Post by shawn on Oct 1, 2008 14:56:04 GMT -5
Name: Owen Justic
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155lbs
Appearance: www.diangy.com/filemanager/files/Pictures/TIGHT%20PRESS%20PHOTOS/tight%20-%20Danny.jpg
Birth place: New Vertica , Nar Shaddaa
Profession: Mercenary/Smuggler
Bio:
What is there to know about Owen? What that he was born on Nar Shaddaa or that he is scum? Wrong Owen is more then what people think at first sight and this...this is how it began.
Life on Nar Shaddaa
Owen was born in 3626BBY to a family that was under the clutch of the Hutt Empire. His father forced many years before he was born to go to the Hutt's for protection he would never imagine it would bring about his death in the end. With a son on the way Owen's father would have to take on an extra mission just before his birth which would forever leave Owen without knowing his father.
Just a week before his birth Owen's father would venture off world on a smuggling run for the Hutt's transporting some illegal arms to a mercenary facility out on Denon. Traveling with several other smugglers the small barely armed vessel would find its way blocked by a group of pirates that requested the cargo they were carrying. Now not known to Owen's father and the others this was all just a set-up by the Hutts to get their families in a lifetime debt to be paid off for the heavily priced weapons on board the ship. Now it would be in the midst of this small area of small that the traansport would refuse and in return be fired upon and destroyed, none surviving the blast.
Word wouldn't reach Owen's mother of this so called accident, really murder, until about 3 days after own was born. Going into a depression Owen's mother and himself would be taken before the ruling Hutt at this time on Nar Shaddaa and be sentenced into slavery under him for a lifetime.
This would be the life for Owen for many years for as he grew with his mother beside him Owen would be nothing more but a server boy. Now for 6 years, the ages birth - 4 just being him learning the basics to life, Owen would be nothing more than this server in a Casino Cantina where he would over hear from so many people of the outside world, the massive ships, the wealthy, the politics, etc and these stories from these travelers would spark an interest into Owen. Now Owen of course being curious to these stories would sit amongst travelers when his days work was done and just listen to so many stories, so many exciting tales of space battles, raiding parties, wars, and other things that he would eventually get the courage to start speaking to these strangers asking for more tales. Little uneasy at first many of the travelers would just tell him to run along home but a select few, finding his interest exciting, would sit for hours with him just telling him of how so many different things went on outside this place of metal that it was unbelievable.
Becoming so excited from hearing all these grand tales he would always tell his mother everything he had heard, her response always the same "Don't go living on dreams this is our life now." His mother, not the same since his father's death for many years before, feared that one day her child would leave her like his father had making her not only a widow but also a lonely mother mourning two deaths instead of one. In some aspects she was right for Owen would eventually find a way off this planet and out into the world but he would not die, instead he would make a fine living.
Coming of the age of 15 after 5 more years of working as a normal slave he would get the courage to approach the Hutt one day and ask for a new position. At first the Hutt was tempted to have him whipped but at the same time he knew that down in the Hangar Bay private to his smugglers several mechanics had gotten in wrong with one of his men, the mechanics ending up dead on the spot. Seeing this young, strong boy before him he gave a grin before telling one of his guards to escort him down into the Bay where he would assume a role as a mechanic. Owen would be over joyed when he got his wish but soon this joy would turn into something of misery for as he Owen would quickly learn the smallest screw ups got him whipped.
Quickly starting to learn from other mechanics, after he had been whipped about a dozen times, the basics and soon advanced things about fixing the ships, Owen would become much better. Rarely getting whipped after about 2 weeks of learning, though 5 more times he got whipped in those 2 weeks, he would become somewhat of a minor expert at fixing droids and minor engine problems in the smaller altitude crafts. After about about 4 months of doing these minor fixes the other mechanics once more began to teach him more on the fighters of the different parts, none of his lessons coming from a text book or anything but from first hand experience at getting burns, cuts, bruises, etc from trying not to screw up to badly these more difficult engines.
Now Owen would spend about 3 more years doing maintenance before he was sick of the Hutt's and their ways. Now his mother had slowly been declining in health over these 3 years and finally would pass away from illness just making Owen hate the Hutts more for not even trying to give her medical attention. Not even caring anymore for the Hutts and his work, his skills excelling now on Security and Repair of droids, ships, and some other simple things Owen found himself slowly listening in on people at the Hangar.
Overhearing one day two of the mechanics talking about this new starfighter that had come in for repairs Owen quickly would go volunteer to repair his ship. Now this pilot was no ordinary pilot but actually one of the Hutts more respected Bounty Hunters and at first he was a little skeptic about a boy of only 18 working on his ship he would finally agree after hearing some good things. Letting the boy go at the ship the Bounty Hunter would leave to go visit at the Cantina in the upper levels. Now Owen of course had other things in mind for the fighter, like stealing it after it was fixed.
Looking it over the only real damage was to the ceramic outer layer of the armor which could be replaced easily and a minor electrical problem with the laser cannons. Now these repairs Owen would put down taking at least a week to get fixed but in reality for any of the mechanics was about a 3 day job including young Owen. Quickly getting right down to work the fighter would quickly be stripped of the pieces needing repair. Running to the storage himself after a 12 hour shift in repairing the wiring to the laser cannons Owen would get help from several other mechanics to bring out some new ceramic armor.
Though Owen was going to steal this ship, the other mechanics not knowing, they still helped him carry these plates out. Taking some time to get the armor molded and proportioned, a nights rest claiming Owen after a good 4 more hours after the wiring was done, the ceramic plates would be set just right by other mechanics while he slept to give him a hand. Waking the next day Owen would be amazed at the perfected molds by the others and bid them a great thanks before getting more help to mount the plates in their proper positions. Taking over 8 hours to weld the plates onto the frame Owen would grin as he slid down the ladder beside the ship to step back with the other mechanics to look over the fighter.
Amazed at the beauty and grace of the newly restored ship the others, including Owen, could only clap at their achievement before returning to work. Now for the rest of the day Owen would go back to his normal duties fixing some of the transports, fixing droids, coming to open jammed doors, but by the time the days work was done and the Hangar was shutting down it came. Slipping from the punch out line Owen would hide in every shadow, behind every crate, and inside every unlocked side room to make it back to the Hangar. Now this was the time that the Hangar Guards got their time to work and as Owen hid behind a crate maybe 60 yards from the restored fighter he would just wait.
Timing intervals of the guards passing it would be after about an hour of counting that he would make his dash for the ship. Running at his fullest he would come so close to the fighter before someone cried. [blue]"Get him! He's trying to get away!"[/blue] About 20 yards from the ship when he heard the shouts Owen could not look back as he rushed for the fighter. With blaster rounds firing at the 12 yard mark Owen could only pray that he would make it. Feeling the sizzling of his left side by a bolt he cringed and leaned forward with heavy breathing, the blast a bare nick, he would push onto the fighter.
Clambering inside he would fire the engines up with the codes given to him by the Bounty Hunter, the codes needed to activate the systems to check the guns earlier. Having experience with Computers from other ships he would pull the canopy down as a blaster round barely missed his head. Getting the ship up and into a full range of turn he watched form the cockpit as a guard ran and slammed the button on the Hangar Bay doors, the turrets coming to life on either side of the closing doors.
Not caring what would happen Owen put the ship into full thrust towards the doors and having never piloted a fighter found things rather uncomfortable at first. With the ship rushing forward, barely controlled by the 18 year-old, he would being shutting his eyes as the turrets locked on and fired as he drew near. Now people would expect for a fighter to be destroyed by these turrets but as the turrets went to fire a round a bit of a miracle happened. Having heard the shots being fired form their quarters several mechanics close to Owen had rushed into the Hangar and having watched this young boy try to make a get away they couldn't help but find the courage to help. Having went to the electric tubing as fast as they could, the few mechanics went to work cutting through the piping with a saw, the wires inside slicing also cutting the turret power.
Sure without having turrets to fire was nice Owen still wasn't a pilot and flying for the doors he shut his eyes once more thinking he wasn't going to make it. With the sounds of screeching metal the ship would narrowly pass between the two blast doors and out into the world. Finally free of the Hutts Owen would take the best control he could over the small fighter and flee Nar Shaddaa as quickly as the newly made outlaw to the Hutts could.
(Bit of rped but oh well its telling his escape and how he obtains his ship.)
Life Outside
Owen after escaping from the Hutts on Nar Shaddaa would turn from this slave into some what more of a low life, in a way. Running form the Hutts in this stolen fighter he would develop himself over the next 6 years into be an amazing fighter pilot and though this is only half of it a great combatant. Having to find work to maintain himself and his while running from the Hutts Owen would become a mercenary and also a smuggler escort, though small objects he took himself.
Now in the frst 3 years of his escape Owen would run from planet to planet doing minor repairs on peoples droid, ships, and other quick fixes getting as many credits as he could for these odd jobs. Now they weren't high paying by any means but it was enough to get him food, new clothes, and places to stay for a time until the Hutts caught back up with him again. Several occasions though Owen would be nearly caught by the Hutt Bounty Hunters in small homes or town. With these narrow escapes from the Bounty Hunters Owen decided it was finally time to learn something a bit more about combat. After the last narrow escape Owen fled for the Alderaan sector in the Core of the Galaxy.
Taking some time to get to Alderaan itself this would be the place that Owen would learn his combat skills that would later become useful against the Bounty Hunters who tracked him. Now it was several days before Owen actually find a mentor on Alderaan but he managed to find an ex Republic Guard Captain who though now a drunk offered his services. For the next 8 months now Owen would be off the grid on Alderaan learning the basics on firing blaster rifles with accuracy, blaster pistols with precision, fighting unarmed, and fighting with vibro blades so that he might prepare for later attacks. Over the course of these 8 months Owen would become close to his mentor taking in the knowledge he knew of the Galaxy before departing from Alderaan and once more entering onto the grid.
Once more with Bounty Hunters on his tail Owen would lead them to the back water planet of Centares. Leading them down onto one of the isolated mountain ranges and in these close valleys Owen would take advantage of the surroundings. Using the skills his mentor taught him about combat Owen would slowly pick off the Bounty Hunters with well placed blaster rounds from different positions in the valleys and when finally only one was left he crept in close to him. Taking out a vibro dagger that had actually been in the ship, a side weapon of the Bounty Hunter so long ago, he got close before moving it to the woman's throat who was left. Holding it there he would ask some questions and get some answers before the dagger slid clean across her throat, letting her body drop to the ground in a heap.
Taking her comlink he would contact the Hutt who was still after him and after a long talk over the link Owen was finally let go of his bounty. Throwing the link onto the dead females body he would once more go to his ship and leave, heading off into space to find more ways for him to earn some quick cash to upgrade.
Now 24 Owen has taken on many missions since that valley time so long ago, some of his missions even gaining the respect once more of the Hutts. With his skills in piloting, weapons combat, unarmed combat, and slight melee weapon combat all improved he has become something of a slightly famous mercenary, since he never left anyone alive to tell the story of what happened, not even the children who witnessed the killing. With his journey from all his missions now landing him on Dxun and of course another mission
Skills: Security, Repair, Snipers Aim, Computer Use.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1 - 10 (9)
Intelligence: 1 - 10 (7)
Speed: 1 – 10 (6)
Leadership: 1 - 10 (3)
Unarmed: 1 - 10 (5)
Melee Weapons: 1 - 10 (3)
Ranged Weapons: 1 – 10 (7)
Alignment: ##
From -10 to +10
+5
RP Sample:
(So this is known this rp sample has been been based off of a current rp going between Italia and Owen, this event being part of both their pasts as a mission wrong for Shawn and a meeting of friends. It has been typed by both myself and Talau for purpose of use in this profile as a sample so enjoy...and these two do plan on rping together that's why their past is entangled here. And the first post is starting with Italia and from there out its in the order of Italia Shawn Italia Shawn and so on.)
Ah Naboo...the world teeming with wealth, and the wealthy...not least of which was the queen herself...and endowed with a rich history of war and peace alike. Very much the last place one would expect to see a Mercenary, much less a mandalorian mercenary. However, this was the planet Italia found herself on....and enjoying herself very much. Though at the moment, she was not dawning her mando armor, she was still very much on a 'business trip' as she like to call it. Dressed in a long flowing gown of forest greens and ocean blues, the mando woman sauntered across the various streets surrounding the palace, her green eyes sparkling as she made mental notes of the various pathways and escapes her employer might need should something go wrong. It was, after all, her duty to protect this military man who wished to visit the queen and still keep a low profile.
Mmmmmm Naboo, a place where a guy could make a nice life when it was time to settle down and start a family, unfortunately Owen wasn't here for that this time. With his mind set on a high priority job Owen was scouting out different vantage points to get clean a shot that was to be placed. Having been set by blocked link an assignment for a hefty return if completed and it was actually to kill a head military man who he needed gone anyway for his smuggling routes. With his brown hues scanning over every building close to the palace, every window and balcony, Owen just appeared like a normal male. Dressed in just a normal fashion of a clad, white shirt with brown pants supported by a belt that was holstering his blaster, and his over jacket of a pilot draping him he just appeared a to be a normal tourist in line of the history and majestic beauty of the capital city. Now unaware of the people around he would venture right passed a girl that would actually draw his attention for a moment from his work. Young and dressed vibrantly this female in green would take his breath before disappearing back into the crowd.
She gave the people milling around the streets very little thought as she wandered, seemingly aimlessly, down various streets, stopping occasionally to look at a shop window and watching the reflections of the people behind her in it rather than looking at the wares inside. As she passed down another street, her eyes caught on a rather rugged looking pilot and she smiled, taking note of him for some reason unknown even to her. Sure, he was a bit attractive but she didn't think that was what had called her attention to him. Mentally shrugging it off, she continued on her way down the street. Upon reaching her destination...a rather beaten up looking space transport, she rapped three times on the hull of the ship, giving the all clear. Slowly a door opened and she stepped up the ramp, certain that no one was watching. It wouldn't be until later that night, during the local farmers market in the town square, that she would move her employer. As time neared, she strapped her vibro blade to her thigh, beneath the dress, and stowed a small pistol around her calf where it would not be seen as a bulk of any kind, yet easily accessible.
The day had grown long it seemed to Owen since the crowded streets were now empty and the day had turned to a warm night. With a building picked out that day after he had eyed a most majestic female Owen had taken up a nice little position near to the palace. With his return to his ship earlier he had taken the long range rifle of his from the hidden compartment in the left wing before letting the day grow a bit less busy. When the sun had begun to set and the streets clearing that's when Owen had made his way to this position where he now sat waiting to pop the shot from this rifle. Now Owen wasn't sure when this target would come and go but it would happen and when it did he would get paid. Though time was wearing on and as he sat on this roof just sipping at what was left of a water canteen he began to have a grumbling stomach for it had been nearly 12 hours since he had last eaten and the first thing he was doing after this mission was going to the closest cantina to get some good food and listen to some quality music.
Italia poked her head out cautiously, making sure no one was around, eying the surrounding buildings as if they were voracious carnivores ready to strike, she lowered the landing ramp and stepped out quietly into the warm evening. Becoming to the aging man, she whispered a few words to him before setting off and allowing him to follow with one of her older associates acting as the man's wife. As Italia meandered through the crowds, she felt as if she were standing out...something she wouldn't have minded so much if she had been in her armor, but in this thin dress of silk and straps, there was very little between her and a potential blaster bolt in the back. It didn't help that many of the people around her were dressed in much more drab colors of whites, tans, blacks, browns, and grays...and had much less skin exposed. Her golden tan especially set her apart from the rest as many of the women there had flawless and pale skin. Following her previous path toward the palace, she would stop every once in a while and look around as if deciding where to go while she surveyed the area and waited for her employer to gain ground.
Now it was growing close to 8 and some small crowds were gathered in the streets outside the palace congregating but one small group caught his eye. Moving through the dimly lit streets towards the place was the girl in green again and as a pause caught her two older gentleman came following her up. Now Owen knew his target by face but both were in the shadows making it hard to know which one to fire up. Moving again for the palace steps Owen had to hurry and make a choice which in the end came down to peering through the laser riffles scope. Now first he looked over this female so flawless in figure, perfected in curve, majestic in skin tone, and just gorgeous but the next came over the first gentleman and the third over the last. His first instinct was to shoot the girl but in the end result his trigger finger pulled and the bright flash of the rifle barely showed from the roof top before the man in the middle would crumble down to his chest shot dead square through the heart from his back. Right after another shot rang through, her friend being struck in the left shoulder before the dark figure of his could be seen darting from the roof.
Italia heard the shot fired, and lunged for her employer, knocking the man just barely out of the way. He was hit, yes, but luckily it wouldn't be fatal....her friend had also been shot, but she too would live. As the crowd began to scatter, Italia scrambled to her feet once more, whipping out her com-link. "The Field Marshal needs assistance! Request back-up immediately. I'm going after the shooter!" Pulling out her pistol, she handed it to the field marshal, looked to her friend and nodded. Shiva would make sure nothing else happened to her employer. With this, she hiked up her dress, pulled out the vibro blade and darted after the shadowy figure. Unluckily, the frightened crowd of people were in her way every direction she turned. Looking up she grabbed hold of a street light and hoisted herself up onto a wall. Running across it with amazing balance for someone in heels, she dodged around a shop sign and continued on her way, the shadowy figure from the roof coming closer into view.
Owen, for being up high, was moving quickly and finding a nearby ladder took to it, his dark figure sliding down its length quickly though it wouldn't be quick enough as he caught a glimpse of this female near 20ft from him along this wall. Bolting once more to a full sprint Owen would duck into an dimly lit alley just a few feet up this alley way and slip into a doorway waiting now. He wasn't going to kill this female but it need be he would knock her out since she was after all now trying to kill him for being an assassin.
"Hold There!" she shouted as she saw the man look directly at her before bolting away again. Italia hadn't expected him to stop, and she grinned....after all, part of the fun of her job was the chase. Upon reaching the alley, she slid to a stop and peered down it for a moment before cautiously and nearly silently making her way down it, slinking between the shadows.
Now Owen was smarter then she might think and had picked up a vantage point where he could see the end of the alley where she would enter and keep her outline just barely. Now he was silent though he wished to breath heavier but he managed to keep this low breathing as she neared, her outline flawless in the shadows. Letting himself slip a small vibro dagger from under his shirt he would let his pistol remain holstered as he reached out to try and grab this female, trying to draw her in for a scare.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibroblade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibro blade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
Owen hadn't been expecting this petite, though attractive, female to be able to move so quickly from his failed advance. Basically staggering forwards as she moved his own blade would barely catch the back of her dress putting a mere 2 in long slit into it. Turning his form to face her he realized that in her hand was gleaming a full vibro blade vs. his dagger. "So lets talk about this now huh?" He chuckled as his form became outlined as he stepped a few feet back into the light of the other alley so she could actually see him.
She didn't even flinch as the dagger sliced into her dress...it hadn't even nicked skin, so she wasn't too worried. as he stepped into the light she gasped slightly, realizing that it was the same man from before. As he asked to 'talk about it' she let out a humorless chuckle. "Talk about it? You just tried to kill my employer. Why should I 'talk' about anything with you?" she asked, slightly put off by his sudden question.
He looked at her giving a slight shrug in the light as he stood like a stone wall there at the end of the walk way not wavering at all. "As was I miss. I was employed to kill your employer." Shawn's voice had a that hint of honesty behind it as though he let his words flow through the darkness to her ears. "We all have to make a living and this job just lead me to kill your employer which I failed at."
Italia huffed slightly, not sure what to do now when her com-link beeped. --Italia? Have you caught the assassin?-- a female voice said. Slowly pulling out her com-link, she gave a hard look at the man before her and sighed heavily before answering. "No. He got away in the crowd." --damn it....well he's safe for now, we got him to the palace in one piece for the most part. He'll be fine. Report back in an hour.-- the other woman stated before the communication was cut. Letting her head fall slightly, Italia wondered just why she had done that. Why had she lied? "Your free to go, but I don't want to see you near my employer again. If I do I'll have to kill you. You understand."
Owen, listening to carefully to the comlink, could only smirk some as he slowly turned his back to her keeping mindful of her. "Your employer will be dead...in give or take an hour. You think I am the only one after to kill him? nuts there are most likely 5 guys here besides me trying to get the bounty on him and if you want to save him you will let me go after him...take me to him and I can get you both outta here. I might be trying to kill him but you spared me so I can wave one bounty for that." Owen's words were drifting to her slow as he began to walk and turn the corner to head back for the palace to help her get him outta here.
"You must be kidding me. How can I trust you?" she stated, then sighed. "Fine, but break in on your own. If I'm seen with you we're all dead anyway." she said and darted past him around the corner. Once to the palace, she informed her employer of the bounty on his head and that the mission was compromised. "You have no choice, as your body guard it's my decision to get you as far away from here as possible. We're leaving."
Owen nearly toppled over as this female rushed passed him and he himself was in no big hurry so he just waited to get himself together before continuing to the palace. Now he was smarter than she credited him for and as he came to the main guards of the front door he flashed a Naboo security badge and let them scan before he got passed. Entering without an problems he knew right where to find them and shortly after he entered speaking as he did. "Get him and lets go."
She nodded, helping the field marshal hoist himself up and following after the man she had just met. The guards they passed looked at them curiously, but didn't say a word as they hurried past them.
Owen knew this complex better than most people did and guiding them through the halls he led them to the hangar bay first before to the edge. "Get him down onto the ground right there...its a 5 ft drop but...." He was cut short as a laser round flew passed them. Shoving them behind a pillar he turned and whipped his blaster out and ducked behind a low crate. rounds were firing all around, the other bounty hunters having caught on. "GET HIM OUT!" He cried as he leaned up to fire before ducking back down.
She nodded and did as she was told, laying herself flat on the ground and lowering him as far down as she could without falling over the edge herself. As a blaster round seared the side of her right thigh, she hissed and let the field marshal drop to the ground below before sliding off herself and shielding the man with her own body as they waited for the man to join them.
Owen hadn't come down yet and with blaster rounds firing over them it didn't seem like he would. Only a few more moments passed before the bolts stop firing, reload time. At that instant of time Owen appeared and slid down with heavy breath as men could be heard shouting after them and growing closer. "Move around the corner....a friend of mine, lets say a fellow hunter, left his ship there we will get you there and out you go."
Italia nodded and studied him for a swift moment before doing as she was told. As they ran, she glanced over at him. "I'm not leaving you behind....so I hope you have a plan for yourself as well . "
Owen followed close behind but stopped short as they got to the covered vessel, his body shifting behind a rock as a bolt gashed him in the side, a loud cry escaping him before looking at her. "Get the hell otu fo here and get him going! Just leave!" He cried at her as he turned the rock and fired at the few advancing men.
Grunting, Italia helped the aging man into the ship. Reappearing a moment later, she held a rifle she had found only moments before and knelt down. Taking steady aim, she fired. One down. Two down. Three down. Four down. "Hurry up and get in here dammit!" Steady. Take aim. Five down. Reload. Steady. Take aim. Six down. Was there no end to them?
Owen looked down as he began to fire and he could only shake his head. She didn't understand that now they were Naboo Guards coming at them not the hunters, a kidnap being thought of this. "I said go!" He cried at Italia as he grabbed her left shoulder with his left hand ripping her from her stance at the 6th shot, the round going off into the sky. "Get him outta here go!" He continued to cry as he turned again and fired quick shots to pin down the on comers.
The thrusters burst into action and she sighed in relief. He had done as she asked, thank god, and they were ready to go. Grunting, she hit the button to raise the landing ramp and darted to the cockpit. She had recognized most of the Naboo guards...the last four she had shot had been guards, only one had been struck fatally. As the guards struggled to get up and collect themselves once again, Italia programmed the navi-computer to take off in the direction of Coruscant space. This whole thing had been such a problem form the very beginning. Glancing over her shoulder at the swiftly raising landing ramp, she hoped the man would have enough sense to jump in.
Owen was still outsider, his blaster letting shots rip with reloads leaving one round in reach chamber not taking any chances. With only seconds between death and life wen made a dash for the lifting ramp to dive on but a loud grunt slid from his lips as he not only crushed the gash in his side but also felt a slug rip through his upper shoulder, his collar bone able to be heard shattering from the passing round. In a great deal of pain and bleeding something furious he pulled himself onto the door as it closed, his form rolling down it with him groaning as the thing set off from Naboo.
As the ship made it's way into space the Italia left the field marshal to pilot as she went back and saw the man laying on the floor. Her leg stung, but it would heal on it's own, he needed help now. Pulling off his jacket, she tore strips of cloth from her dress up to her knees and began tying them around the bleeding injuries. Glancing around, she spotted a bench that would do for a medical table and looked down at him. "Hey...can you make it to the bench over there? C'mon...we've got to get you moved." She said, working to get one of his arms around her so she could help him up.
Ship
Official Name: Whitecloak fighter
Given Name: Silvinia
Faction/Affiliation: Republic and Fringer
Classification: Fighter
Dimensions-
Height: 3 meters
Width: 7 meters
Length: 15 meters
Manufacturer: Kuat Systems Engineering, Curich Engineering (modifications done here)
Energy Source: Fission Reactor
Engine Unit: 2a Fission Engines x 2 (Upgrade made by Owen)
Speed: 1150 km/h
Hyper drive: Equipped
Rating: 1.5
Crew Necessity: 1
Armor/hull: Titanium-reinforced alloy (Upgrade made by Owen)
Shields: Deflector shields
Armament: Light laser cannons 2, Concussion missile launchers 2 x 8 missiles each
Passenger Capacity: 0
Cargo Capacity: 40 kg
Consumables: 2 weeks
Hanger Facilities/Starfighter Capacity: none
Other: Advanced sensors, targeting computer, 2a Fission Engines
Description/role: images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/2/27/Cloakshapes.jpg
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155lbs
Appearance: www.diangy.com/filemanager/files/Pictures/TIGHT%20PRESS%20PHOTOS/tight%20-%20Danny.jpg
Birth place: New Vertica , Nar Shaddaa
Profession: Mercenary/Smuggler
Bio:
What is there to know about Owen? What that he was born on Nar Shaddaa or that he is scum? Wrong Owen is more then what people think at first sight and this...this is how it began.
Life on Nar Shaddaa
Owen was born in 3626BBY to a family that was under the clutch of the Hutt Empire. His father forced many years before he was born to go to the Hutt's for protection he would never imagine it would bring about his death in the end. With a son on the way Owen's father would have to take on an extra mission just before his birth which would forever leave Owen without knowing his father.
Just a week before his birth Owen's father would venture off world on a smuggling run for the Hutt's transporting some illegal arms to a mercenary facility out on Denon. Traveling with several other smugglers the small barely armed vessel would find its way blocked by a group of pirates that requested the cargo they were carrying. Now not known to Owen's father and the others this was all just a set-up by the Hutts to get their families in a lifetime debt to be paid off for the heavily priced weapons on board the ship. Now it would be in the midst of this small area of small that the traansport would refuse and in return be fired upon and destroyed, none surviving the blast.
Word wouldn't reach Owen's mother of this so called accident, really murder, until about 3 days after own was born. Going into a depression Owen's mother and himself would be taken before the ruling Hutt at this time on Nar Shaddaa and be sentenced into slavery under him for a lifetime.
This would be the life for Owen for many years for as he grew with his mother beside him Owen would be nothing more but a server boy. Now for 6 years, the ages birth - 4 just being him learning the basics to life, Owen would be nothing more than this server in a Casino Cantina where he would over hear from so many people of the outside world, the massive ships, the wealthy, the politics, etc and these stories from these travelers would spark an interest into Owen. Now Owen of course being curious to these stories would sit amongst travelers when his days work was done and just listen to so many stories, so many exciting tales of space battles, raiding parties, wars, and other things that he would eventually get the courage to start speaking to these strangers asking for more tales. Little uneasy at first many of the travelers would just tell him to run along home but a select few, finding his interest exciting, would sit for hours with him just telling him of how so many different things went on outside this place of metal that it was unbelievable.
Becoming so excited from hearing all these grand tales he would always tell his mother everything he had heard, her response always the same "Don't go living on dreams this is our life now." His mother, not the same since his father's death for many years before, feared that one day her child would leave her like his father had making her not only a widow but also a lonely mother mourning two deaths instead of one. In some aspects she was right for Owen would eventually find a way off this planet and out into the world but he would not die, instead he would make a fine living.
Coming of the age of 15 after 5 more years of working as a normal slave he would get the courage to approach the Hutt one day and ask for a new position. At first the Hutt was tempted to have him whipped but at the same time he knew that down in the Hangar Bay private to his smugglers several mechanics had gotten in wrong with one of his men, the mechanics ending up dead on the spot. Seeing this young, strong boy before him he gave a grin before telling one of his guards to escort him down into the Bay where he would assume a role as a mechanic. Owen would be over joyed when he got his wish but soon this joy would turn into something of misery for as he Owen would quickly learn the smallest screw ups got him whipped.
Quickly starting to learn from other mechanics, after he had been whipped about a dozen times, the basics and soon advanced things about fixing the ships, Owen would become much better. Rarely getting whipped after about 2 weeks of learning, though 5 more times he got whipped in those 2 weeks, he would become somewhat of a minor expert at fixing droids and minor engine problems in the smaller altitude crafts. After about about 4 months of doing these minor fixes the other mechanics once more began to teach him more on the fighters of the different parts, none of his lessons coming from a text book or anything but from first hand experience at getting burns, cuts, bruises, etc from trying not to screw up to badly these more difficult engines.
Now Owen would spend about 3 more years doing maintenance before he was sick of the Hutt's and their ways. Now his mother had slowly been declining in health over these 3 years and finally would pass away from illness just making Owen hate the Hutts more for not even trying to give her medical attention. Not even caring anymore for the Hutts and his work, his skills excelling now on Security and Repair of droids, ships, and some other simple things Owen found himself slowly listening in on people at the Hangar.
Overhearing one day two of the mechanics talking about this new starfighter that had come in for repairs Owen quickly would go volunteer to repair his ship. Now this pilot was no ordinary pilot but actually one of the Hutts more respected Bounty Hunters and at first he was a little skeptic about a boy of only 18 working on his ship he would finally agree after hearing some good things. Letting the boy go at the ship the Bounty Hunter would leave to go visit at the Cantina in the upper levels. Now Owen of course had other things in mind for the fighter, like stealing it after it was fixed.
Looking it over the only real damage was to the ceramic outer layer of the armor which could be replaced easily and a minor electrical problem with the laser cannons. Now these repairs Owen would put down taking at least a week to get fixed but in reality for any of the mechanics was about a 3 day job including young Owen. Quickly getting right down to work the fighter would quickly be stripped of the pieces needing repair. Running to the storage himself after a 12 hour shift in repairing the wiring to the laser cannons Owen would get help from several other mechanics to bring out some new ceramic armor.
Though Owen was going to steal this ship, the other mechanics not knowing, they still helped him carry these plates out. Taking some time to get the armor molded and proportioned, a nights rest claiming Owen after a good 4 more hours after the wiring was done, the ceramic plates would be set just right by other mechanics while he slept to give him a hand. Waking the next day Owen would be amazed at the perfected molds by the others and bid them a great thanks before getting more help to mount the plates in their proper positions. Taking over 8 hours to weld the plates onto the frame Owen would grin as he slid down the ladder beside the ship to step back with the other mechanics to look over the fighter.
Amazed at the beauty and grace of the newly restored ship the others, including Owen, could only clap at their achievement before returning to work. Now for the rest of the day Owen would go back to his normal duties fixing some of the transports, fixing droids, coming to open jammed doors, but by the time the days work was done and the Hangar was shutting down it came. Slipping from the punch out line Owen would hide in every shadow, behind every crate, and inside every unlocked side room to make it back to the Hangar. Now this was the time that the Hangar Guards got their time to work and as Owen hid behind a crate maybe 60 yards from the restored fighter he would just wait.
Timing intervals of the guards passing it would be after about an hour of counting that he would make his dash for the ship. Running at his fullest he would come so close to the fighter before someone cried. [blue]"Get him! He's trying to get away!"[/blue] About 20 yards from the ship when he heard the shouts Owen could not look back as he rushed for the fighter. With blaster rounds firing at the 12 yard mark Owen could only pray that he would make it. Feeling the sizzling of his left side by a bolt he cringed and leaned forward with heavy breathing, the blast a bare nick, he would push onto the fighter.
Clambering inside he would fire the engines up with the codes given to him by the Bounty Hunter, the codes needed to activate the systems to check the guns earlier. Having experience with Computers from other ships he would pull the canopy down as a blaster round barely missed his head. Getting the ship up and into a full range of turn he watched form the cockpit as a guard ran and slammed the button on the Hangar Bay doors, the turrets coming to life on either side of the closing doors.
Not caring what would happen Owen put the ship into full thrust towards the doors and having never piloted a fighter found things rather uncomfortable at first. With the ship rushing forward, barely controlled by the 18 year-old, he would being shutting his eyes as the turrets locked on and fired as he drew near. Now people would expect for a fighter to be destroyed by these turrets but as the turrets went to fire a round a bit of a miracle happened. Having heard the shots being fired form their quarters several mechanics close to Owen had rushed into the Hangar and having watched this young boy try to make a get away they couldn't help but find the courage to help. Having went to the electric tubing as fast as they could, the few mechanics went to work cutting through the piping with a saw, the wires inside slicing also cutting the turret power.
Sure without having turrets to fire was nice Owen still wasn't a pilot and flying for the doors he shut his eyes once more thinking he wasn't going to make it. With the sounds of screeching metal the ship would narrowly pass between the two blast doors and out into the world. Finally free of the Hutts Owen would take the best control he could over the small fighter and flee Nar Shaddaa as quickly as the newly made outlaw to the Hutts could.
(Bit of rped but oh well its telling his escape and how he obtains his ship.)
Life Outside
Owen after escaping from the Hutts on Nar Shaddaa would turn from this slave into some what more of a low life, in a way. Running form the Hutts in this stolen fighter he would develop himself over the next 6 years into be an amazing fighter pilot and though this is only half of it a great combatant. Having to find work to maintain himself and his while running from the Hutts Owen would become a mercenary and also a smuggler escort, though small objects he took himself.
Now in the frst 3 years of his escape Owen would run from planet to planet doing minor repairs on peoples droid, ships, and other quick fixes getting as many credits as he could for these odd jobs. Now they weren't high paying by any means but it was enough to get him food, new clothes, and places to stay for a time until the Hutts caught back up with him again. Several occasions though Owen would be nearly caught by the Hutt Bounty Hunters in small homes or town. With these narrow escapes from the Bounty Hunters Owen decided it was finally time to learn something a bit more about combat. After the last narrow escape Owen fled for the Alderaan sector in the Core of the Galaxy.
Taking some time to get to Alderaan itself this would be the place that Owen would learn his combat skills that would later become useful against the Bounty Hunters who tracked him. Now it was several days before Owen actually find a mentor on Alderaan but he managed to find an ex Republic Guard Captain who though now a drunk offered his services. For the next 8 months now Owen would be off the grid on Alderaan learning the basics on firing blaster rifles with accuracy, blaster pistols with precision, fighting unarmed, and fighting with vibro blades so that he might prepare for later attacks. Over the course of these 8 months Owen would become close to his mentor taking in the knowledge he knew of the Galaxy before departing from Alderaan and once more entering onto the grid.
Once more with Bounty Hunters on his tail Owen would lead them to the back water planet of Centares. Leading them down onto one of the isolated mountain ranges and in these close valleys Owen would take advantage of the surroundings. Using the skills his mentor taught him about combat Owen would slowly pick off the Bounty Hunters with well placed blaster rounds from different positions in the valleys and when finally only one was left he crept in close to him. Taking out a vibro dagger that had actually been in the ship, a side weapon of the Bounty Hunter so long ago, he got close before moving it to the woman's throat who was left. Holding it there he would ask some questions and get some answers before the dagger slid clean across her throat, letting her body drop to the ground in a heap.
Taking her comlink he would contact the Hutt who was still after him and after a long talk over the link Owen was finally let go of his bounty. Throwing the link onto the dead females body he would once more go to his ship and leave, heading off into space to find more ways for him to earn some quick cash to upgrade.
Now 24 Owen has taken on many missions since that valley time so long ago, some of his missions even gaining the respect once more of the Hutts. With his skills in piloting, weapons combat, unarmed combat, and slight melee weapon combat all improved he has become something of a slightly famous mercenary, since he never left anyone alive to tell the story of what happened, not even the children who witnessed the killing. With his journey from all his missions now landing him on Dxun and of course another mission
Skills: Security, Repair, Snipers Aim, Computer Use.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 1 - 10 (9)
Intelligence: 1 - 10 (7)
Speed: 1 – 10 (6)
Leadership: 1 - 10 (3)
Unarmed: 1 - 10 (5)
Melee Weapons: 1 - 10 (3)
Ranged Weapons: 1 – 10 (7)
Alignment: ##
From -10 to +10
+5
RP Sample:
(So this is known this rp sample has been been based off of a current rp going between Italia and Owen, this event being part of both their pasts as a mission wrong for Shawn and a meeting of friends. It has been typed by both myself and Talau for purpose of use in this profile as a sample so enjoy...and these two do plan on rping together that's why their past is entangled here. And the first post is starting with Italia and from there out its in the order of Italia Shawn Italia Shawn and so on.)
Ah Naboo...the world teeming with wealth, and the wealthy...not least of which was the queen herself...and endowed with a rich history of war and peace alike. Very much the last place one would expect to see a Mercenary, much less a mandalorian mercenary. However, this was the planet Italia found herself on....and enjoying herself very much. Though at the moment, she was not dawning her mando armor, she was still very much on a 'business trip' as she like to call it. Dressed in a long flowing gown of forest greens and ocean blues, the mando woman sauntered across the various streets surrounding the palace, her green eyes sparkling as she made mental notes of the various pathways and escapes her employer might need should something go wrong. It was, after all, her duty to protect this military man who wished to visit the queen and still keep a low profile.
Mmmmmm Naboo, a place where a guy could make a nice life when it was time to settle down and start a family, unfortunately Owen wasn't here for that this time. With his mind set on a high priority job Owen was scouting out different vantage points to get clean a shot that was to be placed. Having been set by blocked link an assignment for a hefty return if completed and it was actually to kill a head military man who he needed gone anyway for his smuggling routes. With his brown hues scanning over every building close to the palace, every window and balcony, Owen just appeared like a normal male. Dressed in just a normal fashion of a clad, white shirt with brown pants supported by a belt that was holstering his blaster, and his over jacket of a pilot draping him he just appeared a to be a normal tourist in line of the history and majestic beauty of the capital city. Now unaware of the people around he would venture right passed a girl that would actually draw his attention for a moment from his work. Young and dressed vibrantly this female in green would take his breath before disappearing back into the crowd.
She gave the people milling around the streets very little thought as she wandered, seemingly aimlessly, down various streets, stopping occasionally to look at a shop window and watching the reflections of the people behind her in it rather than looking at the wares inside. As she passed down another street, her eyes caught on a rather rugged looking pilot and she smiled, taking note of him for some reason unknown even to her. Sure, he was a bit attractive but she didn't think that was what had called her attention to him. Mentally shrugging it off, she continued on her way down the street. Upon reaching her destination...a rather beaten up looking space transport, she rapped three times on the hull of the ship, giving the all clear. Slowly a door opened and she stepped up the ramp, certain that no one was watching. It wouldn't be until later that night, during the local farmers market in the town square, that she would move her employer. As time neared, she strapped her vibro blade to her thigh, beneath the dress, and stowed a small pistol around her calf where it would not be seen as a bulk of any kind, yet easily accessible.
The day had grown long it seemed to Owen since the crowded streets were now empty and the day had turned to a warm night. With a building picked out that day after he had eyed a most majestic female Owen had taken up a nice little position near to the palace. With his return to his ship earlier he had taken the long range rifle of his from the hidden compartment in the left wing before letting the day grow a bit less busy. When the sun had begun to set and the streets clearing that's when Owen had made his way to this position where he now sat waiting to pop the shot from this rifle. Now Owen wasn't sure when this target would come and go but it would happen and when it did he would get paid. Though time was wearing on and as he sat on this roof just sipping at what was left of a water canteen he began to have a grumbling stomach for it had been nearly 12 hours since he had last eaten and the first thing he was doing after this mission was going to the closest cantina to get some good food and listen to some quality music.
Italia poked her head out cautiously, making sure no one was around, eying the surrounding buildings as if they were voracious carnivores ready to strike, she lowered the landing ramp and stepped out quietly into the warm evening. Becoming to the aging man, she whispered a few words to him before setting off and allowing him to follow with one of her older associates acting as the man's wife. As Italia meandered through the crowds, she felt as if she were standing out...something she wouldn't have minded so much if she had been in her armor, but in this thin dress of silk and straps, there was very little between her and a potential blaster bolt in the back. It didn't help that many of the people around her were dressed in much more drab colors of whites, tans, blacks, browns, and grays...and had much less skin exposed. Her golden tan especially set her apart from the rest as many of the women there had flawless and pale skin. Following her previous path toward the palace, she would stop every once in a while and look around as if deciding where to go while she surveyed the area and waited for her employer to gain ground.
Now it was growing close to 8 and some small crowds were gathered in the streets outside the palace congregating but one small group caught his eye. Moving through the dimly lit streets towards the place was the girl in green again and as a pause caught her two older gentleman came following her up. Now Owen knew his target by face but both were in the shadows making it hard to know which one to fire up. Moving again for the palace steps Owen had to hurry and make a choice which in the end came down to peering through the laser riffles scope. Now first he looked over this female so flawless in figure, perfected in curve, majestic in skin tone, and just gorgeous but the next came over the first gentleman and the third over the last. His first instinct was to shoot the girl but in the end result his trigger finger pulled and the bright flash of the rifle barely showed from the roof top before the man in the middle would crumble down to his chest shot dead square through the heart from his back. Right after another shot rang through, her friend being struck in the left shoulder before the dark figure of his could be seen darting from the roof.
Italia heard the shot fired, and lunged for her employer, knocking the man just barely out of the way. He was hit, yes, but luckily it wouldn't be fatal....her friend had also been shot, but she too would live. As the crowd began to scatter, Italia scrambled to her feet once more, whipping out her com-link. "The Field Marshal needs assistance! Request back-up immediately. I'm going after the shooter!" Pulling out her pistol, she handed it to the field marshal, looked to her friend and nodded. Shiva would make sure nothing else happened to her employer. With this, she hiked up her dress, pulled out the vibro blade and darted after the shadowy figure. Unluckily, the frightened crowd of people were in her way every direction she turned. Looking up she grabbed hold of a street light and hoisted herself up onto a wall. Running across it with amazing balance for someone in heels, she dodged around a shop sign and continued on her way, the shadowy figure from the roof coming closer into view.
Owen, for being up high, was moving quickly and finding a nearby ladder took to it, his dark figure sliding down its length quickly though it wouldn't be quick enough as he caught a glimpse of this female near 20ft from him along this wall. Bolting once more to a full sprint Owen would duck into an dimly lit alley just a few feet up this alley way and slip into a doorway waiting now. He wasn't going to kill this female but it need be he would knock her out since she was after all now trying to kill him for being an assassin.
"Hold There!" she shouted as she saw the man look directly at her before bolting away again. Italia hadn't expected him to stop, and she grinned....after all, part of the fun of her job was the chase. Upon reaching the alley, she slid to a stop and peered down it for a moment before cautiously and nearly silently making her way down it, slinking between the shadows.
Now Owen was smarter then she might think and had picked up a vantage point where he could see the end of the alley where she would enter and keep her outline just barely. Now he was silent though he wished to breath heavier but he managed to keep this low breathing as she neared, her outline flawless in the shadows. Letting himself slip a small vibro dagger from under his shirt he would let his pistol remain holstered as he reached out to try and grab this female, trying to draw her in for a scare.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibroblade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
As she slunk down the alley, Italia let her focus move from eyesight to her hearing...something her father had taught her during her training...and as she focused on her hearing, she noticed the light rustle of fabric from near by as the man moved. Turning in the direction of the man she moved out of the way just as his hand brushed hers. Cursing slightly, she jumped backward, vibro blade at the ready and hoping she had gotten good enough at hand to hand combat that she would be able to win a fight in the dim light of the alley.
Owen hadn't been expecting this petite, though attractive, female to be able to move so quickly from his failed advance. Basically staggering forwards as she moved his own blade would barely catch the back of her dress putting a mere 2 in long slit into it. Turning his form to face her he realized that in her hand was gleaming a full vibro blade vs. his dagger. "So lets talk about this now huh?" He chuckled as his form became outlined as he stepped a few feet back into the light of the other alley so she could actually see him.
She didn't even flinch as the dagger sliced into her dress...it hadn't even nicked skin, so she wasn't too worried. as he stepped into the light she gasped slightly, realizing that it was the same man from before. As he asked to 'talk about it' she let out a humorless chuckle. "Talk about it? You just tried to kill my employer. Why should I 'talk' about anything with you?" she asked, slightly put off by his sudden question.
He looked at her giving a slight shrug in the light as he stood like a stone wall there at the end of the walk way not wavering at all. "As was I miss. I was employed to kill your employer." Shawn's voice had a that hint of honesty behind it as though he let his words flow through the darkness to her ears. "We all have to make a living and this job just lead me to kill your employer which I failed at."
Italia huffed slightly, not sure what to do now when her com-link beeped. --Italia? Have you caught the assassin?-- a female voice said. Slowly pulling out her com-link, she gave a hard look at the man before her and sighed heavily before answering. "No. He got away in the crowd." --damn it....well he's safe for now, we got him to the palace in one piece for the most part. He'll be fine. Report back in an hour.-- the other woman stated before the communication was cut. Letting her head fall slightly, Italia wondered just why she had done that. Why had she lied? "Your free to go, but I don't want to see you near my employer again. If I do I'll have to kill you. You understand."
Owen, listening to carefully to the comlink, could only smirk some as he slowly turned his back to her keeping mindful of her. "Your employer will be dead...in give or take an hour. You think I am the only one after to kill him? nuts there are most likely 5 guys here besides me trying to get the bounty on him and if you want to save him you will let me go after him...take me to him and I can get you both outta here. I might be trying to kill him but you spared me so I can wave one bounty for that." Owen's words were drifting to her slow as he began to walk and turn the corner to head back for the palace to help her get him outta here.
"You must be kidding me. How can I trust you?" she stated, then sighed. "Fine, but break in on your own. If I'm seen with you we're all dead anyway." she said and darted past him around the corner. Once to the palace, she informed her employer of the bounty on his head and that the mission was compromised. "You have no choice, as your body guard it's my decision to get you as far away from here as possible. We're leaving."
Owen nearly toppled over as this female rushed passed him and he himself was in no big hurry so he just waited to get himself together before continuing to the palace. Now he was smarter than she credited him for and as he came to the main guards of the front door he flashed a Naboo security badge and let them scan before he got passed. Entering without an problems he knew right where to find them and shortly after he entered speaking as he did. "Get him and lets go."
She nodded, helping the field marshal hoist himself up and following after the man she had just met. The guards they passed looked at them curiously, but didn't say a word as they hurried past them.
Owen knew this complex better than most people did and guiding them through the halls he led them to the hangar bay first before to the edge. "Get him down onto the ground right there...its a 5 ft drop but...." He was cut short as a laser round flew passed them. Shoving them behind a pillar he turned and whipped his blaster out and ducked behind a low crate. rounds were firing all around, the other bounty hunters having caught on. "GET HIM OUT!" He cried as he leaned up to fire before ducking back down.
She nodded and did as she was told, laying herself flat on the ground and lowering him as far down as she could without falling over the edge herself. As a blaster round seared the side of her right thigh, she hissed and let the field marshal drop to the ground below before sliding off herself and shielding the man with her own body as they waited for the man to join them.
Owen hadn't come down yet and with blaster rounds firing over them it didn't seem like he would. Only a few more moments passed before the bolts stop firing, reload time. At that instant of time Owen appeared and slid down with heavy breath as men could be heard shouting after them and growing closer. "Move around the corner....a friend of mine, lets say a fellow hunter, left his ship there we will get you there and out you go."
Italia nodded and studied him for a swift moment before doing as she was told. As they ran, she glanced over at him. "I'm not leaving you behind....so I hope you have a plan for yourself as well . "
Owen followed close behind but stopped short as they got to the covered vessel, his body shifting behind a rock as a bolt gashed him in the side, a loud cry escaping him before looking at her. "Get the hell otu fo here and get him going! Just leave!" He cried at her as he turned the rock and fired at the few advancing men.
Grunting, Italia helped the aging man into the ship. Reappearing a moment later, she held a rifle she had found only moments before and knelt down. Taking steady aim, she fired. One down. Two down. Three down. Four down. "Hurry up and get in here dammit!" Steady. Take aim. Five down. Reload. Steady. Take aim. Six down. Was there no end to them?
Owen looked down as he began to fire and he could only shake his head. She didn't understand that now they were Naboo Guards coming at them not the hunters, a kidnap being thought of this. "I said go!" He cried at Italia as he grabbed her left shoulder with his left hand ripping her from her stance at the 6th shot, the round going off into the sky. "Get him outta here go!" He continued to cry as he turned again and fired quick shots to pin down the on comers.
The thrusters burst into action and she sighed in relief. He had done as she asked, thank god, and they were ready to go. Grunting, she hit the button to raise the landing ramp and darted to the cockpit. She had recognized most of the Naboo guards...the last four she had shot had been guards, only one had been struck fatally. As the guards struggled to get up and collect themselves once again, Italia programmed the navi-computer to take off in the direction of Coruscant space. This whole thing had been such a problem form the very beginning. Glancing over her shoulder at the swiftly raising landing ramp, she hoped the man would have enough sense to jump in.
Owen was still outsider, his blaster letting shots rip with reloads leaving one round in reach chamber not taking any chances. With only seconds between death and life wen made a dash for the lifting ramp to dive on but a loud grunt slid from his lips as he not only crushed the gash in his side but also felt a slug rip through his upper shoulder, his collar bone able to be heard shattering from the passing round. In a great deal of pain and bleeding something furious he pulled himself onto the door as it closed, his form rolling down it with him groaning as the thing set off from Naboo.
As the ship made it's way into space the Italia left the field marshal to pilot as she went back and saw the man laying on the floor. Her leg stung, but it would heal on it's own, he needed help now. Pulling off his jacket, she tore strips of cloth from her dress up to her knees and began tying them around the bleeding injuries. Glancing around, she spotted a bench that would do for a medical table and looked down at him. "Hey...can you make it to the bench over there? C'mon...we've got to get you moved." She said, working to get one of his arms around her so she could help him up.
Ship
Official Name: Whitecloak fighter
Given Name: Silvinia
Faction/Affiliation: Republic and Fringer
Classification: Fighter
Dimensions-
Height: 3 meters
Width: 7 meters
Length: 15 meters
Manufacturer: Kuat Systems Engineering, Curich Engineering (modifications done here)
Energy Source: Fission Reactor
Engine Unit: 2a Fission Engines x 2 (Upgrade made by Owen)
Speed: 1150 km/h
Hyper drive: Equipped
Rating: 1.5
Crew Necessity: 1
Armor/hull: Titanium-reinforced alloy (Upgrade made by Owen)
Shields: Deflector shields
Armament: Light laser cannons 2, Concussion missile launchers 2 x 8 missiles each
Passenger Capacity: 0
Cargo Capacity: 40 kg
Consumables: 2 weeks
Hanger Facilities/Starfighter Capacity: none
Other: Advanced sensors, targeting computer, 2a Fission Engines
Description/role: images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/2/27/Cloakshapes.jpg
