more advanced maneuvers and skills. The fine points of scrap and laser evasion were drilled into him by the previous pilot, and Numa instructed him on how to best channel the force through one's self in order to augment natural abilities. Jumping and sensing, dodging and evading, and eventually barrier-making. He was taught how to turn the Force into both flat walls and bubbles of protective energy, and also how to manage the ship's more offensive systems. For the next four years of his life he was trained mercilessly in all of these things, and ended up using most of what he was taught as he was taught it.
After his third year of pilot 'training' Koren ended up demonstrating his abilities of protection and piloting as a select number of half-destroyed security droids and a turret or two fired on the exposed crew of the ship. Most of the people ground side actually managed to get into some sort of cover in time to not get chopped up by the red-colored beams of energy, but that wasn't to say they hadn't taken any fire. Numa had been quick enough on the draw that she and Koren were able to get outside fast enough to throw up a few Force Barriers to keep their remaining friends alive while they retreated, but for the poor soul who had activated the system on accident in the first place it was too late.
Ironically it had been the previous pilot, a human by the name of Gillian Krayt, who had tripped the silent alarm. The very man who had swapped positions with the kid who everyone assumed would activate a security system, had himself activated a security system. The irony was lost on the crew, unfortunately. While it was true that there was only one casualty, there had been a plethora of injuries. Laser burns, scrapes and cuts, a broken bone from someone who had been unlucky enough to trip in the confusion of the sudden fire, nothing that Numa couldn't take care of. Well, nothing that Numa and a Kolto treatment couldn't take of. Meanwhile, the security system was still sending waves of physical energy crashing against the ship's shielding. With the rest of the crew temporarily out of commission it was up to Koren to put the ancient devices out of their misery, which was actually quite easy considering it was laser cannons against already-half-destroyed un-shielded scrap heaps of security droids.
With the previous pilot gone, and nobody left to finish heckling Koren over his extra-terrestrial parking jobs, the piloting section of the young man's training was put to an end. All that was left was to keep up his work on the refining of the more delicate work, but that would come more with time rather than with rigorous training. On the other hand, the Force was a delightful assistance in performing adequately in piloting a ship. Something that he was continued to be trained in using, mostly due to the still-livingness of Numa. In fact he would continue his training in the force constantly, even after he his friend/teacher left the company of the rapidly diminishing crew of the Wastehound to take care of her family on Ryloth.
Once the two were packed up and ready to leave, something that took the Kiffarian half of the party a nearly obscenely long time since he had never done it before, they were dropped off on Ryloth. Numa with the very little that she had brought with her in the first place, and Koren with a decently sized bag packed with her help. She had been trying to teach him that traveling light was a must when one didn't have their own starship, but until then she hadn't had much success.
After spending a year on Ryloth taking care of Numa's dying father, the two agreed to once again pack their bags and move on. This time to somewhere more... Force saturated. They ended up hitching a ride to Kashyyyk, actually. The location was deemed by Numa to be a perfect place for Koren to get in touch with the Force, and was also out of the way enough to allow the two enough solitude to construct a lightsaber for the sake of training. Up until that point he had just been using a training saber, which wasn't actually very useful in terms of utility purposes.
After the two managed to synthesize a crystal for the saber, the most complex process, it was a relatively simple matter for Koren to construct the rest of it. It was built by someone who loved building things just as much as he loved taking them apart, and it showed in the final product. The saber was stable, it was durable, and it was about as hardy and reliable as its owner's first home. It may have been a bit simple on the exterior, and it was actually pretty simple on the interior as well to cut down on any potential for malfunctions to occur, but it was Koren's.
Thus, much training occurred. The harsh environment was ideal for many lessons in patience and neutrality, as well as in dealing with unpredictable circumstances and dangerous creatures. The addition of a full Lightsaber to the equation was a game changer in the progress of Koren's education, though he had been learning the basics for quite a while, and he quickly started to gravitate more and more towards the defensive forms of lightsaber wielding. To him, those would be the most practical and useful. Having a good defense was the first step in keeping oneself alive, not to mention the utility in being able to defend against ranged weaponry if, say, a security system should ever activate while scavenging.
By the time Numa and Koren left Kashyyyk another year had passed, and Koren was twenty six. The two went back to Ryloth to set up a temporary home until they could get in touch with the Wastehound again, which proved to be much easier than they had initially expected. The sturdy ship and her crew were actually in the area when they got the message over their comms system and decided to stop by after making their next scrap drop off. If they also managed to fix the place up a little bit then it was all the better.
When the Wastehound arrived on scene to pick Koren up it was discovered that his father was actually the only one left on the crew, and even then it was soon revealed that Koren was actually going to replace his old man as lone crew-member soon enough. The older Treboh had plans to buy his lost-love and a moisture farm out in the Tatooine deserts, or so he claimed. The chances of his actually purchasing the freedom of Koren's mother was fairly slim, though both of the men had hope that it would be accomplished.
Another year passed, though this one was spent largely alone save for the company of ship and void with the odd living-being encountered now and then. Koren mostly continues the family trade of smuggling and scavenging, though he does accept the occasional odd-job when it suits him. Otherwise, he explores, tinkers, and trains himself through meditation and repetition.
RP Sample:
There was something about the freedom and nonrestrictive nature of deep space that had always given Koren goosebumps. The distinct Ka-thunking of his mag boots locking down and then disengaging with each step forward that the scavenger by trade took always comforted him despite the knowledge that the slightest error would send him rocketing off into the deep black beyond. The sensation of absolute weightlessness had always been made him feel ironically secure, even though he knew that if there was even a microscopic breach in suit integrity his insides would be sprayed through the void around him like an out-of-control high-pressure hose. He was at his best in the absence of atmosphere and matter, there was nothing holding him back from performing feats normally considered impossible, there was no safety wire getting tangled in his limbs.
The rhythmic sound of boots on the empty hull of a derelict freighter started to slow as their owner reached his destination. An exterior control panel for a loading ramp marked the lone scavenger's immediate destination, and the first obstacle blocking his way from retrieving whatever goods may still be inside of the mostly-destroyed craft. Loose scrap and debris wafted gently by as Koren ripped the panel open to get a look at the damage to it's insides. Once he knew what was wrong, if anything, then he would be able to think up of a way to either get the panel operational again or to pry the doors open. With any luck, the panel would also be able to tell him the conditions on the inside of the ship. Whether it had any life-support systems active, if there was gravity, any atmosphere at all, things of that nature.
The panel seemed to be mostly functional from the inside, though it was lacking any sort of power from the rest of the ship. Unfortunately that meant the rest of the hulk wasn't likely to have any sort of power, which made sense when Koren thought back to the shape the heap of scrap was actually in when he hooked his own ship up to it. Regardless, it was only a slight delay in getting inside. All it took to get the panel working and operational was a small shock with the man's stun baton, and then he was able to extend the ramp. The man outside flicked a few commands into the PDA strapped to his left wrist in order to turn his helmet's spot lamp on, and then made his way inside.
True to Koren's predictions, it seemed that the power had gone out a long time ago, probably when the engines and life-support had been shot up. The interior of the ship was actually in remarkably good condition considering it's exterior though, it was a shame that he didn't have the resources to collect old derelicts like this. The things he could do, the things he could make with all of those parts and hulls... Suffice it to say, it was a dream that wasn't likely to be realized within his lifetime. He could at the very least take the most valuable parts and sell them for a profit, with the occasional scavenging of improved components for his own ship and equipment. The Wastehound had a long history of having things slapped on and ripped off of it, might as well continue the family tradition.
It was a surreal feeling to be walking through the dead ship. The floating objects inside of it, occasional piece of debris, the fluids of both internal and external origins, they all made walking through the silent metal corridors seem like a dream. Koren followed the holographic map of the ship's interior displayed on his PDA almost in a haze, all the way to the remnants of the engine room. It was quite a long trip through the broken freighter, but at least it was just a stock one that maps were available for. There would have been a real problem if he had to search for the damned room by hand. There was also a sort of secured storage room near the rear of the ship a level or two above the engine room, which Koren decided would be worth checking for anything useful.
The engines were a lost cause, definitely. One was missing entirely, and the other was nearly cut in half from something that looked like it might have been a mining laser, at least from the damage done. A straight line had been cut through it from outside of the ship, which meant that whatever had made the hole was probably equipped with some sort of sustained laser rig. The Hyperdrive also looked like it was shot, but there were a few scavengable parts poking out of it. The Ion Exciter and Hyperdrive Motivator, mainly. There was also the husk of what looked like it was once the body of a Rodian engineer floating around in the void-exposed room, though he didn't have much on him that could be used. A credit chip that was worth somewhere around fifty creds, some spare energy cells, not a whole lot.
The storage room up above didn't really have much in it either, unfortunately. At least it had some stores of non-perishables that could be added to Koren's own stock of food and drink, but the only other really notable thing was a busted-open crate of negligee, most of which were floating around inside of the room. There really wasn't much use in taking the sparse collections of fabric and sheer material, but they were moved onto the Wastehound anyways. Koren knew a guy who might find a use for the things, not that he wanted any part of it.
Age: 28
Race: Kiffar
Birth place: Tatooine
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 147.42 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Appearance: The young Kiffar has a full head of charcoal black hair, and his eyes are brown. He's actually pretty average, physically speaking. His diet and exercise habits have formed his person into something more akin to a large fencer or a heavy runner than anything else. He's built for endurance and speed rather than strength and stopping power. Not a whole lot stands out about him from the average humanoid, to be honest.
Aside from his physical build, Koren has made a point to take care of himself as he progresses through life. Regular showers and similar hygiene-based operations such as haircuts and shaves keep him looking presentable, if not formal. Typically his hair is chopped down to a length of roughly around two inches, and swept forward. Facial hair, if any is present, is kept neatly trimmed down and is groomed regularly. The olive colored skin wrapping around his internals is kept parasite and blemish free, mostly due to a superficial desire to not be grouped together with anyone liable to be avoided or to stand out among a crowd of people.
Koren's clothing usually consists of his Wayfarer or an unassuming jumpsuit with a pair of boots, a vest, and his utility gear and holster. He does however, keep a set of formal wear for more special occasions.
Personality:
Koren is, perhaps because of his upbringing, somewhat gruff on the exterior. The whole 'Being raised on a ship with the same people' bit doesn't contribute a whole lot to his social abilities, though he is pretty loyal to the people he likes or any friends that he makes. The time that he's spent on Ryloth and Kashyyyk has made him weary of both people and creatures, opting to take the more cautious route rather than being one of those people who trust in everything and everyone. Otherwise, he'd probably be considered a realist. He doesn't have a particularly negative outlook on life nor does he have a particularly positive one, it just depends on the circumstances.
Profession: Smuggling scavenger, contracts accepted.
Mastery Level: Approximately knight-level
Previous Faction/Rank: Non.
Equipment:
1x - utility knife
1x - stun baton
1x - Lightsaber
1x - Rev'Ant 62
1x - Fusion cutter
1x - Darklight Wayfarer Mk.1 w/ black shemagh
1x - Jumpjet, specifically for use in space with the above piece of equipment.
1x - Utility belt
1x - PDA/Datapad
Starship:
1x - Modified Dynamic-class light freighter, named The Wastehound
1x - 570 Hawke, loaded into one of the cargo bays of the Wastehound.
Skills:
Expert Pilot
Advanced Mechanic/Repair
Apprentice computer use
Cursory understanding of:
Shyriiwook (Doesn't speak it, can just understand it.)
Ryl (Doesn't speak it either, there are no tentacles coming out of his head.)
Advanced understanding of:
Galactic Basic(Obviously)
Binary
Huttese
Lightsaber:
Standard hilt
Durasteel frame w/ molded rubber grips
Direct-pressure activation switch sunken into the frame near the top
Robust internal construction complete with insulation, a heat sink, and a high-capacity power cell.
Color: Yellow.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Makashi : 0
Soresu : 1
Ataru : 0
Shien / Djem So: 3
>>Sub-form Backhanded: 0
Niman: 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 0
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 5
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 6
Healing: 2
Destruction: 1
Specialized Powers:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 4
Bio: Koren Treboh was born on Tatooine to a Kiffar father and a Human mother, named Kipp Treboh and Eleena Greer respectively. The product of a passionate night of love between two regulars at a local club scene, a smuggler's technician and a local crime-lord's slave girl. Something that only lead to complication after complication as both father and slave-master fought over who the child belonged to. The local lord eventually conceded to allow Koren's retrieval by his father. Unfortunately, the courtesy of release did not extend to the woman who bore the young half-Kiffar child, who was raised primarily by his father, because of it.
Growing up, the Kiffarian child actually lived a fairly comfortable life. While being a smuggling team of scavengers may not have been the most respectable or safe occupation for a group of men raising a child, they all made it work. Someone always stayed in the ship with the kid to make sure nothing bad ever happened while the others were out cleaning out a hulk, making a deal, or even making repairs to their own ship. When he was old enough, Kipp even decided to let Koren tag along to some of the less dangerous meetings and derelicts to learn the tricks of the trade.
Shortly after Koren's eighth birthday, a Gray Jedi happened to find he boy after he had run a message to a local authority in charge of customs. The Twi'lek, a woman named Numa, had just finished up distributing the contents of a small box of medicines that she had obtained through some means. It was pure coincidence that she just happened to run headfirst into the sprinting Koren as he made his way back home to the Wastehound. Not recognizing the boy from her time spent on Tatooine, and gathering that the crew of the ship he belonged to could probably use another hand from all of the talking that the child did while she tested his blood for any illnesses she could treat, Numa decided that she might as well try to sign on with their lot. It was just about time for her to leave the massive hunk of rock and sand anyways, after all.
There were few to no complaints about the addition of an extra hand to hold down the ship, not by it's crew at least, and the woman was graciously accepted on board. Shortly after it was revealed that her name was Numa, and that she was just a humanitarian wandering about and helping where she could. As the young Koren grew Numa took every possible chance to educate and prepare the kid for the world beyond the durasteel hull he was being raised inside of. He was taught the basics of history and technology, of mathematics and science, everything he would need to get by and to build a future on. As Koren grew older and his sensitivity began to manifest itself more and more, she started to teach him how to use his abilities safely, and how to hide himself from others if need be.
Somewhere around the age of ten, Koren's more spiritually inclined instructor started training the boy in how to properly wield a Jedi's signature weapon. Small drones and lessons given by Numa were used to train him proper maneuvers and basic stances, but as time went on Koren started drifting more and more towards the defensive side of Lightsaber use. His favoring of Form V would only strengthen as time progressed and it reflected in his competence of the form, though he did have a strong understanding of Form 1.
Meanwhile, Treboh senior was passing on everything that he knew to his son. Details and fine points of mechanics and technology, how to work with different materials and how to tell what wire did what to what part. As time progressed Koren was taken on more and more complicated and dangerous scavenging runs, places that his father was able to give him hands-on lessons and detailed instructions on different parts of ships. The work was often time-consuming and the environment incredibly unforgiving, but Koren rose to the challenge with only a few minor incidents under his belt. The occasional shorting-out of a ship's systems leading to the closing of emergency bulkheads which then had to be cut through, an accidental activation of a security alarm, a distress signal re-activated once or twice. Fun stuff like that.
After successfully reaching the 'mature' age of nineteen, Koren was a fiercely independent young man with a knack for handling tech, and for performing party tricks with the Force. He was also assigned to replace the crew's pilot, mostly to keep him from accidentally rerouting a hulk's power back to it's security systems on accident while it was being taken apart and scoured by the rest of the band of smugglers and scavengers. Nevertheless, he did his best to get his family and friends where they needed to go. If his assignment to stay on the ship while everyone else was away scavenging, all the better for his training as an approximately apprentice-level Jedi.
About a year into his training as both Pilot and Jedi, Koren started learning more advanced maneuvers and skills. The fine points of scrap and laser evasion were drilled into him by the previous pilot, and Numa instructed him on how to best channel the force through one's self in order to augment natural abilities. Jumping and sensing, dodging and evading, and eventually barrier-making. He was taught how to turn the Force into both flat walls and bubbles of protective energy, and also how to manage the ship's more offensive systems. For the next four years of his life he was trained mercilessly in all of these things, and ended up using most of what he was taught as he was taught it.
After his third year of pilot 'training' Koren ended up demonstrating his abilities of protection and piloting as a select number of half-destroyed security droids and a turret or two fired on the exposed crew of the ship. Most of the people ground side actually managed to get into some sort of cover in time to not get chopped up by the red-colored beams of energy, but that wasn't to say they hadn't taken any fire. Numa had been quick enough on the draw that she and Koren were able to get outside fast enough to throw up a few Force Barriers to keep their remaining friends alive while they retreated, but for the poor soul who had activated the system on accident in the first place it was too late.
Ironically it had been the previous pilot, a human by the name of Gillian Krayt, who had tripped the silent alarm. The very man who had swapped positions with the kid who everyone assumed would activate a security system, had himself activated a security system. The irony was lost on the crew, unfortunately. While it was true that there was only one casualty, there had been a plethora of injuries. Laser burns, scrapes and cuts, a broken bone from someone who had been unlucky enough to trip in the confusion of the sudden fire, nothing that Numa couldn't take care of. Well, nothing that Numa and a Kolto treatment couldn't take of. Meanwhile, the security system was still sending waves of physical energy crashing against the ship's shielding. With the rest of the crew temporarily out of commission it was up to Koren to put the ancient devices out of their misery, which was actually quite easy considering it was laser cannons against already-half-destroyed un-shielded scrap heaps of security droids.
With the previous pilot gone, and nobody left to finish heckling Koren over his extra-terrestrial parking jobs, the piloting section of the young man's training was put to an end. All that was left was to keep up his work on the refining of the more delicate work, but that would come more with time rather than with rigorous training. On the other hand, the Force was a delightful assistance in performing adequately in piloting a ship. Something that he was continued to be trained in using, mostly due to the still-livingness of Numa. In fact he would continue his training in the force constantly, even after he his friend/teacher left the company of the rapidly diminishing crew of the Wastehound to take care of her family on Ryloth.
Once the two were packed up and ready to leave, something that took the Kiffarian half of the party a nearly obscenely long time since he had never done it before, they were dropped off on Ryloth. Numa with the very little that she had brought with her in the first place, and Koren with a decently sized bag packed with her help. She had been trying to teach him that traveling light was a must when one didn't have their own starship, but until then she hadn't had much success.
After spending a year on Ryloth taking care of Numa's dying father, the two agreed to once again pack their bags and move on. This time to somewhere more... Force saturated. They ended up hitching a ride to Kashyyyk, actually. The location was deemed by Numa to be a perfect place for Koren to get in touch with the Force, and was also out of the way enough to allow the two enough solitude to construct a lightsaber for the sake of training. Up until that point he had just been using a training saber, which wasn't actually very useful in terms of utility purposes.
After the two managed to synthesize a crystal for the saber, the most complex process, it was a relatively simple matter for Koren to construct the rest of it. It was built by someone who loved building things just as much as he loved taking them apart, and it showed in the final product. The saber was stable, it was durable, and it was about as hardy and reliable as its owner's first home. It may have been a bit simple on the exterior, and it was actually pretty simple on the interior as well to cut down on any potential for malfunctions to occur, but it was Koren's.
Thus, much training occurred. The harsh environment was ideal for many lessons in patience and neutrality, as well as in dealing with unpredictable circumstances and dangerous creatures. The addition of a full Lightsaber to the equation was a game changer in the progress of Koren's education, though he had been learning the basics for quite a while, and he quickly started to gravitate more and more towards the defensive forms of lightsaber wielding. To him, those would be the most practical and useful. Having a good defense was the first step in keeping oneself alive, not to mention the utility in being able to defend against ranged weaponry if, say, a security system should ever activate while scavenging.
By the time Numa and Koren left Kashyyyk another year had passed, and Koren was twenty six. The two went back to Ryloth to set up a temporary home until they could get in touch with the Wastehound again, which proved to be much easier than they had initially expected. The sturdy ship and her crew were actually in the area when they got the message over their comms system and decided to stop by after making their next scrap drop off. If they also managed to fix the place up a little bit then it was all the better.
When the Wastehound arrived on scene to pick Koren up it was discovered that his father was actually the only one left on the crew, and even then it was soon revealed that Koren was actually going to replace his old man as lone crew-member soon enough. The older Treboh had plans to buy his lost-love and a moisture farm out in the Tatooine deserts, or so he claimed. The chances of his actually purchasing the freedom of Koren's mother was fairly slim, though both of the men had hope that it would be accomplished.
Another year passed, though this one was spent largely alone save for the company of ship and void with the odd living-being encountered now and then. Koren mostly continues the family trade of smuggling and scavenging, though he does accept the occasional odd-job when it suits him. Otherwise, he explores, tinkers, and trains himself through meditation and repetition.
RP Sample:
There was something about the freedom and nonrestrictive nature of deep space that had always given Koren goosebumps. The distinct Ka-thunking of his mag boots locking down and then disengaging with each step forward that the scavenger by trade took always comforted him despite the knowledge that the slightest error would send him rocketing off into the deep black beyond. The sensation of absolute weightlessness had always been made him feel ironically secure, even though he knew that if there was even a microscopic breach in suit integrity his insides would be sprayed through the void around him like an out-of-control high-pressure hose. He was at his best in the absence of atmosphere and matter, there was nothing holding him back from performing feats normally considered impossible, there was no safety wire getting tangled in his limbs.
The rhythmic sound of boots on the empty hull of a derelict freighter started to slow as their owner reached his destination. An exterior control panel for a loading ramp marked the lone scavenger's immediate destination, and the first obstacle blocking his way from retrieving whatever goods may still be inside of the mostly-destroyed craft. Loose scrap and debris wafted gently by as Koren ripped the panel open to get a look at the damage to it's insides. Once he knew what was wrong, if anything, then he would be able to think up of a way to either get the panel operational again or to pry the doors open. With any luck, the panel would also be able to tell him the conditions on the inside of the ship. Whether it had any life-support systems active, if there was gravity, any atmosphere at all, things of that nature.
The panel seemed to be mostly functional from the inside, though it was lacking any sort of power from the rest of the ship. Unfortunately that meant the rest of the hulk wasn't likely to have any sort of power, which made sense when Koren thought back to the shape the heap of scrap was actually in when he hooked his own ship up to it. Regardless, it was only a slight delay in getting inside. All it took to get the panel working and operational was a small shock with the man's stun baton, and then he was able to extend the ramp. The man outside flicked a few commands into the PDA strapped to his left wrist in order to turn his helmet's spot lamp on, and then made his way inside.
True to Koren's predictions, it seemed that the power had gone out a long time ago, probably when the engines and life-support had been shot up. The interior of the ship was actually in remarkably good condition considering it's exterior though, it was a shame that he didn't have the resources to collect old derelicts like this. The things he could do, the things he could make with all of those parts and hulls... Suffice it to say, it was a dream that wasn't likely to be realized within his lifetime. He could at the very least take the most valuable parts and sell them for a profit, with the occasional scavenging of improved components for his own ship and equipment. The Wastehound had a long history of having things slapped on and ripped off of it, might as well continue the family tradition.
It was a surreal feeling to be walking through the dead ship. The floating objects inside of it, occasional piece of debris, the fluids of both internal and external origins, they all made walking through the silent metal corridors seem like a dream. Koren followed the holographic map of the ship's interior displayed on his PDA almost in a haze, all the way to the remnants of the engine room. It was quite a long trip through the broken freighter, but at least it was just a stock one that maps were available for. There would have been a real problem if he had to search for the damned room by hand. There was also a sort of secured storage room near the rear of the ship a level or two above the engine room, which Koren decided would be worth checking for anything useful.
The engines were a lost cause, definitely. One was missing entirely, and the other was nearly cut in half from something that looked like it might have been a mining laser, at least from the damage done. A straight line had been cut through it from outside of the ship, which meant that whatever had made the hole was probably equipped with some sort of sustained laser rig. The Hyperdrive also looked like it was shot, but there were a few scavengable parts poking out of it. The Ion Exciter and Hyperdrive Motivator, mainly. There was also the husk of what looked like it was once the body of a Rodian engineer floating around in the void-exposed room, though he didn't have much on him that could be used. A credit chip that was worth somewhere around fifty creds, some spare energy cells, not a whole lot.
The storage room up above didn't really have much in it either, unfortunately. At least it had some stores of non-perishables that could be added to Koren's own stock of food and drink, but the only other really notable thing was a busted-open crate of negligee, most of which were floating around inside of the room. There really wasn't much use in taking the sparse collections of fabric and sheer material, but they were moved onto the Wastehound anyways. Koren knew a guy who might find a use for the things, not that he wanted any part of it.
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