Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 13, 2011 0:26:06 GMT -5
Name-Birth place: Nice and kosher. Or halal. Whichever you prefer.
Appearance: Also looks good.
Personality: I feel like there's a few questions I could raise here. Does he make friends? Does he want friends? Stuff like that.
Skills: I do believe these need to be in the format of a list. A description should be fine though.
Equipment: I don't see these being a problem, but Mara might disagree.
Attributes:
Strength- 8 is for Wookies rather than humans. A 7 is as buff as a human should be.
Intelligence- This is booksmarts, and 8 is approaching genius. It would need some justification in the bio, and a hefty impact on the personality.
Speed- Fine
Leadership- 5 seems a little high based on his personality. Your call though.
Unarmed- Fine
Melee- This is extremely high for a civilian. A 5 is average for someone with training, so a 7 I would expect to be a duelist of some sort.
Ranged- Fine
Force Stats:
TK seems a little hard to work successfully here. It seems like moving things with his mind would take some training. You might be better off with this in sense. Just my two cents worth.
Bio: So here's what I do with the bio. I add in my own comments and corrections in whatever pretty color I choose, directly inputting them to your bio.
Jesco was born and raised on the planet Jaemus with a twin brother Jacob, and a younger brother Kendri. His mother, Kendra, died of illness not long after Kendri’s first birth day, leaving all three boys to be raised by their father, Weluan. The boys weren’t born into poverty, but they weren’t born into wealth either. They were simply born on Jaemus, home of the never ending ship yards. The district that they lived in was known as the salvage district, where nearly everyone who lived there did just that.
The boys had learned to read and write from a local school held in a shack just on the far side of the market, but when they became old enough to hold a wrench on their own and their father couldn’t convince them to stay in school, then they went off to work at the yards too. Their father was an intelligent man, showing them the ins and outs of thrusters and power units as they dismantled machines. He also taught them about their control systems so that by the time they were in their teens they could each design ships on their own I can't see teenagers designing such advanced technology from scratch. Something more modest would likely be better., crude at first but then they began to get quite unique. At one point they began to start building in their spare time, though none of them had ever completed their project entirely.
Jesco and his brothers got along really well. They liked most of the same things, especially star ships. Their discussions were often about which ship would beat another in a race, or how you might take down a certain cruiser with a smaller fighter class ship. Age didn’t matter, as even Kendri was just as close to Jesco as Jacob was. They would joke as they torched ship parts from wrecks, laughing and working at the same time. Though it usually took all three boys to do the work of one full grown man at first, they could do it twice as quick as one man, and then even three times as quick once they were older. The quality of their work was really good too. Since they had three heads to work together they could dismantle ships so well that they started getting the contracts for the more expensive ones, and they were only fifteen and sixteen. They were all strong and smart for their age, having not only skillful training from their father, but also a strong desire to understand. Hard work was just a part of learning, and they did that well. Unfortunately most wreckers aren’t weren't. Past tense please. as fun and cheery as Jesco, Jacob, and Kendri were.
The wrecking foreman would give out contracts at the start of the week to all of the crews. The Zey crew was the fastest so they would always get the good contracts. Those contracts also had the shortest deadlines but were worth a lot more credits. Most of the other crews would have to merge in order to finish the contracts that the Zey family could do by themselves, resulting in half the credits, but still worth more than the regular contracts would net them. This began to cause a lot of ill feelings between the Zey family and some of the other crews. The last straw for the other crews was pulled just before Jesco and Jacobs seventeenth birthday.
The first day of the week brought a new crop of wrecks to be salvaged. The main one on the list was a new fighter class ship with a crew capacity of fifteen I can't see a fighter holding that many people. Maybe a patrol ship or a shuttle. Also, why does a brand new ship need to be salvaged?. It was a brand new ship and the deadline to strip it was steep, three days. Even the Zey’sApostrophe + s =/= plural couldn’t meet that deadline. This made the rest of the crews start elbowing each other with smiles. This meant they would have to be paired up with the other fastest crew. When the foreman told the Zey’s that they had could pick their partner crew, they chose the third fastest crew. Smiles immediately changed faces from the second fastest crew to the third fastest crew. The way it looked was that the Zey’s had picked this crew because it was one of the other crews that they actually got along with. In reality it was partially because of that, but mostly because they could mesh really well, working way better as a team. The second fastest crew was full of arrogance and feuds. They could hardly work well together, let alone with another crew. They worked fast. They were also really sloppy, but fast all the same.
The morning of the first day looked like they weren’t going to make the deadline, especially since the feuding crew had hidden their tools on them. By the end of the day though, once they had found their tools, they had stripped the entire flight deck, all four thrusters, and the power unit. All that was left was to dismantle the frame. This made the other crews furious. On the third day they were done early. They even got a bonus for it too.
That night while all three boys and their father were at home sitting around the table eating and telling one another what they were going to buy when they got paid, someone knocked on the door. Weluan got up to answer it… only to be shot through the door by a blaster. He never even had a chance to react before he was dead. All three boys yelled in horror as they grabbed whatever was nearest and sharpest. Four of the men from the second fastest wrecking crew burst through the door and launched themselves at the boys. Kendri was the first to be subdued. Jacob had grabbed a knife from the table and jammed it up underneath the jaw of one of the men, sending the tip far up into his skull. Jesco cuffed one man over the head with a chunk of salvaged metal that was being used as a book holder on the shelf. The man dropped to the floor before Jesco’s vision went black.
When Jesco came to all three boys were tied to chairs and sat side by side. Kendri was sobbing as he stared at Weluan’s lifeless body on the floor. Jacob had a deep cut underneath one eye that was beginning to turn the eye socket purple, but the glare he had on his face nearly even scared Jesco. Jesco could feel blood trickling down the side of his head still where one of the other men must have hit him to knock him out. The room seemed to swim as he tried to get his bearings. Three men stood in front of them, one holding the side of his head to keep it from bleeding too much. Another man was dead on the floor with a knife stuck underneath his chin. At least he had got what he deserved.
This could be viewed as a stylistic issue, but I subscribe to the belief that the bio is the history rather than past RP posts strung together, which is the vibe you transition into thanks to very heavy dialogue. I also find the motivation to be rather lacking. The second fastest crew would logically receive the second most funding, and I don't see such a relatively small difference motivating murder.
When the others noticed Jesco was awake, they approached their hostages. “Now, boys, tell us where those credits you got went to.” Kendri wasn’t paying attention, but Jacob looked over at Jesco with one raised eyebrow. Jesco squinted against a surge of pain, not noticing Jacob’s expression. “What credits?” He hissed through the pain. One of the men cuffed Jesco hard across his face, making him nearly black out with the newly added pain on top of the old. “The credits from your last job!” The man yelled. Jacob laughed, “You mean the one you got screwed out on?” This earned him a hard hit worse than Jesco had gotten. Jacob spit some blood out of his mouth, still laughing. “Payday is at the end of the week you idiot.” The man was about to slap him again, but he realized the truth in Jacob’s statement. Then he hit him anyway.
“Alright then,” one of the other ones said, “where do you keep the rest of your credits?” This time both Jacob and Jesco looked at each other. They didn’t keep any considerable amount of money around the house. There might be a few credits here and there, but that was it. Jacob looked over at them, his face softening a bit knowing their predicament was now a little direr. “Um… at the bank.” The man laughed loudly. “Do you expect us to believe that? There isn’t a bank anywhere near here.” Jesco gritted his teeth against the pain as he answered. “Yeah there is. It’s on Miners Way, Seven blocks over.” The man asking the questions looked over at one of his partners for confirmation, which he received as a quick nod.
“Alright, that’s fair enough.” The man then pulled out his blaster pistol and pointed it at Kendri. “What’s the account number?” He was looking at the other two brothers as he spoke. “We don’t know! Dad kept it secret! He wouldn’t let us come to the bank until we were seventeen!” Jesco yelled. Only three days away. The man laughed. “Wrong answer.” And then Kendri was dead.
Jesco was so frozen in terror at what had just happened that he couldn’t even yell. Jacob screamed at their captors in rage, calling them vile names as he sobbed. Then they pointed the gun at Jacob. “Last chance.” This time they were looking at Jesco since he was still quiet. “I… I…” The man kicked him. “Speak up boy!” Slowly Jesco’s words came to him. “I don’t know.” He said feebly. “Strike two.” The man replied.
Jesco could only stare at the rest of his family. They were all gone now. It had only taken a matter of moments. Now, the most important things in his life were gone. They had been taken from him. They had no right to take them, but take them they did. They had no damn right…
Jesco was trembling. His face was scrunched up in rage as he looked at his captors. “Last chance boy.” Suddenly there was a loud hammering at the door. From the words the men outside shouted it was the local police. A chair had been pushed up against the door, covering the hole in it at the same time. The man with the pistol looked over at the door, but then turned back to Jesco. “Three seconds bo…”
Suddenly the knife that had been used to kill the first intruder came seemingly from nowhere, slamming into the side of the man’s head.I assume you mean this to be telekinesis, only for an untrained Force sensitive, particularly of such a young age still, this is a feat that would require a higher stat and some training. There's too much though, focus, precision, and knowledge required to pull that off. I could be overruled on this of course, don't let the shiny name fool you, technically nothing I tell you has to be done. His eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped to the floor, dead. The other two men stood in surprise only to be blasted in the backs when the police broke the door off of its hinges. The police immediately spread out in the room, clearing the entire building while one of them untied Jesco. Jesco never spoke when they asked him questions though. Horror has sunken back into him.
It was four days before Jesco was able to communicate again. He began slowly, writing down what had happened. It had taken nearly a month before he began to talk again and another before he was allowed to go home and start work again. The crew that he had last worked with eagerly welcomed him into their group, supporting him as much as they could. They were now the fastest wrecking crew since the last two guys who had been on the second best crew had found other crews, both slower than their previous one. Jesco was different now though. He hardly talked. He just kept working. Day in and day out: work, work, work.
One day one of the men from the late second fastest crew bumped into Jesco as he was disconnecting a thruster from a small transport wreck. “What’s the matter boy? Can’t work as fast now that you’ve lost your other half?” He laughed as he walked away, obviously referring to his twin Jacob. Jesco stopped what he was doing and stared at the thruster in front of him for a few moments before he put his tools into his belt and casually started to follow the man.
The man was beginning to tell his friends what he had just done when Jesco caught his attention walking up behind him. “What’s the matter boy? You wanna fight?” He barked a laugh. Jesco never slowed even a bit as he pulled out one of his sharper tools in a quick and fluid motion. The man didn’t have time to react as the pointy end rammed through the side of his head and poked out the other in a spray of red. Everyone stared at Jesco in shock as he pulled his tool free and wiped it clean on the dead man’s shirt. Then he turned back around, walked back to the thruster he was working on, and continued dismantling it.
It wasn’t long before the police showed up and told him that he would need to come with them. They had heard enough of the story from him earlier about his relations with certain men in the salvage yard, and from the foreman when they entered the worksite, to already know the circumstances of his actions. He complied, stepping down from his ladder, cleaning his hands as he did. He undid his tool belt and then followed the police. He would obviously be spending that night in a cell.
As Jesco lay staring at the ceiling of his private cell, he thought about what Jaemus held for him. He had grown up here, and had many good times. He had a steady job that he was appreciated at… well for the most part was. He had a home and money and food. He also had memories. Though there were the good ones, only one night stood out in his mind. In that instant he determined that there was nothing here for him. If he could have, he would have left that moment.
So he did.
In his anger, Jesco began to focus all of his rage at the lock to his cell. He had no idea why, but he hated it right then. He hated that it was the only thing in his path between him and freedom. As he focused on it, he began to feel as if he understood it, every circuit, every switch, and every microchip. His mind began to probe the inner workings of it, delving deep within the simplistic logistic coding. Suddenly, to his surprise, the red light on the lock turned green, and the door gently swung open a few inches. He could only blink in surprise. It soon subsided as he took the opportunity to sneak out of the small detachment. This is waaaaaaaay beyond the capabilities of an untrained force sensitive. I guarantee this one needs changing.
A quick stop by his home, and then another to the bank, and he was off. He hopped onto the next ship off of the plant… secretly that was. It was a rather large vessel, so the rest of the crew never asked any further when he said he was just another mechanic. He couldn’t think up a lie quick enough, so he gave them his real name. Nobody questioned it though, not being natives of Jaemus. They were simply a large trading vessel on its way down the Hydian Way.
Jesco never stayed with them for very long. They could travel in hyperspace but as soon as they hid Bandomeer Jesco departed ways, slipping away once they landed and were allowed to mingle a bit. He never even got paid, but he didn’t care. He had enough credits to support him for a good while. Plus he didn’t like the Meerians. They always had to get right in his face to speak with him. It annoyed him. He began to planet hop on smaller ships. He hopped on the crew of a taxi ship from Bandomeer to Wayland. Wayland hand only a small colony, and the native species still weren’t the most delighted with it, even after centuries of contact with them. The next planet he went to was Thustra on a small cargo ship. This was a rather long journey as the crew numbered only eight, including Jesco, and the hyperspace drive was broken. By the end of the stint Jesco had successfully repaired the hyperdrive, but he was sick of the crew. Thustra wasn’t any better with their old Sephi’s. They were just too weird with their pointy ears and long faces. He was only there for about three days before he found a Republic ship on its way to Chazwa to help in protecting against Smugglers.
Jesco stayed at Chazwa for about a year before taking off. He found a small salvage operation that took him for that time. This was where he found Dirt, his pit droid. It took him nearly half a year to get him to function, and another month just to work out all the kinks in his mechanics. Still, the thing was able to retain all of its knowledge about ships, however old it was, and it could lift about fifty pounds more than Jesco, and Jesco was no small boy anymore. The both of them could easily remove a thruster from a wreck and reattach it to a functioning starship all by themselves.
When Jesco grew bored of Chazwa, he began hopping trade ships all down the Perlemain Trade Route hyperspace corridor. In the end he made it to Coruscant. Here he finally saw his first Jedi, and second, and third, and plenty more. It was also then that he realized that the broken weapon he carried was a lightsaber. Still, knowing what it was didn’t help him fix it anymore than before. His blaster too was still in disrepair. Empire weapons were extremely hard to come by, especially this deep in the core worlds. He soon found his place in the underbelly of the edge of the Works, near the Senate District. Being that is was so close to the Senate district it was still the place that a lot of star and air ships went for repairs. This was where Jesco took up residence.
Now there have been a few fights that Jesco has gotten into, all of which he was out numbered, but only one of which he lost. He learned that carrying a blaster pistol didn’t mean anything unless you were going to use it. Well, not necessarily use it, but be convincing enough that it might happen. Still, it seemed to Jesco that anytime a Jedi were anywhere near everyone kept to them and rarely did they confront them. If they did it usually only took a well executed glare to make them back down. Only once did he see a light saber drawn, and it was simply a new Padawan showing off. Still, he noticed the respect the actual Jedi Knights received. He noticed it well.
Appearance: Also looks good.
Personality: I feel like there's a few questions I could raise here. Does he make friends? Does he want friends? Stuff like that.
Skills: I do believe these need to be in the format of a list. A description should be fine though.
Equipment: I don't see these being a problem, but Mara might disagree.
Attributes:
Strength- 8 is for Wookies rather than humans. A 7 is as buff as a human should be.
Intelligence- This is booksmarts, and 8 is approaching genius. It would need some justification in the bio, and a hefty impact on the personality.
Speed- Fine
Leadership- 5 seems a little high based on his personality. Your call though.
Unarmed- Fine
Melee- This is extremely high for a civilian. A 5 is average for someone with training, so a 7 I would expect to be a duelist of some sort.
Ranged- Fine
Force Stats:
TK seems a little hard to work successfully here. It seems like moving things with his mind would take some training. You might be better off with this in sense. Just my two cents worth.
Bio: So here's what I do with the bio. I add in my own comments and corrections in whatever pretty color I choose, directly inputting them to your bio.
Oct 7, 2011 0:07:49 GMT -5 @jesco said:
Jesco was born and raised on the planet Jaemus with a twin brother Jacob, and a younger brother Kendri. His mother, Kendra, died of illness not long after Kendri’s first birth day, leaving all three boys to be raised by their father, Weluan. The boys weren’t born into poverty, but they weren’t born into wealth either. They were simply born on Jaemus, home of the never ending ship yards. The district that they lived in was known as the salvage district, where nearly everyone who lived there did just that.
The boys had learned to read and write from a local school held in a shack just on the far side of the market, but when they became old enough to hold a wrench on their own and their father couldn’t convince them to stay in school, then they went off to work at the yards too. Their father was an intelligent man, showing them the ins and outs of thrusters and power units as they dismantled machines. He also taught them about their control systems so that by the time they were in their teens they could each design ships on their own I can't see teenagers designing such advanced technology from scratch. Something more modest would likely be better., crude at first but then they began to get quite unique. At one point they began to start building in their spare time, though none of them had ever completed their project entirely.
Jesco and his brothers got along really well. They liked most of the same things, especially star ships. Their discussions were often about which ship would beat another in a race, or how you might take down a certain cruiser with a smaller fighter class ship. Age didn’t matter, as even Kendri was just as close to Jesco as Jacob was. They would joke as they torched ship parts from wrecks, laughing and working at the same time. Though it usually took all three boys to do the work of one full grown man at first, they could do it twice as quick as one man, and then even three times as quick once they were older. The quality of their work was really good too. Since they had three heads to work together they could dismantle ships so well that they started getting the contracts for the more expensive ones, and they were only fifteen and sixteen. They were all strong and smart for their age, having not only skillful training from their father, but also a strong desire to understand. Hard work was just a part of learning, and they did that well. Unfortunately most wreckers aren’t weren't. Past tense please. as fun and cheery as Jesco, Jacob, and Kendri were.
The wrecking foreman would give out contracts at the start of the week to all of the crews. The Zey crew was the fastest so they would always get the good contracts. Those contracts also had the shortest deadlines but were worth a lot more credits. Most of the other crews would have to merge in order to finish the contracts that the Zey family could do by themselves, resulting in half the credits, but still worth more than the regular contracts would net them. This began to cause a lot of ill feelings between the Zey family and some of the other crews. The last straw for the other crews was pulled just before Jesco and Jacobs seventeenth birthday.
The first day of the week brought a new crop of wrecks to be salvaged. The main one on the list was a new fighter class ship with a crew capacity of fifteen I can't see a fighter holding that many people. Maybe a patrol ship or a shuttle. Also, why does a brand new ship need to be salvaged?. It was a brand new ship and the deadline to strip it was steep, three days. Even the Zey’sApostrophe + s =/= plural couldn’t meet that deadline. This made the rest of the crews start elbowing each other with smiles. This meant they would have to be paired up with the other fastest crew. When the foreman told the Zey’s that they had could pick their partner crew, they chose the third fastest crew. Smiles immediately changed faces from the second fastest crew to the third fastest crew. The way it looked was that the Zey’s had picked this crew because it was one of the other crews that they actually got along with. In reality it was partially because of that, but mostly because they could mesh really well, working way better as a team. The second fastest crew was full of arrogance and feuds. They could hardly work well together, let alone with another crew. They worked fast. They were also really sloppy, but fast all the same.
The morning of the first day looked like they weren’t going to make the deadline, especially since the feuding crew had hidden their tools on them. By the end of the day though, once they had found their tools, they had stripped the entire flight deck, all four thrusters, and the power unit. All that was left was to dismantle the frame. This made the other crews furious. On the third day they were done early. They even got a bonus for it too.
That night while all three boys and their father were at home sitting around the table eating and telling one another what they were going to buy when they got paid, someone knocked on the door. Weluan got up to answer it… only to be shot through the door by a blaster. He never even had a chance to react before he was dead. All three boys yelled in horror as they grabbed whatever was nearest and sharpest. Four of the men from the second fastest wrecking crew burst through the door and launched themselves at the boys. Kendri was the first to be subdued. Jacob had grabbed a knife from the table and jammed it up underneath the jaw of one of the men, sending the tip far up into his skull. Jesco cuffed one man over the head with a chunk of salvaged metal that was being used as a book holder on the shelf. The man dropped to the floor before Jesco’s vision went black.
When Jesco came to all three boys were tied to chairs and sat side by side. Kendri was sobbing as he stared at Weluan’s lifeless body on the floor. Jacob had a deep cut underneath one eye that was beginning to turn the eye socket purple, but the glare he had on his face nearly even scared Jesco. Jesco could feel blood trickling down the side of his head still where one of the other men must have hit him to knock him out. The room seemed to swim as he tried to get his bearings. Three men stood in front of them, one holding the side of his head to keep it from bleeding too much. Another man was dead on the floor with a knife stuck underneath his chin. At least he had got what he deserved.
This could be viewed as a stylistic issue, but I subscribe to the belief that the bio is the history rather than past RP posts strung together, which is the vibe you transition into thanks to very heavy dialogue. I also find the motivation to be rather lacking. The second fastest crew would logically receive the second most funding, and I don't see such a relatively small difference motivating murder.
When the others noticed Jesco was awake, they approached their hostages. “Now, boys, tell us where those credits you got went to.” Kendri wasn’t paying attention, but Jacob looked over at Jesco with one raised eyebrow. Jesco squinted against a surge of pain, not noticing Jacob’s expression. “What credits?” He hissed through the pain. One of the men cuffed Jesco hard across his face, making him nearly black out with the newly added pain on top of the old. “The credits from your last job!” The man yelled. Jacob laughed, “You mean the one you got screwed out on?” This earned him a hard hit worse than Jesco had gotten. Jacob spit some blood out of his mouth, still laughing. “Payday is at the end of the week you idiot.” The man was about to slap him again, but he realized the truth in Jacob’s statement. Then he hit him anyway.
“Alright then,” one of the other ones said, “where do you keep the rest of your credits?” This time both Jacob and Jesco looked at each other. They didn’t keep any considerable amount of money around the house. There might be a few credits here and there, but that was it. Jacob looked over at them, his face softening a bit knowing their predicament was now a little direr. “Um… at the bank.” The man laughed loudly. “Do you expect us to believe that? There isn’t a bank anywhere near here.” Jesco gritted his teeth against the pain as he answered. “Yeah there is. It’s on Miners Way, Seven blocks over.” The man asking the questions looked over at one of his partners for confirmation, which he received as a quick nod.
“Alright, that’s fair enough.” The man then pulled out his blaster pistol and pointed it at Kendri. “What’s the account number?” He was looking at the other two brothers as he spoke. “We don’t know! Dad kept it secret! He wouldn’t let us come to the bank until we were seventeen!” Jesco yelled. Only three days away. The man laughed. “Wrong answer.” And then Kendri was dead.
Jesco was so frozen in terror at what had just happened that he couldn’t even yell. Jacob screamed at their captors in rage, calling them vile names as he sobbed. Then they pointed the gun at Jacob. “Last chance.” This time they were looking at Jesco since he was still quiet. “I… I…” The man kicked him. “Speak up boy!” Slowly Jesco’s words came to him. “I don’t know.” He said feebly. “Strike two.” The man replied.
Jesco could only stare at the rest of his family. They were all gone now. It had only taken a matter of moments. Now, the most important things in his life were gone. They had been taken from him. They had no right to take them, but take them they did. They had no damn right…
Jesco was trembling. His face was scrunched up in rage as he looked at his captors. “Last chance boy.” Suddenly there was a loud hammering at the door. From the words the men outside shouted it was the local police. A chair had been pushed up against the door, covering the hole in it at the same time. The man with the pistol looked over at the door, but then turned back to Jesco. “Three seconds bo…”
Suddenly the knife that had been used to kill the first intruder came seemingly from nowhere, slamming into the side of the man’s head.I assume you mean this to be telekinesis, only for an untrained Force sensitive, particularly of such a young age still, this is a feat that would require a higher stat and some training. There's too much though, focus, precision, and knowledge required to pull that off. I could be overruled on this of course, don't let the shiny name fool you, technically nothing I tell you has to be done. His eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped to the floor, dead. The other two men stood in surprise only to be blasted in the backs when the police broke the door off of its hinges. The police immediately spread out in the room, clearing the entire building while one of them untied Jesco. Jesco never spoke when they asked him questions though. Horror has sunken back into him.
It was four days before Jesco was able to communicate again. He began slowly, writing down what had happened. It had taken nearly a month before he began to talk again and another before he was allowed to go home and start work again. The crew that he had last worked with eagerly welcomed him into their group, supporting him as much as they could. They were now the fastest wrecking crew since the last two guys who had been on the second best crew had found other crews, both slower than their previous one. Jesco was different now though. He hardly talked. He just kept working. Day in and day out: work, work, work.
One day one of the men from the late second fastest crew bumped into Jesco as he was disconnecting a thruster from a small transport wreck. “What’s the matter boy? Can’t work as fast now that you’ve lost your other half?” He laughed as he walked away, obviously referring to his twin Jacob. Jesco stopped what he was doing and stared at the thruster in front of him for a few moments before he put his tools into his belt and casually started to follow the man.
The man was beginning to tell his friends what he had just done when Jesco caught his attention walking up behind him. “What’s the matter boy? You wanna fight?” He barked a laugh. Jesco never slowed even a bit as he pulled out one of his sharper tools in a quick and fluid motion. The man didn’t have time to react as the pointy end rammed through the side of his head and poked out the other in a spray of red. Everyone stared at Jesco in shock as he pulled his tool free and wiped it clean on the dead man’s shirt. Then he turned back around, walked back to the thruster he was working on, and continued dismantling it.
It wasn’t long before the police showed up and told him that he would need to come with them. They had heard enough of the story from him earlier about his relations with certain men in the salvage yard, and from the foreman when they entered the worksite, to already know the circumstances of his actions. He complied, stepping down from his ladder, cleaning his hands as he did. He undid his tool belt and then followed the police. He would obviously be spending that night in a cell.
As Jesco lay staring at the ceiling of his private cell, he thought about what Jaemus held for him. He had grown up here, and had many good times. He had a steady job that he was appreciated at… well for the most part was. He had a home and money and food. He also had memories. Though there were the good ones, only one night stood out in his mind. In that instant he determined that there was nothing here for him. If he could have, he would have left that moment.
So he did.
In his anger, Jesco began to focus all of his rage at the lock to his cell. He had no idea why, but he hated it right then. He hated that it was the only thing in his path between him and freedom. As he focused on it, he began to feel as if he understood it, every circuit, every switch, and every microchip. His mind began to probe the inner workings of it, delving deep within the simplistic logistic coding. Suddenly, to his surprise, the red light on the lock turned green, and the door gently swung open a few inches. He could only blink in surprise. It soon subsided as he took the opportunity to sneak out of the small detachment. This is waaaaaaaay beyond the capabilities of an untrained force sensitive. I guarantee this one needs changing.
A quick stop by his home, and then another to the bank, and he was off. He hopped onto the next ship off of the plant… secretly that was. It was a rather large vessel, so the rest of the crew never asked any further when he said he was just another mechanic. He couldn’t think up a lie quick enough, so he gave them his real name. Nobody questioned it though, not being natives of Jaemus. They were simply a large trading vessel on its way down the Hydian Way.
Jesco never stayed with them for very long. They could travel in hyperspace but as soon as they hid Bandomeer Jesco departed ways, slipping away once they landed and were allowed to mingle a bit. He never even got paid, but he didn’t care. He had enough credits to support him for a good while. Plus he didn’t like the Meerians. They always had to get right in his face to speak with him. It annoyed him. He began to planet hop on smaller ships. He hopped on the crew of a taxi ship from Bandomeer to Wayland. Wayland hand only a small colony, and the native species still weren’t the most delighted with it, even after centuries of contact with them. The next planet he went to was Thustra on a small cargo ship. This was a rather long journey as the crew numbered only eight, including Jesco, and the hyperspace drive was broken. By the end of the stint Jesco had successfully repaired the hyperdrive, but he was sick of the crew. Thustra wasn’t any better with their old Sephi’s. They were just too weird with their pointy ears and long faces. He was only there for about three days before he found a Republic ship on its way to Chazwa to help in protecting against Smugglers.
Jesco stayed at Chazwa for about a year before taking off. He found a small salvage operation that took him for that time. This was where he found Dirt, his pit droid. It took him nearly half a year to get him to function, and another month just to work out all the kinks in his mechanics. Still, the thing was able to retain all of its knowledge about ships, however old it was, and it could lift about fifty pounds more than Jesco, and Jesco was no small boy anymore. The both of them could easily remove a thruster from a wreck and reattach it to a functioning starship all by themselves.
When Jesco grew bored of Chazwa, he began hopping trade ships all down the Perlemain Trade Route hyperspace corridor. In the end he made it to Coruscant. Here he finally saw his first Jedi, and second, and third, and plenty more. It was also then that he realized that the broken weapon he carried was a lightsaber. Still, knowing what it was didn’t help him fix it anymore than before. His blaster too was still in disrepair. Empire weapons were extremely hard to come by, especially this deep in the core worlds. He soon found his place in the underbelly of the edge of the Works, near the Senate District. Being that is was so close to the Senate district it was still the place that a lot of star and air ships went for repairs. This was where Jesco took up residence.
Now there have been a few fights that Jesco has gotten into, all of which he was out numbered, but only one of which he lost. He learned that carrying a blaster pistol didn’t mean anything unless you were going to use it. Well, not necessarily use it, but be convincing enough that it might happen. Still, it seemed to Jesco that anytime a Jedi were anywhere near everyone kept to them and rarely did they confront them. If they did it usually only took a well executed glare to make them back down. Only once did he see a light saber drawn, and it was simply a new Padawan showing off. Still, he noticed the respect the actual Jedi Knights received. He noticed it well.
