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Character permission 2nd Character
Name: Anders Del’Fere
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 170lbs
Birth place: Corellia
Appearance:
Standing at an average height for a human, Anders body size is proportionate to his height, and can best be described as, wiry. He is very fit and muscled well enough without having over bearing muscle weight, from his bony, narrow shoulders, thin arms extend the amount of muscle on the thin limbs well defined, down to fine, long almost feminine hands. Anders narrow torso goes down to a thin waist, enough weight though to hide his ribs, and to give a defined six pack of washboard stomach. His long gangly legs are thick enough for his size and strong enough to propel him along at quite a fast pace if need be. With all this, it can be noted that his body is strangely hairless, or what hair there is, is so fine and light as to barely be seen.
His face is quite boyish and soft skinned, a pointed chin sits under a small, thin lipped mouth with crisp white teeth. Anders’ sharp eyes are a steel grey, with a hint of blue, thin dark brows rest above them and a small pointed nose. His hair is dark, almost black and generally has product through it making it stand in a spiked manner.
As befitting his role and position, Anders can just about always be found wearing a straight cut black suit, black leather shoes, a white shirt and white tie. On occasion he will wear a long black over coat, if weather or location required.
Personality:
The best way to describe Anders would be; a straight arrow. He is dedicated to his job and is rarely “off the clock”, even when not officially not working, his mind still ticks and absorbs his surroundings, taking in any information that might be relevant.
He has little to no sense of humour, his mind works in a logical manner, assessing situations as they come at him and addressing them as suiting the best outcome for first, his organization, then if need be, himself. On first encounter with Anders, he might seem dismissive or even downright rude, there is a slight lack of social skills on his part, but mostly it is just a very strong personal “shield”. That being said, once he knows and trusts someone he is likely to relax in their presence and lower his guard somewhat, once at that point, his logical observance can be seen as humorous, in a weird sort of way.
With his mindset as it is, Anders very much enjoys and excels at games of logic, among them his favourites Dejarik and chess, where he has even been known to give the odd Mon Calamari a close battle for the board. Though it should be noted that Anders never played for coin or other forms of profit, he absolutely abhors gambling.
With the cold logic of Anders, came a cold nature, he had the ability to be downright brutal when need be. If ordered or the situation required it, he would kill without hesitation. Mixed with his combat training, he was certainly not one to cross.
Occupation: CorSec Intelligence
Rank: Special Agent
Skills:
Melee Combatant: While not a specialist per-se, he has studied long and practices endlessly with blades of different types and styles, and in different styles, going so far as to obtain texts of basic Jedi forms and delving to their ways.
Stealth & Disguise: As more often than not required by his role, Anders has become adept at altering his appearance with superficial temporary changes and varying his dress if required to suit the mission.
Equipment:
Vibroblades: Secreted about his persons are 6 small vibroblades, ranging from three inches long to two seven inch long combat blades.
Vibrosword: A long double edged vibrosword, the plain non-descript hilt wrapped in leather.
CDEF Blaster Pistol A standard issue CorSec sidearm.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Bio:
Anders was born to a rather normal family, his mother, Sara, worked for the Corellian Engineering Corporation, a design analyst for vessel concepts, a well-paying job that along with his father’s earnings saw the family well off. The job had other perks too and also saw that the family was well equipped with the latest in interstellar and on-world transport.
The father of Anders, Major Thoman Del’Fere in the Corellian Security Force, in charge of a lead section for the Smuggling Interdiction Division, his section was involved in a more in depth investigation of smuggling rings attempting to access Corellia, which meant he was off-world a fair bit, sometimes undercover, other times leading assaults and co-ordinating with the CorSec Tactical Response Team to take down and board smuggler vessels in orbit or even on the odd occasion on other worlds, with the local government approval, of course.
When Anders was born, luckily, his father had managed to appoint an acting replacement for the section and get approval for some “rest and recuperation” time off to assist his heavily pregnant wife, whom had also been given the allowance of a maternity leave for exemplary service at the CEC. It was late evening when the contractions started, she was rushed to the med unit and before long, a little Anders was born into the galaxy, he was a big baby and healthy, passing all the medical checks with flying colours. After the little baby had been home for some weeks, the proud parents had a strange visit early one morning, a Jedi Master had come to call, dispatched when blood tests from the birth had shown reasonable levels of midi-chlorians, he only wished to see the baby to perform a couple of simple reaction tests and feel for himself the Force within the child, which after said examinations determined the child did have a Force sensitivity, but nothing remarkable. After a short chat with the parents over a tea, advising them of the option to have the child sent for Jedi training once old enough, but only at their discretion, he wished the family well and departed.
The first several years passed fairly quickly, it was only a month before Thoman was recalled back to work, a smuggling ring was about to be broken and his expertise was required, it was likely to keep him from his home and family for a few months. Over the next six months his father was away periodically and his income sufficient to allow Sara to remain at home with the young Anders for some time. The child was walking before he was one and before nineteen months he was talking and putting sentences together.
At four years old Anders had started to prove himself as being somewhat smarter than a child his age should be, reading, writing and solving mathematical problems that would normally trouble a seven year old. This prompted his parents to send him to a specialist to determine if he was indeed smarter than would be deemed normal, after a few tests they knew for certain that their child was one smart cookie, but they also discovered, he lacked elementary social skills that a child his age should have. It was decided he would attend a top class school for advanced students, his father’s ranking in the CorSec allowing him to “pull some strings” to make it so, and with the school his talents would be best nurtured.
When school term finished for the year on grade two, Anders was six years old and stood at the top of his class, he had studied at advanced levels, even for a school of gifted students. Concepts of mathematics, and astro-sciences that the other children were only just getting the hang of, on top of this he had taken part in martial arts training, as he had one day asked his father to “teach him how to stop bad guys”, while Thoman had no problems showing the little Anders some basic moves, it was evident he would need clear instruction from a tutor experienced in handling children, and not just any children, Anders’ Force sensitivity had begun to show, he moved in ways his father had never seen and was often able to pre-empt his next move.
Finding a combat tutor for this situation was difficult, but in the end they found one, a Twi’Lek by name of Ryuoka, claimed he did not join with the Jedi for his skills with the Force were limited, and instead thought he could better serve by doing just this, training those with some small Force ability that parents did not wish to send to the Jedi for training.
School progressed as expected for Anders, he aced just about every test or exam put before him, as an individual, when it came to group exercises or pairing for assignments, the teachers had to basically force a partner upon him, though it was not always forcing the young boy, usually it was the other child. There was one though, eventually, that chose freely to partner with the young Anders.
The young girl, by name of Leanne, was a determined soul and while not quite as intelligent as Anders, she certainly made up for it with her social attitude, she had made it her mission to break through and become his friend, and then show him how to actually interact with others. It was going to be tough. Still, when they worked together, Leanne’s pattern of thoughts was so different to Anders, it often meant the pair had even higher results, by seeing any given task on two completely different levels. Anders was certainly intrigued by the girl, he would never have thought that one of his peers could be teaching him something, while they did start by just learning from each other the ways to address the many situations they faced, eventually Anders started to visibly relax when in the presence of Leanne.
The lad found himself freely smiling as they spoke, if she touched him it was welcome and he no longer shied away from her, he even laughed on occasion at a what he saw to be a humorous remark on her behalf, and in his own time and way, made what he thought were jokes, while no one else that might have heard it laughed, Leanne did share in his mirth.
Between his studies, assignments and spending time with his only friend, Anders was a dedicated pupil of Master Ryuoka, every evening but two during a week he attended training classes with what he can come to refer to as his Master, while the two had not so much bonded on a personal level, they held a deep respect for one another. They primarily practiced combat with bladed weapons, long swords, combat knifes of varying sizes, wrist blades, and the like, Anders was also taught in the ways of unarmed combat, as can be a common situation.
Though they not only studied with weaponry, but Master Ryouka having experience in the Force, and having been trained himself by his Master, who was much as he is now teaching those with Force abilities who did not go to the Jedi, he gave Anders lessons in the Force, they found his skills were limited and centred mainly around his ability to Sense through the Force and to allow the flow of Force through his body, these both assisted greatly in his combat training. The lads abilities with being able to Sense through the Force was what interested Master Ryuoka though, through hours of deep meditation and focus, they found the boy had the ability to see the future, at first it was only minutes or hours, then it became days, before long the boy was seeing even weeks into the future, but this was just of what might become of his own path and as any vision is, was full of hidden meanings and possibilities.
It wasn’t until a couple of years after that Anders introduced Leanne to Master Ryuoka, the girl had been staying with Anders and his family while her own parents were off world, she had pleaded with him to allow her to come and watch his training with his Master, grudgingly he allowed her, this had always been a valued “break” time for Anders, away from all other distractions in his life, able to focus on one thing, his training. It was during a meditation session, practicing on the boys Force Sense ability, where by now he was able to see visions that would have to be at least a year into the future, but more often than not, it was foggy, so they practiced on short term visions and clarity of the event, and something out of the ordinary happened, Anders had a vision, vivid and stark, of Leanne.
It was an overcast day, as was normal on Corellia, Leanne and Anders walked along a promenade on their way to their class, they were discussing their latest assignment and how best to approach it.
Up ahead there in the crowd there was a disturbance occurring, a group of men dressed head to toe in black, carrying guns, pushing through and over other people, coming straight towards them when suddenly there was a great *BooM* and an explosion of flames and smoke out the side of one of the buildings. The crowd of people turned and surged towards them.
Anders grabbed Leanne by the arm and they took off at a dash before the crowd, then out of an alley not far in front of them burst a team of CorSec, looked to be Special Ops, Leanne was panting and looked frantic, Anders looked for another route off the promenade, then he heard the shots fire, it came from behind them, the terrorists, he felt a weight on his arm pull him down and turned to look at Leanne. She was on the ground, gasping, there was blood pooling, shots were still being fired between the CorSec and terrorists, he dropped to his knees and watched as his only real friend died.
Anders snapped out of the meditative state in a sudden panic and looked immediately for Leanne, she was still sitting there, in her same position, peacefully smiling at him. Master Ryuoka on the other hand, had witnessed the vision with him and was almost as shaken as his young pupil, after a quick word in private, Master and student decided it was best to not tell the girl, but they would investigate the vision further and be wary of its message. Though no matter how much they tried, Anders could not replicate the vision, nor experienced it or any other like it and returned to only being able to see his own short term future.
It was another few years, Anders was now thirteen, almost fourteen, he had graduated school at the top of his class, progressing at a level that far surpassed his age, it was time for him to be deciding on the next step in his life. Leanne, still his only friend, and still alive as the vision had not come to pass but weighted on Anders mind constantly, she had decided with her parents persuasion to attend the University of Coruscant, Anders had every intention of joining her, he liked the idea of living on Coruscant, he’d heard fantastical things of the planet.
A pretty miserable day heralded more unpleasant news for Anders, his father came to inform him, the plans they had made for Thoman to make the trip to Coruscant with Anders and see him settled into a new place, had been cancelled, his father had been called away for a classified mission, which was not uncommon. Sarah put forward a request to have the time away, but that also was denied, there were more important tasks for her at the time.
So instead it had been planned, Anders would depart with Leanne for Coruscant, as both had been accepted into the University, but they would be accompanied by Master Ryuoka, this would provide protection for the pair and allow Anders to continue his tutelage under him. That was the plan.
It all happened at once. Anders and Leanne, now past fifteen, were making one final trip to their old classes on Corellia, they had some papers to be signed before making the journey to Coruscant, they were idly chatting about how full on the instructor they were going to see had been in his selection of assignments. Up ahead there was a commotion, Anders had a brief flash of light and memory before his eyes and nearly tripped, then came the explosion, another flash followed, he grabbed Leanne by the arm and took off back the way they had come, he had to get her off the promenade they were about to pass an alley way when a squad of heavily armed guards burst out and blocked their path, telling them to halt, another flash of memory, then came the gunshots and the weight on his arm, he didn’t want to look down, the CorSec before him screamed for him to drop, he followed their order and hit the ground next to his dying friend, they opened fire on the terrorists.
The terrorists refused to lay down their arms and were slain to a man, identified as Rebel CorSec, unfortunately Leanne was not the only civilian causality. Anders did not attend the funeral rites for his friend, instead he entered seclusion. Master Ryuoka took him to a secure location and swore to not reveal it to anyone, until Anders was ready, he relied upon a droid with no programming but to bring meals and water and then depart. Anders was there to meditate upon how he missed the signs and how his sense abilities had failed him, he remained there for a very long time, months passed, perhaps even a year, yet all he could see was that of his own future.
At some point the lad realised the futility of attempting to delve into the past and seek answers in the future, he exited his seclusion and waited in the apartment for his Master to return. He waited for several days until he was finally greeted by his old Master, the man looked as if he had aged considerably since Anders had last seen him, and he wondered truly just how long he had been in there. The older man greeted the lad, told him he had been in there about eight months, making him almost sixteen now, when Anders asked questions of his Master of how things fared in the time of his seclusion he did not get an answer, instead he was just told he needed to go with his Master, immediately.
They returned to Anders home, upon arrival he could sense something was very wrong, he began to wonder if he truly should have exited his seclusion. Entering his home, he saw his mother sitting along on an arm chair, she too looked to have aged greatly in a short time, sunken dark eyes, ragged hair, old clothes like she hadn’t changed or bathed in some time, as Anders walked over to her and she looked up at him, he knew what was wrong, where was Thoman, where was his father.
It turned out, Thoman had returned from his mission to hear the news of the terrorist attack, his son gone, and the girl dead. No one would tell him where Anders had secreted himself away, even after putting a pistol to Ryuoka’s head, the Twi’Lek opened his arms and refused to break his bond with his student. Angered beyond belief, Thoman had sought out the group responsible for the attacks, intelligence reported the group had a base on a small island, gathering a squad of his most elite troops and calling support from CorSec Special Ops. He lead the assault on the island, though his intel was slightly wrong, the enemy were prepared for him and had greater numbers than anticipated. While he did manage to take down several terrorists, he was cut down by unexpected heavy weapons fire, they terrorist cell was eliminated but at a higher cost than CorSec would have liked, Thoman wasn’t the only officer to lose their life that day.
As Sara explained what had occurred he boy was filled with conflicting emotions, anger was a major one, anger at his father for going off like that and getting killed, he should have known better, anger at his master for not breaking his seclusion when his mother clearly needed him, anger at the terrorists that had not only taken his only friend, but now his father too. Most clearly though was anger at himself, and guilt, for being so selfish to think he could go into seclusion when others would have need of him, and anger for while being in seclusion, not seeing what might have happened with his father.
That day changed everything, he decided he would not be leaving Corellia, at least not yet, instead he would enter the CorSec Academy, he would take after his father and protect people from what he has had to go through.
The academy accepted Anders with open arms, the son of a distinguished Major whom had given up acceptance into the University of Coruscant to join them, they saw the value of his presence straight away. He was assigned classes, though it was clear they would not be difficult for the lad, the academy was designed to train recruits and determine in what capacity they might best serve CorSec. He began training with blasters of varying types and while he was adept and a good shot, it was clear his skill was in melee combat, unarmed to a point, but his prior training with blades and hand weapons gave him the edge, he was at the top levels of his combat classes, with only a few of the older students and teachers being able to best him.
Anders still chose continue his training with Master Ryuoka, whom had somehow acquired copies of basic Jedi combat forms, after feeling that this was the only next step for Anders to improve his combat techniques. Ryuoka had stayed close to Anders family too, becoming a confidant and companion to Sara, though to his knowledge it never become more than that. After what happened to Leanne and the grief Anders felt, he deigned to never get that close to another again, while he did have acquaintances at the academy, he did not have any friends, and if one were to ask his mother and Master, the lad had reverted back to how he was prior to meeting the girl, Leanne.
In the several years that passed, Anders graduated from the academy, with a distinction for his knowledge and theory classes, and a combat commendation for finishing in the top five of his arms classes. He was placed in the standard CorSec Corps, as all were initially, he completed a year of service, performing mundane tasks and paperwork, but knowing that it was a formality that would lead to a better appointment got him through. Upon returning to the station one evening where his duty was allocated, Anders was called into his superiors office, there were two others in there with him, a young girl not much older than Anders twenty one years, wearing simple civilian attire and an older man wearing a black suit with long dark trench coat. Anders was directed to sit, he was told by his commander that his time in the Corps was at an end, and that these two were from CorSec Intelligence, he would be going with them.
[[[FROM TIME OF JOINING CORSEC INTEL TO PRESENT IS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]]]
Of the two that came to retrieve Anders, you younger girl would turn out to be his partner, though Anders suspected she was there more to watch him than assist him and the older man was his handler.
He was taken to another location, a plain looking building with plenty of what looked to be ordinary people coming and going for work. After a few swipe cards and eventually a security checkpoint, Ander was taken to a small blank room, and left to sit there for what seemed to be hours with nothing but a flickering light. Eventually he was joined by two humans, the older man again and another older woman, the older fellow introduced himself as Burrich, the woman though merely stood in the corner of the room quietly and observed. It seemed this could be thought of as a formal interview for the position, but in reality it was more of an interrogation, in any case Anders was far from phased, he answered all the questions unblinkingly, from his experiences in the CorSec Corps, to his family life, all the way back to childhood and most painfully in depth details of his friend Leanne’s death and that of the loss of his father.
After supposedly passing the interview, there were a few other tests, physicals and fitness, psychological exam, weapons and combat capabilities, once through these Anders was taken back to Burrich, again in another small room and again the woman was standing in the corner of the room. It was explained to Anders that Burrich would be his handler, this meant he had passed the tests, he’d be paired up with a partner and would being on assignment immediately, he was to meet with this partner on New Plympto in the city of Phemiss, there she would have instructions already for how to proceed.
The journey to Phemiss was short, he was sent on a public transport to not arouse suspicion, he would be equipped and armed once he met with his new partner. He went to the instructed cantina and waited, for a cantina it was quite a pleasant place, he even found a Dejarik table and stepped up to challenge a local that was holding a “winners seat” after having apparently beaten several others, Anders was pretty sure he could beat his opposition, but thought better of the attention and while he waited allowed himself to be beaten. By the time the game was over he realised he was being watched, from what he could tell across the room from the corner of his eye, it was the same girl he first met at the CorSec Station with Burrich, he shook hands with his opponent, respectfully declined a rematch and headed over to it at the table with the girl. They exchanged specific pleasantries and after enjoying a drink together and began talking of general news as old friends would, after a short time they stood and left the cantina.
They ended up back at a rundown old apartment where she properly introduced herself as Illiana, nothing more, nothing less. They went over the assignment, which was pretty simple; find out when a certain smuggling ring was going to import a shipment of narcotics to Corellia and observe, no action was to be taken against the group, report back to their handler when they had all the information needed and the rest would be left up to CorSec main to handle. But sometimes things do not always go according to plan.
The pair spent just over nine months first observing, and making discreet inquiries of the group, next they moved on to setting up small bits of work that might interest some smaller part of the ring, as a way to get one of them on the inside. Eventually Anders worked his way into the ring it was easy enough to get a hand in by acting as a liaison between the artificial group represented by Illiana and this part of the ring, his position allowed him to attend meetings with what were referred to as the lieutenants for this section. At first the information was trivial, and more focused on what his group had to offer and brought to the table, then as they became more trusting after Anders and Illiana provided several shipments of hard to get ingredients for the production of narcotics, which were laced with a tracer that CorSec would be able to identify, the lieutenants involved Anders in meetings with higher ranking members of the group, this finally led to the information the pair were seeking.
It was some days before the Anders had the chance to speak with Illiana, as he was now considered more as one of the ring than his former association, but after a couple of weeks they sent Anders to meet with his contact to arrange more ingredients, so more could be made to enhance the shipment to Corellia. When Anders arrived at the agreed meeting place he immediately sensed something was wrong, he reached out through the Force, something was wrong with Illiana, he proceeded into the apartment cautiously, and as he entered he started drawing a small part of the Force into himself and feeling it flow through his limbs.
Across the room he could see his partner was tied to a chair, there were two from the ring he had seen before standing behind her, one held a pistol, the other held a knife with its blade resting on her shoulder facing her neck, there were two others also in the room, one standing to the left of the room held a blaster pistol and the other on the right, casually leaning against the wall, was one of the lieutenants, he appeared to be unarmed. Anders stepped into the room and did not hesitate, he already had a blade in each hand and with a quick flick of his wrists sent them flying across the room, before the two standing on either side of Illiana could react they had each taken a blade to the throat and were sent sprawling to the floor. No sooner had the blades left Anders’ hands as he dodged down under a blaster shot he had pre-empted from his left and stepped towards the guard with the pistol, he fluently drew another longer combat knife from his belt and in one swift motion, and accuracy of years of practice, drove the blade into the man’s heart. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the lieutenant had drawn a long blade, looked to be a vibrosword and was taking a step towards Illiana, still tied helpless to the chair, Anders urged the Force to flow through him and with a burst of speed, drew his own sword, strode across the room and parried the lieutenants swing away from his partner.
With that final burst of speed Anders could feel his hold on the Force within his body tiring, the lieutenant had taken several paces back, a concerned look on his face as he assessed Anders and what had just occurred. Anders took that moment to release his hold on the Force through his body, slowly it trickled away, he felt tired and a little dizzy, but managed to keep his mind focused, he was going to have to deal with this last one on his own.
As they squared off he could tell the lieutenant had figured out something had changed in Anders, he man had begun to grin smugly, that would soon be changed. Anders lashed out with a quick series of light blows, aimed at the shoulders, torso and head, designed to make his opponent retreat and defend. But Anders was surprised to find his opponent ready, he blocked each attack and as Anders neared the end of the sequence the lieutenant parried and counter attacked, a strike low to Anders legs that forced him to retreat and suddenly have to block an attack high at his head. His opponent was almost as well trained as he was, almost, Anders caught the blow on his blade and pushed it down and to the left and pressure back at the man, forcing him off balance, Anders quickly followed through with a right elbow to his opponents jaw, knocking him to his knees and dazing him, not waiting for a reaction, Anders quickly brought his blade up and across his opponents throat, ending his existence.
They immediately made their way off world and back to Corellia to report the date and what had occurred. After reporting to their seniors, they were split up, intense interrogation were carried out for what seemed to be days, Anders answered and repeated his answers until his superiors were satisfied. As it turns out, Illiana was not who she appeared to be, and had not anticipated Anders being able to free her, he was supposed to die, she would have reported it as his misstep and she would have continued to provide CorSec sponsored narcotic ingredients to the ring until they had enough and she provided her superiors with a fake date and information on the ring that would lead nowhere, Illiana would have made a hefty cut, enough to disappear and live a good life. Anders never saw her again.
As Anders had somehow foiled this scheme, but had not actually retrieved any real information from the ring, it was a sticky situation, his superiors did not want to discipline him, but then they had to do something apart from just letting him off. He was restricted for up to a year to only Corellia, no off world travel was allowed, he would be shadowed and heavily monitored, he would serve as a paper pusher and a combat trainer for the CorSec Academy, putting his superb melee abilities to good use.
RP Sample:
The dingy cantina was crowded with patrons, surprising for such a back water hole on this side of Molavar, the room had a haze of smoke and its poor lighting made it a little difficult to identify people, but on the flip side it made it easier to hide unnoticed.
Anders sat in a corner at a table not far from the door, on his own, the wide brim of his had pulled down slightly to cover his face from those standing around him, though he was still able to see out from under it easily enough. He had tracked the informant to this location, after shaking down several others to be able to pinpoint him. He’d been roughing up and interrogating all sorts trying to get information on the mob of smugglers that had taken a certain cargo.
It had been only a few weeks since he’d almost been identified Iktotch, he had decided to ditch his ship at his first stop where he started on this damned informants trail and “acquire” another, smaller vessel, a fighter of some kind so he’d be able to slip around unnoticed that much easier.
There was a disturbance over by the bar that snapped Anders out of his reverie, it was his mark, the informant had been involved in some sort of scuffle and was being escorted out of the premises, he decided it was time, he stood and slipped quickly through the crowd, out of the door and into an alley across the street to hide in the shadows. Moments later the informant was tossed unceremoniously out the door by a hulking Wookie, to land on his hands and knees, the Wookie bellowed at him and watched as the man stood and stalked off down the street. Once the Wookie disappeared back inside, Anders stepped from the alley and quickly, but quietly took off after the man. As the informant approached another alley, Anders dashed up to him and with a quick yank on the drunkard’s collar, he was tossed into the alley.
Anders followed him quickly into the alley, the informant was in a daze and slowly getting himself to his feet, Anders strode up to the informant and kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him back to the floor, gasping for air. He looked the man over, a scrawny human, about the same height as himself, with pasty white skin, his short dark hair plastered to his head with sweat, the man absolutely stank. Still, Anders pushed the man onto his back with his boot and stood on his chest with one foot, he leant on his knee and bent down close to the man and tipped back his hat, so he could better see man’s face.
“Listen to me you turd? I know you are the one who was hired to keep a certain special cargo safe…” He reached down and gave the man a light slap in the face, “Listen you cretin, you’ll tell me where it went!”
The man started to laugh, coughing a little, Anders leant back from the man, “I remember… I remember… You’ll not get it… Taken… By pirates… Some Hutt... Kintan... ” He continued his laughing and coughing fit, Anders cursed silently to himself, his frustration growing as the man kept laughing.
Anders stood and gave the man a swift kick to the side of the head, rendering him unconscious, thankful the laughing had stopped. He’d have to end him, he had seen Anders face and knew what he was looking for, no loose ends was what he was always taught.
Anders took a small blade from his belt, he knew where to strike for a quick and quiet kill, he suddenly slipped the blade between the man’s ribs and into his heart, giving it a quick twist, the informant opened its eyes and coughed suddenly, Anders narrowly avoiding the majority of bloody spray before the dead man’s head dropped back to the ground. He withdrew his blade, tore away some of the informant’s shirt, wiped away the few flecks of blood that had landed on his jacket, cleaned his blade before putting it back in its sheath and left the body.
He’d have to pick up the trail elsewhere, but he knew it was pirates and a Hutt on Kintan that had the goods. He decided to head back towards the cantina, thinking to have a drink and calm his thoughts.
Character permission 2nd Character
Name: Anders Del’Fere
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 170lbs
Birth place: Corellia
Appearance:
Standing at an average height for a human, Anders body size is proportionate to his height, and can best be described as, wiry. He is very fit and muscled well enough without having over bearing muscle weight, from his bony, narrow shoulders, thin arms extend the amount of muscle on the thin limbs well defined, down to fine, long almost feminine hands. Anders narrow torso goes down to a thin waist, enough weight though to hide his ribs, and to give a defined six pack of washboard stomach. His long gangly legs are thick enough for his size and strong enough to propel him along at quite a fast pace if need be. With all this, it can be noted that his body is strangely hairless, or what hair there is, is so fine and light as to barely be seen.
His face is quite boyish and soft skinned, a pointed chin sits under a small, thin lipped mouth with crisp white teeth. Anders’ sharp eyes are a steel grey, with a hint of blue, thin dark brows rest above them and a small pointed nose. His hair is dark, almost black and generally has product through it making it stand in a spiked manner.
As befitting his role and position, Anders can just about always be found wearing a straight cut black suit, black leather shoes, a white shirt and white tie. On occasion he will wear a long black over coat, if weather or location required.
Personality:
The best way to describe Anders would be; a straight arrow. He is dedicated to his job and is rarely “off the clock”, even when not officially not working, his mind still ticks and absorbs his surroundings, taking in any information that might be relevant.
He has little to no sense of humour, his mind works in a logical manner, assessing situations as they come at him and addressing them as suiting the best outcome for first, his organization, then if need be, himself. On first encounter with Anders, he might seem dismissive or even downright rude, there is a slight lack of social skills on his part, but mostly it is just a very strong personal “shield”. That being said, once he knows and trusts someone he is likely to relax in their presence and lower his guard somewhat, once at that point, his logical observance can be seen as humorous, in a weird sort of way.
With his mindset as it is, Anders very much enjoys and excels at games of logic, among them his favourites Dejarik and chess, where he has even been known to give the odd Mon Calamari a close battle for the board. Though it should be noted that Anders never played for coin or other forms of profit, he absolutely abhors gambling.
With the cold logic of Anders, came a cold nature, he had the ability to be downright brutal when need be. If ordered or the situation required it, he would kill without hesitation. Mixed with his combat training, he was certainly not one to cross.
Occupation: CorSec Intelligence
Rank: Special Agent
Skills:
Melee Combatant: While not a specialist per-se, he has studied long and practices endlessly with blades of different types and styles, and in different styles, going so far as to obtain texts of basic Jedi forms and delving to their ways.
Stealth & Disguise: As more often than not required by his role, Anders has become adept at altering his appearance with superficial temporary changes and varying his dress if required to suit the mission.
Equipment:
Vibroblades: Secreted about his persons are 6 small vibroblades, ranging from three inches long to two seven inch long combat blades.
Vibrosword: A long double edged vibrosword, the plain non-descript hilt wrapped in leather.
CDEF Blaster Pistol A standard issue CorSec sidearm.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 1
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Bio:
Birth and Young Times
0 – 6
0 – 6
Anders was born to a rather normal family, his mother, Sara, worked for the Corellian Engineering Corporation, a design analyst for vessel concepts, a well-paying job that along with his father’s earnings saw the family well off. The job had other perks too and also saw that the family was well equipped with the latest in interstellar and on-world transport.
The father of Anders, Major Thoman Del’Fere in the Corellian Security Force, in charge of a lead section for the Smuggling Interdiction Division, his section was involved in a more in depth investigation of smuggling rings attempting to access Corellia, which meant he was off-world a fair bit, sometimes undercover, other times leading assaults and co-ordinating with the CorSec Tactical Response Team to take down and board smuggler vessels in orbit or even on the odd occasion on other worlds, with the local government approval, of course.
When Anders was born, luckily, his father had managed to appoint an acting replacement for the section and get approval for some “rest and recuperation” time off to assist his heavily pregnant wife, whom had also been given the allowance of a maternity leave for exemplary service at the CEC. It was late evening when the contractions started, she was rushed to the med unit and before long, a little Anders was born into the galaxy, he was a big baby and healthy, passing all the medical checks with flying colours. After the little baby had been home for some weeks, the proud parents had a strange visit early one morning, a Jedi Master had come to call, dispatched when blood tests from the birth had shown reasonable levels of midi-chlorians, he only wished to see the baby to perform a couple of simple reaction tests and feel for himself the Force within the child, which after said examinations determined the child did have a Force sensitivity, but nothing remarkable. After a short chat with the parents over a tea, advising them of the option to have the child sent for Jedi training once old enough, but only at their discretion, he wished the family well and departed.
The first several years passed fairly quickly, it was only a month before Thoman was recalled back to work, a smuggling ring was about to be broken and his expertise was required, it was likely to keep him from his home and family for a few months. Over the next six months his father was away periodically and his income sufficient to allow Sara to remain at home with the young Anders for some time. The child was walking before he was one and before nineteen months he was talking and putting sentences together.
At four years old Anders had started to prove himself as being somewhat smarter than a child his age should be, reading, writing and solving mathematical problems that would normally trouble a seven year old. This prompted his parents to send him to a specialist to determine if he was indeed smarter than would be deemed normal, after a few tests they knew for certain that their child was one smart cookie, but they also discovered, he lacked elementary social skills that a child his age should have. It was decided he would attend a top class school for advanced students, his father’s ranking in the CorSec allowing him to “pull some strings” to make it so, and with the school his talents would be best nurtured.
When school term finished for the year on grade two, Anders was six years old and stood at the top of his class, he had studied at advanced levels, even for a school of gifted students. Concepts of mathematics, and astro-sciences that the other children were only just getting the hang of, on top of this he had taken part in martial arts training, as he had one day asked his father to “teach him how to stop bad guys”, while Thoman had no problems showing the little Anders some basic moves, it was evident he would need clear instruction from a tutor experienced in handling children, and not just any children, Anders’ Force sensitivity had begun to show, he moved in ways his father had never seen and was often able to pre-empt his next move.
Finding a combat tutor for this situation was difficult, but in the end they found one, a Twi’Lek by name of Ryuoka, claimed he did not join with the Jedi for his skills with the Force were limited, and instead thought he could better serve by doing just this, training those with some small Force ability that parents did not wish to send to the Jedi for training.
Battles of the Mind, Spirit, Body
7 – 14
7 – 14
School progressed as expected for Anders, he aced just about every test or exam put before him, as an individual, when it came to group exercises or pairing for assignments, the teachers had to basically force a partner upon him, though it was not always forcing the young boy, usually it was the other child. There was one though, eventually, that chose freely to partner with the young Anders.
The young girl, by name of Leanne, was a determined soul and while not quite as intelligent as Anders, she certainly made up for it with her social attitude, she had made it her mission to break through and become his friend, and then show him how to actually interact with others. It was going to be tough. Still, when they worked together, Leanne’s pattern of thoughts was so different to Anders, it often meant the pair had even higher results, by seeing any given task on two completely different levels. Anders was certainly intrigued by the girl, he would never have thought that one of his peers could be teaching him something, while they did start by just learning from each other the ways to address the many situations they faced, eventually Anders started to visibly relax when in the presence of Leanne.
The lad found himself freely smiling as they spoke, if she touched him it was welcome and he no longer shied away from her, he even laughed on occasion at a what he saw to be a humorous remark on her behalf, and in his own time and way, made what he thought were jokes, while no one else that might have heard it laughed, Leanne did share in his mirth.
Between his studies, assignments and spending time with his only friend, Anders was a dedicated pupil of Master Ryuoka, every evening but two during a week he attended training classes with what he can come to refer to as his Master, while the two had not so much bonded on a personal level, they held a deep respect for one another. They primarily practiced combat with bladed weapons, long swords, combat knifes of varying sizes, wrist blades, and the like, Anders was also taught in the ways of unarmed combat, as can be a common situation.
Though they not only studied with weaponry, but Master Ryouka having experience in the Force, and having been trained himself by his Master, who was much as he is now teaching those with Force abilities who did not go to the Jedi, he gave Anders lessons in the Force, they found his skills were limited and centred mainly around his ability to Sense through the Force and to allow the flow of Force through his body, these both assisted greatly in his combat training. The lads abilities with being able to Sense through the Force was what interested Master Ryuoka though, through hours of deep meditation and focus, they found the boy had the ability to see the future, at first it was only minutes or hours, then it became days, before long the boy was seeing even weeks into the future, but this was just of what might become of his own path and as any vision is, was full of hidden meanings and possibilities.
It wasn’t until a couple of years after that Anders introduced Leanne to Master Ryuoka, the girl had been staying with Anders and his family while her own parents were off world, she had pleaded with him to allow her to come and watch his training with his Master, grudgingly he allowed her, this had always been a valued “break” time for Anders, away from all other distractions in his life, able to focus on one thing, his training. It was during a meditation session, practicing on the boys Force Sense ability, where by now he was able to see visions that would have to be at least a year into the future, but more often than not, it was foggy, so they practiced on short term visions and clarity of the event, and something out of the ordinary happened, Anders had a vision, vivid and stark, of Leanne.
It was an overcast day, as was normal on Corellia, Leanne and Anders walked along a promenade on their way to their class, they were discussing their latest assignment and how best to approach it.
Up ahead there in the crowd there was a disturbance occurring, a group of men dressed head to toe in black, carrying guns, pushing through and over other people, coming straight towards them when suddenly there was a great *BooM* and an explosion of flames and smoke out the side of one of the buildings. The crowd of people turned and surged towards them.
Anders grabbed Leanne by the arm and they took off at a dash before the crowd, then out of an alley not far in front of them burst a team of CorSec, looked to be Special Ops, Leanne was panting and looked frantic, Anders looked for another route off the promenade, then he heard the shots fire, it came from behind them, the terrorists, he felt a weight on his arm pull him down and turned to look at Leanne. She was on the ground, gasping, there was blood pooling, shots were still being fired between the CorSec and terrorists, he dropped to his knees and watched as his only real friend died.
Anders snapped out of the meditative state in a sudden panic and looked immediately for Leanne, she was still sitting there, in her same position, peacefully smiling at him. Master Ryuoka on the other hand, had witnessed the vision with him and was almost as shaken as his young pupil, after a quick word in private, Master and student decided it was best to not tell the girl, but they would investigate the vision further and be wary of its message. Though no matter how much they tried, Anders could not replicate the vision, nor experienced it or any other like it and returned to only being able to see his own short term future.
It was another few years, Anders was now thirteen, almost fourteen, he had graduated school at the top of his class, progressing at a level that far surpassed his age, it was time for him to be deciding on the next step in his life. Leanne, still his only friend, and still alive as the vision had not come to pass but weighted on Anders mind constantly, she had decided with her parents persuasion to attend the University of Coruscant, Anders had every intention of joining her, he liked the idea of living on Coruscant, he’d heard fantastical things of the planet.
Seer caught unawares
15 - 25
15 - 25
A pretty miserable day heralded more unpleasant news for Anders, his father came to inform him, the plans they had made for Thoman to make the trip to Coruscant with Anders and see him settled into a new place, had been cancelled, his father had been called away for a classified mission, which was not uncommon. Sarah put forward a request to have the time away, but that also was denied, there were more important tasks for her at the time.
So instead it had been planned, Anders would depart with Leanne for Coruscant, as both had been accepted into the University, but they would be accompanied by Master Ryuoka, this would provide protection for the pair and allow Anders to continue his tutelage under him. That was the plan.
It all happened at once. Anders and Leanne, now past fifteen, were making one final trip to their old classes on Corellia, they had some papers to be signed before making the journey to Coruscant, they were idly chatting about how full on the instructor they were going to see had been in his selection of assignments. Up ahead there was a commotion, Anders had a brief flash of light and memory before his eyes and nearly tripped, then came the explosion, another flash followed, he grabbed Leanne by the arm and took off back the way they had come, he had to get her off the promenade they were about to pass an alley way when a squad of heavily armed guards burst out and blocked their path, telling them to halt, another flash of memory, then came the gunshots and the weight on his arm, he didn’t want to look down, the CorSec before him screamed for him to drop, he followed their order and hit the ground next to his dying friend, they opened fire on the terrorists.
The terrorists refused to lay down their arms and were slain to a man, identified as Rebel CorSec, unfortunately Leanne was not the only civilian causality. Anders did not attend the funeral rites for his friend, instead he entered seclusion. Master Ryuoka took him to a secure location and swore to not reveal it to anyone, until Anders was ready, he relied upon a droid with no programming but to bring meals and water and then depart. Anders was there to meditate upon how he missed the signs and how his sense abilities had failed him, he remained there for a very long time, months passed, perhaps even a year, yet all he could see was that of his own future.
At some point the lad realised the futility of attempting to delve into the past and seek answers in the future, he exited his seclusion and waited in the apartment for his Master to return. He waited for several days until he was finally greeted by his old Master, the man looked as if he had aged considerably since Anders had last seen him, and he wondered truly just how long he had been in there. The older man greeted the lad, told him he had been in there about eight months, making him almost sixteen now, when Anders asked questions of his Master of how things fared in the time of his seclusion he did not get an answer, instead he was just told he needed to go with his Master, immediately.
They returned to Anders home, upon arrival he could sense something was very wrong, he began to wonder if he truly should have exited his seclusion. Entering his home, he saw his mother sitting along on an arm chair, she too looked to have aged greatly in a short time, sunken dark eyes, ragged hair, old clothes like she hadn’t changed or bathed in some time, as Anders walked over to her and she looked up at him, he knew what was wrong, where was Thoman, where was his father.
It turned out, Thoman had returned from his mission to hear the news of the terrorist attack, his son gone, and the girl dead. No one would tell him where Anders had secreted himself away, even after putting a pistol to Ryuoka’s head, the Twi’Lek opened his arms and refused to break his bond with his student. Angered beyond belief, Thoman had sought out the group responsible for the attacks, intelligence reported the group had a base on a small island, gathering a squad of his most elite troops and calling support from CorSec Special Ops. He lead the assault on the island, though his intel was slightly wrong, the enemy were prepared for him and had greater numbers than anticipated. While he did manage to take down several terrorists, he was cut down by unexpected heavy weapons fire, they terrorist cell was eliminated but at a higher cost than CorSec would have liked, Thoman wasn’t the only officer to lose their life that day.
As Sara explained what had occurred he boy was filled with conflicting emotions, anger was a major one, anger at his father for going off like that and getting killed, he should have known better, anger at his master for not breaking his seclusion when his mother clearly needed him, anger at the terrorists that had not only taken his only friend, but now his father too. Most clearly though was anger at himself, and guilt, for being so selfish to think he could go into seclusion when others would have need of him, and anger for while being in seclusion, not seeing what might have happened with his father.
That day changed everything, he decided he would not be leaving Corellia, at least not yet, instead he would enter the CorSec Academy, he would take after his father and protect people from what he has had to go through.
The academy accepted Anders with open arms, the son of a distinguished Major whom had given up acceptance into the University of Coruscant to join them, they saw the value of his presence straight away. He was assigned classes, though it was clear they would not be difficult for the lad, the academy was designed to train recruits and determine in what capacity they might best serve CorSec. He began training with blasters of varying types and while he was adept and a good shot, it was clear his skill was in melee combat, unarmed to a point, but his prior training with blades and hand weapons gave him the edge, he was at the top levels of his combat classes, with only a few of the older students and teachers being able to best him.
Anders still chose continue his training with Master Ryuoka, whom had somehow acquired copies of basic Jedi combat forms, after feeling that this was the only next step for Anders to improve his combat techniques. Ryuoka had stayed close to Anders family too, becoming a confidant and companion to Sara, though to his knowledge it never become more than that. After what happened to Leanne and the grief Anders felt, he deigned to never get that close to another again, while he did have acquaintances at the academy, he did not have any friends, and if one were to ask his mother and Master, the lad had reverted back to how he was prior to meeting the girl, Leanne.
In the several years that passed, Anders graduated from the academy, with a distinction for his knowledge and theory classes, and a combat commendation for finishing in the top five of his arms classes. He was placed in the standard CorSec Corps, as all were initially, he completed a year of service, performing mundane tasks and paperwork, but knowing that it was a formality that would lead to a better appointment got him through. Upon returning to the station one evening where his duty was allocated, Anders was called into his superiors office, there were two others in there with him, a young girl not much older than Anders twenty one years, wearing simple civilian attire and an older man wearing a black suit with long dark trench coat. Anders was directed to sit, he was told by his commander that his time in the Corps was at an end, and that these two were from CorSec Intelligence, he would be going with them.
[[[FROM TIME OF JOINING CORSEC INTEL TO PRESENT IS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]]]
Of the two that came to retrieve Anders, you younger girl would turn out to be his partner, though Anders suspected she was there more to watch him than assist him and the older man was his handler.
He was taken to another location, a plain looking building with plenty of what looked to be ordinary people coming and going for work. After a few swipe cards and eventually a security checkpoint, Ander was taken to a small blank room, and left to sit there for what seemed to be hours with nothing but a flickering light. Eventually he was joined by two humans, the older man again and another older woman, the older fellow introduced himself as Burrich, the woman though merely stood in the corner of the room quietly and observed. It seemed this could be thought of as a formal interview for the position, but in reality it was more of an interrogation, in any case Anders was far from phased, he answered all the questions unblinkingly, from his experiences in the CorSec Corps, to his family life, all the way back to childhood and most painfully in depth details of his friend Leanne’s death and that of the loss of his father.
After supposedly passing the interview, there were a few other tests, physicals and fitness, psychological exam, weapons and combat capabilities, once through these Anders was taken back to Burrich, again in another small room and again the woman was standing in the corner of the room. It was explained to Anders that Burrich would be his handler, this meant he had passed the tests, he’d be paired up with a partner and would being on assignment immediately, he was to meet with this partner on New Plympto in the city of Phemiss, there she would have instructions already for how to proceed.
The journey to Phemiss was short, he was sent on a public transport to not arouse suspicion, he would be equipped and armed once he met with his new partner. He went to the instructed cantina and waited, for a cantina it was quite a pleasant place, he even found a Dejarik table and stepped up to challenge a local that was holding a “winners seat” after having apparently beaten several others, Anders was pretty sure he could beat his opposition, but thought better of the attention and while he waited allowed himself to be beaten. By the time the game was over he realised he was being watched, from what he could tell across the room from the corner of his eye, it was the same girl he first met at the CorSec Station with Burrich, he shook hands with his opponent, respectfully declined a rematch and headed over to it at the table with the girl. They exchanged specific pleasantries and after enjoying a drink together and began talking of general news as old friends would, after a short time they stood and left the cantina.
They ended up back at a rundown old apartment where she properly introduced herself as Illiana, nothing more, nothing less. They went over the assignment, which was pretty simple; find out when a certain smuggling ring was going to import a shipment of narcotics to Corellia and observe, no action was to be taken against the group, report back to their handler when they had all the information needed and the rest would be left up to CorSec main to handle. But sometimes things do not always go according to plan.
The pair spent just over nine months first observing, and making discreet inquiries of the group, next they moved on to setting up small bits of work that might interest some smaller part of the ring, as a way to get one of them on the inside. Eventually Anders worked his way into the ring it was easy enough to get a hand in by acting as a liaison between the artificial group represented by Illiana and this part of the ring, his position allowed him to attend meetings with what were referred to as the lieutenants for this section. At first the information was trivial, and more focused on what his group had to offer and brought to the table, then as they became more trusting after Anders and Illiana provided several shipments of hard to get ingredients for the production of narcotics, which were laced with a tracer that CorSec would be able to identify, the lieutenants involved Anders in meetings with higher ranking members of the group, this finally led to the information the pair were seeking.
It was some days before the Anders had the chance to speak with Illiana, as he was now considered more as one of the ring than his former association, but after a couple of weeks they sent Anders to meet with his contact to arrange more ingredients, so more could be made to enhance the shipment to Corellia. When Anders arrived at the agreed meeting place he immediately sensed something was wrong, he reached out through the Force, something was wrong with Illiana, he proceeded into the apartment cautiously, and as he entered he started drawing a small part of the Force into himself and feeling it flow through his limbs.
Across the room he could see his partner was tied to a chair, there were two from the ring he had seen before standing behind her, one held a pistol, the other held a knife with its blade resting on her shoulder facing her neck, there were two others also in the room, one standing to the left of the room held a blaster pistol and the other on the right, casually leaning against the wall, was one of the lieutenants, he appeared to be unarmed. Anders stepped into the room and did not hesitate, he already had a blade in each hand and with a quick flick of his wrists sent them flying across the room, before the two standing on either side of Illiana could react they had each taken a blade to the throat and were sent sprawling to the floor. No sooner had the blades left Anders’ hands as he dodged down under a blaster shot he had pre-empted from his left and stepped towards the guard with the pistol, he fluently drew another longer combat knife from his belt and in one swift motion, and accuracy of years of practice, drove the blade into the man’s heart. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the lieutenant had drawn a long blade, looked to be a vibrosword and was taking a step towards Illiana, still tied helpless to the chair, Anders urged the Force to flow through him and with a burst of speed, drew his own sword, strode across the room and parried the lieutenants swing away from his partner.
With that final burst of speed Anders could feel his hold on the Force within his body tiring, the lieutenant had taken several paces back, a concerned look on his face as he assessed Anders and what had just occurred. Anders took that moment to release his hold on the Force through his body, slowly it trickled away, he felt tired and a little dizzy, but managed to keep his mind focused, he was going to have to deal with this last one on his own.
As they squared off he could tell the lieutenant had figured out something had changed in Anders, he man had begun to grin smugly, that would soon be changed. Anders lashed out with a quick series of light blows, aimed at the shoulders, torso and head, designed to make his opponent retreat and defend. But Anders was surprised to find his opponent ready, he blocked each attack and as Anders neared the end of the sequence the lieutenant parried and counter attacked, a strike low to Anders legs that forced him to retreat and suddenly have to block an attack high at his head. His opponent was almost as well trained as he was, almost, Anders caught the blow on his blade and pushed it down and to the left and pressure back at the man, forcing him off balance, Anders quickly followed through with a right elbow to his opponents jaw, knocking him to his knees and dazing him, not waiting for a reaction, Anders quickly brought his blade up and across his opponents throat, ending his existence.
They immediately made their way off world and back to Corellia to report the date and what had occurred. After reporting to their seniors, they were split up, intense interrogation were carried out for what seemed to be days, Anders answered and repeated his answers until his superiors were satisfied. As it turns out, Illiana was not who she appeared to be, and had not anticipated Anders being able to free her, he was supposed to die, she would have reported it as his misstep and she would have continued to provide CorSec sponsored narcotic ingredients to the ring until they had enough and she provided her superiors with a fake date and information on the ring that would lead nowhere, Illiana would have made a hefty cut, enough to disappear and live a good life. Anders never saw her again.
As Anders had somehow foiled this scheme, but had not actually retrieved any real information from the ring, it was a sticky situation, his superiors did not want to discipline him, but then they had to do something apart from just letting him off. He was restricted for up to a year to only Corellia, no off world travel was allowed, he would be shadowed and heavily monitored, he would serve as a paper pusher and a combat trainer for the CorSec Academy, putting his superb melee abilities to good use.
RP Sample:
The dingy cantina was crowded with patrons, surprising for such a back water hole on this side of Molavar, the room had a haze of smoke and its poor lighting made it a little difficult to identify people, but on the flip side it made it easier to hide unnoticed.
Anders sat in a corner at a table not far from the door, on his own, the wide brim of his had pulled down slightly to cover his face from those standing around him, though he was still able to see out from under it easily enough. He had tracked the informant to this location, after shaking down several others to be able to pinpoint him. He’d been roughing up and interrogating all sorts trying to get information on the mob of smugglers that had taken a certain cargo.
It had been only a few weeks since he’d almost been identified Iktotch, he had decided to ditch his ship at his first stop where he started on this damned informants trail and “acquire” another, smaller vessel, a fighter of some kind so he’d be able to slip around unnoticed that much easier.
There was a disturbance over by the bar that snapped Anders out of his reverie, it was his mark, the informant had been involved in some sort of scuffle and was being escorted out of the premises, he decided it was time, he stood and slipped quickly through the crowd, out of the door and into an alley across the street to hide in the shadows. Moments later the informant was tossed unceremoniously out the door by a hulking Wookie, to land on his hands and knees, the Wookie bellowed at him and watched as the man stood and stalked off down the street. Once the Wookie disappeared back inside, Anders stepped from the alley and quickly, but quietly took off after the man. As the informant approached another alley, Anders dashed up to him and with a quick yank on the drunkard’s collar, he was tossed into the alley.
Anders followed him quickly into the alley, the informant was in a daze and slowly getting himself to his feet, Anders strode up to the informant and kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him back to the floor, gasping for air. He looked the man over, a scrawny human, about the same height as himself, with pasty white skin, his short dark hair plastered to his head with sweat, the man absolutely stank. Still, Anders pushed the man onto his back with his boot and stood on his chest with one foot, he leant on his knee and bent down close to the man and tipped back his hat, so he could better see man’s face.
“Listen to me you turd? I know you are the one who was hired to keep a certain special cargo safe…” He reached down and gave the man a light slap in the face, “Listen you cretin, you’ll tell me where it went!”
The man started to laugh, coughing a little, Anders leant back from the man, “I remember… I remember… You’ll not get it… Taken… By pirates… Some Hutt... Kintan... ” He continued his laughing and coughing fit, Anders cursed silently to himself, his frustration growing as the man kept laughing.
Anders stood and gave the man a swift kick to the side of the head, rendering him unconscious, thankful the laughing had stopped. He’d have to end him, he had seen Anders face and knew what he was looking for, no loose ends was what he was always taught.
Anders took a small blade from his belt, he knew where to strike for a quick and quiet kill, he suddenly slipped the blade between the man’s ribs and into his heart, giving it a quick twist, the informant opened its eyes and coughed suddenly, Anders narrowly avoiding the majority of bloody spray before the dead man’s head dropped back to the ground. He withdrew his blade, tore away some of the informant’s shirt, wiped away the few flecks of blood that had landed on his jacket, cleaned his blade before putting it back in its sheath and left the body.
He’d have to pick up the trail elsewhere, but he knew it was pirates and a Hutt on Kintan that had the goods. He decided to head back towards the cantina, thinking to have a drink and calm his thoughts.
