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Character permission Mara
Sixth character
Name: Shakk'adawana
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 23
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 143 lbs
Birth place: Sal'kaasa, Ryloth
Appearance: Shakka is an orange Twi'lek with an athletic build. She has light brown eyes, and lekku that are on the short side. She has ears rather than ear cones, a trait that varies among her species from Twi'lek to Twi'lek.
When on duty she wears a wide variety of attire, depending on where she goes undercover and what she goes undercover as. Most commonly she wears the typical black uniform of the RSF, or a white shirt, black jacket, and black pants. On raids she wears a tank top and form-fitting black pants with her duty belt and protective vest. Off duty she dresses much the same, understandably without the protective vest and belt. She always carries her blaster and her badge everywhere she goes.
She carries herself with confidence, and she speaks with authority. Even when she's wrong she sounds right. Shakka has a distinct Twi'lek accent thanks to growing up on Ryloth, though she's managed to reduce it with enough exposure to Basic on Alderaan.
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Personality: Shakk'adawana is a tough cop with a good heart. She takes her job seriously, and she has a tendency to gleefully come down on the side of 'bad cop' when grilling a suspect. She isn't above roughing up a perp on occasion. Its one of her liabilities. She walks a fine line, and occasionally crosses it when she thinks she can get away with it.
She is also extremely perceptive, and its hard to pull the wool over her eyes. Part of that is her force sensitivity. She can almost always tell when someone is lying, and always seems to know just the right way to crack them open like a nut.
Shakk'adawana is a bit of a tomboy, and her personal life is a bit hectic as a result. She tends to avoid relationships because none of them work out well for her. No matter how many interests she shares, something always comes in the way. Frequently its her work, her habits, or her personality.
She can also be a bit of a slob. Her uniform is always presentable, but her apartment is a complete disaster area.
Occupation: Law Enforcement (Republic Security Force)
Rank: Agent
Skills:
Languages- She is fluent in Twi'leki, Huttese, and Basic.
Athletics- She is quite the runner, holding the department record for fastest mile. Her speed and agility also extend to obstacle courses. Lengthy time spent on the practice course has given her skill at overcoming real obstacles in the field.
Equipment:
Item: Cuffs, 2 pairs. Made of durasteel, and unlikely to be removed without some kind of heavy equipment.
Item: B-44s "Enforcer" blaster pistol. Shakka's personal sidearm, this never strays far from her.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 1
Body: 0
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Alignment: +2
Bio:
BIRTH AND EARLY LIFE
Shakk'adawana was born on Ryloth in a smaller city on the edge of the Bright Lands to a single mother hooked on spice. Her father wasn't in the picture.
At her first medical check-up, there wasn't a test done for her midichlorian count. If one had been taken, it would have been likely the Jedi would take in the rather unwanted infant. But the Order never learned of her potential, and she didn't get a free pass off Ryloth.
She was very distinctly unwanted. The little girl was viewed as a distraction by her mother. A liability she had to clothe and feed and a distraction from spice and death sticks.
If not for rudimentary government assistance programs providing food vouchers for mothers with infants, Shakka probably would have starved to death.
Just before her third birthday, her mother was arrested for possession and deemed an unfit parent by the courts. Shakka went to live with her aunt and uncle, Sinya'dawana and Ilar'dawana a cook and a mechanic respectively. They raised her as if she were their own child, maintaining no contact with the mother. They both believed it was for the best that Shakka stay away from her mother.
They'd never had any children as Sinya was barren, but they'd always secretly hoped for the chance to have a child. To be honest, they were caught by surprise with the news. Sinya had avoided her sister for the better part of a decade and hadn't known she had a niece. But the news was welcomed. It gave them a chance for something they'd only ever hoped for.
Shortly after her release from prison after five years, Shakka's mother died of a massive spice overdose. It had no impact on the girl's life.
Her childhood was surprisingly typical given her background. She played with blocks, learned to speak Ryl and Huttese, played with her friends, and had all the usual activities of childhood. She went to sleep-overs with friends, she watched holonet programming.
She was always a little quicker than the other children at reacting, and she always seemed a little ahead of the others on the uptake. It was her force sensitivity at work, though she had no idea of it. And her aunt and uncle simply assumed she was a bright and talented child.
She was also an exceptionally fast child. It got to the point where no one would ever play games involving running with her. She was simply too good at them.
Almost amazingly, she was a happy child despite not having her mother. Her aunt and uncle were "mommy and daddy" to her, and she had trouble understanding that they weren't her parents. She just smiled and nodded without absorbing that information until much later in life.
She was always the model kid until she started to really grow up. She'd always done her schoolwork correctly and on time, showed up to her classes, and been friends with 'good' kids. But as she grew it slowly changed.
Her looks got her a free pass into the group of 'cool kids,' and everything went down from there. 'Cool' kids didn't show up to class on time. They didn't listen to the teachers, they talked with each other and passed notes. And Shakka, like any kid, wanted to be cool and popular. It caused her to make worse and worse decisions. Her grades dropped. She ditched classes. She smoked cigarettes in the bathrooms. She hung out with the 'wrong crowd.'
GANG LIFE
At the age of 14, she started rolling with a swoop gang. At first it was just hanging out with the members, then riding along with them. Finally it was being a full part of them. She was a full member, with the clothes to prove it and the attitude to match.
She'd started because her friends were into it. Her cool friends. Her old friends urged her to straighten out, but she simply wasn't interested. She liked being popular. She was good-looking, she was young, and she wanted to live a little.
Her endeavors passed simple vandalism and theft; she was smuggling spice and carrying blasters. She drank, she smoke, and she even slept with a couple members. The only line she didn't cross was using spice. She was keenly aware that her mother had died from using it. She was even afraid of the substance over that detail. But it didn't stop her from helping distribute it. The gang wanted her to, so she did.
She was arrested twice in two years for vandalism and once for suspicion of possession. Her force-sensitivity came in handy once again. She was riding her swoop with a kilo of spice in her backpack, but she felt she simply had to ditch it. So she unstrapped the pack and tossed it before continuing. Five minutes later the police pulled her over and searched her.
Luckily for her, there wasn't enough evidence to put her away. She was released without charges.
Her aunt and uncle were mortified. Sinya cried on a regular basis and prayed for something to change. Ilar threatened. He tried to impose curfews. He grounded her. Shakka sneaked out the window. She couldn't be controlled. And it broke her family's hearts.
But at the same time she was riding a swoop and hauling contraband, she was also learning her lessons well at school. When she wasn't ditching, she was absorbing a LOT of information. And she liked it. There was something about learning that she loved, and it was an embarrassment for her. Gang members weren't supposed to enjoy school, but she actually enjoyed reading the texts in her literature class, and enjoyed writing up papers.
In front of other students she was loud, disrespectful, and flippant. But she always found an excuse to stay behind after class so she could ask the teachers questions. She found more ways to learn. Her grades recovered again, and her 'parents' prayed even harder it was the beginning of a change in her life.
It was a wedge between her and the gang that had slowly been widening over the years. And one day her eyes were opened.
It was her favorite teacher who drove the point home. He pointed out everything she loved about learning. And he made one observation, and asked a simple question. You hide your learning, how do your friends view what you love?
Shakka saw they only wanted the ignorant ones. They didn't care about knowledge. Twi'lek writers of the past didn't concern them. Galactic history was dreary to them. Science didn't even matter. Only the gang life. In their eyes, anything else was a distraction and wasn't welcome. She realized she'd been hiding one aspect of herself because it wasn't welcome.
She did try to be both. She changed her behavior in class. She tried to be both the good student and the swoop gang member, but it wasn't that easy. It became increasingly clear that the two were contradictory.
The fact she was learning meant she wasn't "one of them" anymore. She was mocked for being a good student. She stopped being 'cool.' She was a stranger. All the 'friends' she'd made were fleeting, they simply didn't take her seriously anymore. She lost her credibility in the gang for embracing books. The tasks she pulled for the gang became dreary and menial. Cleaning stuff up, carrying the bags, and watching the swoops instead of drinking inside with the others. It was clear she'd worn out her welcome.
In an elaborate hazing ritual at the age of 17, she left the gang and took herself out of that situation. She promised herself she'd leave Ryloth as soon as possible to get away from it completely. Her aunt and uncle were thrilled and thankful. Their little girl was back, and she was sorry she'd wasted so much of her life. She apologized for breaking their hearts and promised she'd do better.
But she desperately wanted a fresh start. She'd wound up on bad terms with the gang, and she wasn't welcomed back to 'the good kids.' It was awkward for her and she begged her aunt and uncle to move away to a new place.
TIME TO LEAVE
Her aunt and uncle agreed it was time for a change of scenery, and they packed their bags. They'd been planning on retiring somewhere, and they'd saved up enough credits for the right moment. The change in their niece from gang member to well-behaved student had relieved them, and they listened to her pleas and left Ryloth entirely.
Alderaan was their destination, and they reached it safely, though it cost them a chunk of their savings just to reach it. They settled in Crevasse City, a truly gorgeous man-made wonder built into a canyon. Buying housing drained the remainder of the funds. Her aunt took up a job in the restaurant of one of the many ritzy hotels, and her uncle found work maintaining the transit system connecting Crevasse City with Aldera, the capitol.
Coming from the rather inequitable Ryloth, Alderaan was a breath of fresh air. But Shakk'adawana knew better than to think everything was perfect. There was always disorder to be found. But she liked Alderaan, and wasn't happy knowing about problems. Finishing up her high school, she really got steamed when some of the kids were swapping spice in the halls. She used to smuggle the stuff, and even here people were using it. It pissed her off that her home planet's greatest contribution to life on Alderaan was getting spoiled kids high.
She kept her nose clean and worked hard to finish up her schooling. She also took up track. Running was a skill she had and a hobby she enjoyed. Her family quietly hoped she could gain a scholarship through it.
It was the proudest moment of her aunt and uncle's lives when she went up on stage to accept her diploma. They were confident she had a great future ahead of her.
She resolved to do something productive with her life, and help keep Alderaan as nice as it was. The question in her mind was 'how?'
There were many options open ahead of her. Doctor. Lawyer. Politician. But they all seemed too lofty to her. She wanted to stick with what she knew, she wanted to put her checkered past to use.
She headed for the police academy in Aldera.
Sinya and Ilar weren't thrilled about her choice, but they did respect it. A measure of trust in their child had been restored. And they had faith she'd direct her life into a proper manner.
POLICE ACADEMY
At the Academy, Shakka's resolve was welcomed. All the recruits wanted to help keep the peace on Alderaan. It was their home without exception, and they all loved it. Shakka especially.
The instructors were impressed with her dedication, if a little amused by it. Most of the native Alderaanian recruits tended to be rather pacifistic and lacked the control needed. In contrast, Shakka was the exact opposite. She exuded authority and had no problem exercising control. And frequently she was too ready to rely on force.
In training courses, she didn't hesitate to fire her blaster at legitimate targets at all. She made snap decisions at a lightning quick pace. It was again her force sensitivity at play. She knew which targets were legitimate even before they fully appeared.
It set her apart from many of the other cadets who were reluctant to even draw their blasters. She was most definitely not pacifistic.
She was much more aggressive than her contemporaries, which was both a pro and a con. She was quick, decisive, and had no problem taking charge of a situation.
She showed an aptitude for blasters in training, becoming more than just a decent shot. But the Twi'lek recruit also worked hard to become proficient with batons and in unarmed tactics. Working with batons was a lot more challenging than she'd imagined. It wasn't simply a matter of hitting with them. They had to be used in very specific movements to get the best results. But using them properly, you could disarm a knife-wielding foe, knock out an unruly suspect, or simply bludgeon someone into compliance.
Unarmed use of force was likely the most important bit of training she received. She learned ways of fending off attacks without her blaster or her baton, how to prevent her weapon from being taken from her, how to subdue suspects who were larger and stronger than her through joint locks and pressure points, and how to handle herself in general.
Her biggest challenge was sticking to procedure. But she managed to learn the rules, even the ones she disliked. Because they were the rules. And rules were the key to order. Rules were the soul of the profession she was entering.
One thing the Twi'lek excelled at was time spent on the obstacle course. Low walls, high walls, and everything in between was her idea of fun. She mixed her speed and her strength together to excel at the course. When it came to physical standards, she met them easily and without any question. She set a new academy record for fastest completion of the obstacle course.
She made a few friends, but she was too 'intense' for many of them to be close. The Academy kept her busy, and her social life was rather limited. Ironically, all of her friends wound up serving in different precincts from her.
She graduated from the Academy at 20 and entered the Aldera Police Department. That was the proudest moment of her life, even though her aunt and uncle weren't thrilled.
ON THE JOB
For her first few months she was riding along with one of the Sergeants, getting some on the job experience in Precinct Six. It was the area containing and adjacent to the spaceport facilities. That made it one of the less desirable areas of the capitol.
Luckily it was nothing like Ryloth had been. There was little squalor to be found. It was mostly punk kids causing trouble to be dealt with, though there was a certain degree of drug smuggling and a small black market. At the spaceport especially there were undesirables. Drifters, fringers, bounty hunters, and their ilk all dropped by and spilled into the surrounding areas of the city.
It was in her first month on duty that she met her first serious boyfriend. He was an Alderaanian native named Denal, and he was a student of philosophy she met during a domestic dispute. He had the guts to ask for her contact information and she obliged, admiring his initiative.
They seemed compatible enough at first despite their totally different backgrounds. But problems emerged a month in. He wanted to go to the opera. She wanted to watch the holonet. He was fastidious. She was a slob. He ate at fancy restaurants, she ate take-out food and left the boxes strewn about her studio apartment.
Unsurprisingly they broke up after three months.
Denal was followed by Jabor, a local Duros cook who was too clingy, and a suspiciously perfect Twi'lek named Bril'Amersu who turned out to be seeing another woman on the side. Not one of them lasted a month.
At the same time, Shakk'adawana switched away from riding along with more senior officers and started foot patrol in the spaceport itself. It was still relatively quiet, but it was more interesting than patrolling in the well-to-do neighborhoods. Her fluency in Huttese and Twi'leki also came in handy, as she was able to settle disputes and provide mundane assistance, like giving directions.
Increasingly she was called upon to help in other tasks besides foot patrol. It started with taking part in raids alongside Customs when they needed some extra muscle, seizing everything from spice to wanted fugitives. She was popular with the Customs officers too, and they got along quite nicely.
One day one of them rightly made the comment that Shakka could pass herself off as a smuggler or an entertainer easily enough. The Department never sent her in for anything in depth, but she did help with a drug sting once and served as unobtrusive back-up another time.
But she was first and foremost a patrol officer.
Her aunt and uncle insisted she pay them visits every month, and she kept up her obligations dutifully. Though they'd initially been skeptical of Shakka's decision, they grew to respect it. And seeing their 'daughter' happy made them accept it fully.
IN THE BIG LEAGUES
In 3601 BBY, after a string of extremely tough jobs, Shakka caught attention from the Republic Security Force, which wanted to recruit her as an agent. It was a prestige honor to become a Fed, to have attracted enough attention on a planetary police force to merit an offer to join the RSF. It was still a major decision for her though, one she couldn't take lightly. Promising to contact the Republic again, she set out to think it over.
A night at the cop bar with her mates didn't help much, so she turned to her aunt and uncle, traveling out to their home on the train. While there she sat down in their sitting room and discussed all her options. Much to her surprise, both Sinya and Ilar proved supportive and told her to look out for her own interests and not worry about them. Obligingly, Shakka looked at which was a better career option and which had better pay. The Republic had the edge, and she decided.
One fancy dinner, a bottle of sparkling wine, and Shakka was off Alderaan and headed to Coruscant with her belongings en route as well, ready to start her new life.
The first thing she noticed was that she missed green. There was no nature to speak of on Coruscant, and as she settled into a routine of training, she promised herself she'd keep moving with as many assignments around the galaxy as she could stand.
The training itself was both more and less difficult than she'd anticipated. The physical training was well within her reach, and her speed and agility proved great assets. The real challenge lay with learning new procedures and investigative techniques. Before she'd been focused on enforcement, but now she was in the big leagues. Investigations were her new business.
It took time, but Shakka adjusted, and became an Agent in the RSF, earning her badge and jurisdiction over every planet in Republic space. With great eagerness she looked forward to her assignments.
RP Sample:
Officer Shakk'adawana straightened the protective vest she was wearing so it would rest correctly on her. It didn't cover her stomach, but it was adequate to protect her chest. And it helped her agility considerably. Her reflexes were truly catlike, and in the unlikely event anything went wrong she'd probably be able to get to cover quickly.
She pulled on her fingerless gloves and flexed her hands in them. Dexterity wasn't hurt at all, but now the grip of her pistol wouldn't slide around when her hands invariably became sweaty. It was bound to happen, raids were exciting after all.
She fastened her duty belt around her waist and verified her blaster was loaded. She nodded to the others signifying she was ready and they set off at a jog through the access corridor. It was a locked maintenance passage marked 'authorized personnel only,' and the police had the authority to use it in getting from point A to point B without drawing attention.
In this case, point A was the spaceport's police station and point B was a smuggler's ship unloading at Docking Bay 94. They'd gotten a positive ID on his face when he'd landed and walked out the doors of the bay to meet his local contact. They'd had him under surveillance for a long time, and he'd slipped up. They'd gotten a warrant for the raid in record time, and now they were sneaking up on the bay ever so quietly.
The Sergeant leading the detail motioned through hand signals that he wanted Shakk'adawana to be second through the door and come from the left side. He took up a position on the right with the door controls, and with a final nod he hit the controls.
The door hissed open and the Twi'lek officer followed the man in front of her into bay. She whipped her blaster up and scanned the bay for targets. The only person present was a rather surprised looking maintenance man. The smuggler and his friend were probably in the ship.
The Sergeant motioned them all towards the base of the ramp into the ship, where they took up breaching positions. "APD! We have a warrant!"
He gave the hand signal to enter at the same time as he announced their presence as required by law. They stormed up the ramp in the same way they'd entered the bay itself. They set to work clearing the compartments, apprehending a pair of crewmen quickly.
Shakk'adawana and one other officer headed to the cargo bay while the others cleared the rest of the ship.
They leapfrogged their way into the cargo bay where they came face-to-face with their two suspects. They were in the process of feverishly shoving bags of refined spice back into a smuggler's hold when they found themselves at eye level with blasters.
"Vic Krotan, Deemo, you are under arrest for drug smuggling and possession with the intent to sell. On your knees, hands behind your head."
The human and the Rodian complied with the Twi'lek's command and kneeled with their hands behind their heads. Shakka holstered her blaster as the other officer kept his trained on the suspects. She pulled a pair of cuffs out of a pouch on her belt and guided the Rodian's hands down behind him where she fastened the binders securely around his wrists. Then she repeated the process on the human with a second pair of cuffs.
She looked at the bags of spice and grimaced. Odds were they came from Ryloth. And there were at least twenty kilos of it. Enough to put both these men away for a very long time"
Fifteen Minutes Later[/i]
"Don't lie to me Deemo or I'll just lose my temper. You were caught red-handed shoving spice back into the hold of a known smuggler's ship. This wasn't some accident."
Shakk'adawana leaned in and stared at the Rodian's bug-like eyes before whispering menacingly.
"Look here chuba-face, prison on Alderaan is still prison. I'm sure some big alien will take a liking to you in there. And you're looking at twenty years of that. Cheespa bo coopa Deemo." She said, lapsing into Huttese to emphasize her point.
The Rodian remained steadfastly still.
"Hey Torve, give me a few minutes alone with our little green friend here."
The human officer in the interrogation room complied with a smirk on his face, disappearing through the door.
Shakka hovered about a foot from the Rodian's face now with a harsh expression on her face. Here comes the bad cop...
"Guess what? We're all alone now. No cameras. It'll be so easy to say you thought you could overpower a single Twi'lek woman. They won't ask any questions when you wind up with a broken jaw. What do you think of that Deemo? A drug dealer's word against a cop's. Who are they going to believe?"
Deemo shifted nervously and tried to look away, but the Twi'lek police officer moved along with his gaze.
"Do you have any idea how sick you make me? Coming in and trying to bring sleaze to Alderaan, selling spice to kids. You know, maybe I won't it any more. Maybe I take it all out on you." She grabbed him by the collar. "Dopo mee gusha, peedunkey?" She asked in Huttese.
"Okay! I'll talk, just get her away from me!" Deemo feebly cried out towards the mirrored window.
Shakk'adawana glared at him for a second longer before turning her back on the Rodian and heading back through the door with a grin on her face.
She met her fellow officer Torve Jaric walking back in and they bumped each other's fists.
"Nicely done."
"Thanks, have fun in there."
"Not as much fun as you have Shakka." Torve grinned back.
"You know that's right." Shakk'adawana grabbed a mug of coffee from the dispenser and stood on the viewing side of the window and listened in on the interrogation, marveling at just how much she loved her job.
Character permission Mara
Sixth character
Name: Shakk'adawana
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 23
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 143 lbs
Birth place: Sal'kaasa, Ryloth
Appearance: Shakka is an orange Twi'lek with an athletic build. She has light brown eyes, and lekku that are on the short side. She has ears rather than ear cones, a trait that varies among her species from Twi'lek to Twi'lek.
When on duty she wears a wide variety of attire, depending on where she goes undercover and what she goes undercover as. Most commonly she wears the typical black uniform of the RSF, or a white shirt, black jacket, and black pants. On raids she wears a tank top and form-fitting black pants with her duty belt and protective vest. Off duty she dresses much the same, understandably without the protective vest and belt. She always carries her blaster and her badge everywhere she goes.
She carries herself with confidence, and she speaks with authority. Even when she's wrong she sounds right. Shakka has a distinct Twi'lek accent thanks to growing up on Ryloth, though she's managed to reduce it with enough exposure to Basic on Alderaan.
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Personality: Shakk'adawana is a tough cop with a good heart. She takes her job seriously, and she has a tendency to gleefully come down on the side of 'bad cop' when grilling a suspect. She isn't above roughing up a perp on occasion. Its one of her liabilities. She walks a fine line, and occasionally crosses it when she thinks she can get away with it.
She is also extremely perceptive, and its hard to pull the wool over her eyes. Part of that is her force sensitivity. She can almost always tell when someone is lying, and always seems to know just the right way to crack them open like a nut.
Shakk'adawana is a bit of a tomboy, and her personal life is a bit hectic as a result. She tends to avoid relationships because none of them work out well for her. No matter how many interests she shares, something always comes in the way. Frequently its her work, her habits, or her personality.
She can also be a bit of a slob. Her uniform is always presentable, but her apartment is a complete disaster area.
Occupation: Law Enforcement (Republic Security Force)
Rank: Agent
Skills:
Languages- She is fluent in Twi'leki, Huttese, and Basic.
Athletics- She is quite the runner, holding the department record for fastest mile. Her speed and agility also extend to obstacle courses. Lengthy time spent on the practice course has given her skill at overcoming real obstacles in the field.
Equipment:
Item: Cuffs, 2 pairs. Made of durasteel, and unlikely to be removed without some kind of heavy equipment.
Item: B-44s "Enforcer" blaster pistol. Shakka's personal sidearm, this never strays far from her.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 1
Body: 0
Sense: 2
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Alignment: +2
Bio:
BIRTH AND EARLY LIFE
Shakk'adawana was born on Ryloth in a smaller city on the edge of the Bright Lands to a single mother hooked on spice. Her father wasn't in the picture.
At her first medical check-up, there wasn't a test done for her midichlorian count. If one had been taken, it would have been likely the Jedi would take in the rather unwanted infant. But the Order never learned of her potential, and she didn't get a free pass off Ryloth.
She was very distinctly unwanted. The little girl was viewed as a distraction by her mother. A liability she had to clothe and feed and a distraction from spice and death sticks.
If not for rudimentary government assistance programs providing food vouchers for mothers with infants, Shakka probably would have starved to death.
Just before her third birthday, her mother was arrested for possession and deemed an unfit parent by the courts. Shakka went to live with her aunt and uncle, Sinya'dawana and Ilar'dawana a cook and a mechanic respectively. They raised her as if she were their own child, maintaining no contact with the mother. They both believed it was for the best that Shakka stay away from her mother.
They'd never had any children as Sinya was barren, but they'd always secretly hoped for the chance to have a child. To be honest, they were caught by surprise with the news. Sinya had avoided her sister for the better part of a decade and hadn't known she had a niece. But the news was welcomed. It gave them a chance for something they'd only ever hoped for.
Shortly after her release from prison after five years, Shakka's mother died of a massive spice overdose. It had no impact on the girl's life.
Her childhood was surprisingly typical given her background. She played with blocks, learned to speak Ryl and Huttese, played with her friends, and had all the usual activities of childhood. She went to sleep-overs with friends, she watched holonet programming.
She was always a little quicker than the other children at reacting, and she always seemed a little ahead of the others on the uptake. It was her force sensitivity at work, though she had no idea of it. And her aunt and uncle simply assumed she was a bright and talented child.
She was also an exceptionally fast child. It got to the point where no one would ever play games involving running with her. She was simply too good at them.
Almost amazingly, she was a happy child despite not having her mother. Her aunt and uncle were "mommy and daddy" to her, and she had trouble understanding that they weren't her parents. She just smiled and nodded without absorbing that information until much later in life.
She was always the model kid until she started to really grow up. She'd always done her schoolwork correctly and on time, showed up to her classes, and been friends with 'good' kids. But as she grew it slowly changed.
Her looks got her a free pass into the group of 'cool kids,' and everything went down from there. 'Cool' kids didn't show up to class on time. They didn't listen to the teachers, they talked with each other and passed notes. And Shakka, like any kid, wanted to be cool and popular. It caused her to make worse and worse decisions. Her grades dropped. She ditched classes. She smoked cigarettes in the bathrooms. She hung out with the 'wrong crowd.'
GANG LIFE
At the age of 14, she started rolling with a swoop gang. At first it was just hanging out with the members, then riding along with them. Finally it was being a full part of them. She was a full member, with the clothes to prove it and the attitude to match.
She'd started because her friends were into it. Her cool friends. Her old friends urged her to straighten out, but she simply wasn't interested. She liked being popular. She was good-looking, she was young, and she wanted to live a little.
Her endeavors passed simple vandalism and theft; she was smuggling spice and carrying blasters. She drank, she smoke, and she even slept with a couple members. The only line she didn't cross was using spice. She was keenly aware that her mother had died from using it. She was even afraid of the substance over that detail. But it didn't stop her from helping distribute it. The gang wanted her to, so she did.
She was arrested twice in two years for vandalism and once for suspicion of possession. Her force-sensitivity came in handy once again. She was riding her swoop with a kilo of spice in her backpack, but she felt she simply had to ditch it. So she unstrapped the pack and tossed it before continuing. Five minutes later the police pulled her over and searched her.
Luckily for her, there wasn't enough evidence to put her away. She was released without charges.
Her aunt and uncle were mortified. Sinya cried on a regular basis and prayed for something to change. Ilar threatened. He tried to impose curfews. He grounded her. Shakka sneaked out the window. She couldn't be controlled. And it broke her family's hearts.
But at the same time she was riding a swoop and hauling contraband, she was also learning her lessons well at school. When she wasn't ditching, she was absorbing a LOT of information. And she liked it. There was something about learning that she loved, and it was an embarrassment for her. Gang members weren't supposed to enjoy school, but she actually enjoyed reading the texts in her literature class, and enjoyed writing up papers.
In front of other students she was loud, disrespectful, and flippant. But she always found an excuse to stay behind after class so she could ask the teachers questions. She found more ways to learn. Her grades recovered again, and her 'parents' prayed even harder it was the beginning of a change in her life.
It was a wedge between her and the gang that had slowly been widening over the years. And one day her eyes were opened.
It was her favorite teacher who drove the point home. He pointed out everything she loved about learning. And he made one observation, and asked a simple question. You hide your learning, how do your friends view what you love?
Shakka saw they only wanted the ignorant ones. They didn't care about knowledge. Twi'lek writers of the past didn't concern them. Galactic history was dreary to them. Science didn't even matter. Only the gang life. In their eyes, anything else was a distraction and wasn't welcome. She realized she'd been hiding one aspect of herself because it wasn't welcome.
She did try to be both. She changed her behavior in class. She tried to be both the good student and the swoop gang member, but it wasn't that easy. It became increasingly clear that the two were contradictory.
The fact she was learning meant she wasn't "one of them" anymore. She was mocked for being a good student. She stopped being 'cool.' She was a stranger. All the 'friends' she'd made were fleeting, they simply didn't take her seriously anymore. She lost her credibility in the gang for embracing books. The tasks she pulled for the gang became dreary and menial. Cleaning stuff up, carrying the bags, and watching the swoops instead of drinking inside with the others. It was clear she'd worn out her welcome.
In an elaborate hazing ritual at the age of 17, she left the gang and took herself out of that situation. She promised herself she'd leave Ryloth as soon as possible to get away from it completely. Her aunt and uncle were thrilled and thankful. Their little girl was back, and she was sorry she'd wasted so much of her life. She apologized for breaking their hearts and promised she'd do better.
But she desperately wanted a fresh start. She'd wound up on bad terms with the gang, and she wasn't welcomed back to 'the good kids.' It was awkward for her and she begged her aunt and uncle to move away to a new place.
TIME TO LEAVE
Her aunt and uncle agreed it was time for a change of scenery, and they packed their bags. They'd been planning on retiring somewhere, and they'd saved up enough credits for the right moment. The change in their niece from gang member to well-behaved student had relieved them, and they listened to her pleas and left Ryloth entirely.
Alderaan was their destination, and they reached it safely, though it cost them a chunk of their savings just to reach it. They settled in Crevasse City, a truly gorgeous man-made wonder built into a canyon. Buying housing drained the remainder of the funds. Her aunt took up a job in the restaurant of one of the many ritzy hotels, and her uncle found work maintaining the transit system connecting Crevasse City with Aldera, the capitol.
Coming from the rather inequitable Ryloth, Alderaan was a breath of fresh air. But Shakk'adawana knew better than to think everything was perfect. There was always disorder to be found. But she liked Alderaan, and wasn't happy knowing about problems. Finishing up her high school, she really got steamed when some of the kids were swapping spice in the halls. She used to smuggle the stuff, and even here people were using it. It pissed her off that her home planet's greatest contribution to life on Alderaan was getting spoiled kids high.
She kept her nose clean and worked hard to finish up her schooling. She also took up track. Running was a skill she had and a hobby she enjoyed. Her family quietly hoped she could gain a scholarship through it.
It was the proudest moment of her aunt and uncle's lives when she went up on stage to accept her diploma. They were confident she had a great future ahead of her.
She resolved to do something productive with her life, and help keep Alderaan as nice as it was. The question in her mind was 'how?'
There were many options open ahead of her. Doctor. Lawyer. Politician. But they all seemed too lofty to her. She wanted to stick with what she knew, she wanted to put her checkered past to use.
She headed for the police academy in Aldera.
Sinya and Ilar weren't thrilled about her choice, but they did respect it. A measure of trust in their child had been restored. And they had faith she'd direct her life into a proper manner.
POLICE ACADEMY
At the Academy, Shakka's resolve was welcomed. All the recruits wanted to help keep the peace on Alderaan. It was their home without exception, and they all loved it. Shakka especially.
The instructors were impressed with her dedication, if a little amused by it. Most of the native Alderaanian recruits tended to be rather pacifistic and lacked the control needed. In contrast, Shakka was the exact opposite. She exuded authority and had no problem exercising control. And frequently she was too ready to rely on force.
In training courses, she didn't hesitate to fire her blaster at legitimate targets at all. She made snap decisions at a lightning quick pace. It was again her force sensitivity at play. She knew which targets were legitimate even before they fully appeared.
It set her apart from many of the other cadets who were reluctant to even draw their blasters. She was most definitely not pacifistic.
She was much more aggressive than her contemporaries, which was both a pro and a con. She was quick, decisive, and had no problem taking charge of a situation.
She showed an aptitude for blasters in training, becoming more than just a decent shot. But the Twi'lek recruit also worked hard to become proficient with batons and in unarmed tactics. Working with batons was a lot more challenging than she'd imagined. It wasn't simply a matter of hitting with them. They had to be used in very specific movements to get the best results. But using them properly, you could disarm a knife-wielding foe, knock out an unruly suspect, or simply bludgeon someone into compliance.
Unarmed use of force was likely the most important bit of training she received. She learned ways of fending off attacks without her blaster or her baton, how to prevent her weapon from being taken from her, how to subdue suspects who were larger and stronger than her through joint locks and pressure points, and how to handle herself in general.
Her biggest challenge was sticking to procedure. But she managed to learn the rules, even the ones she disliked. Because they were the rules. And rules were the key to order. Rules were the soul of the profession she was entering.
One thing the Twi'lek excelled at was time spent on the obstacle course. Low walls, high walls, and everything in between was her idea of fun. She mixed her speed and her strength together to excel at the course. When it came to physical standards, she met them easily and without any question. She set a new academy record for fastest completion of the obstacle course.
She made a few friends, but she was too 'intense' for many of them to be close. The Academy kept her busy, and her social life was rather limited. Ironically, all of her friends wound up serving in different precincts from her.
She graduated from the Academy at 20 and entered the Aldera Police Department. That was the proudest moment of her life, even though her aunt and uncle weren't thrilled.
ON THE JOB
For her first few months she was riding along with one of the Sergeants, getting some on the job experience in Precinct Six. It was the area containing and adjacent to the spaceport facilities. That made it one of the less desirable areas of the capitol.
Luckily it was nothing like Ryloth had been. There was little squalor to be found. It was mostly punk kids causing trouble to be dealt with, though there was a certain degree of drug smuggling and a small black market. At the spaceport especially there were undesirables. Drifters, fringers, bounty hunters, and their ilk all dropped by and spilled into the surrounding areas of the city.
It was in her first month on duty that she met her first serious boyfriend. He was an Alderaanian native named Denal, and he was a student of philosophy she met during a domestic dispute. He had the guts to ask for her contact information and she obliged, admiring his initiative.
They seemed compatible enough at first despite their totally different backgrounds. But problems emerged a month in. He wanted to go to the opera. She wanted to watch the holonet. He was fastidious. She was a slob. He ate at fancy restaurants, she ate take-out food and left the boxes strewn about her studio apartment.
Unsurprisingly they broke up after three months.
Denal was followed by Jabor, a local Duros cook who was too clingy, and a suspiciously perfect Twi'lek named Bril'Amersu who turned out to be seeing another woman on the side. Not one of them lasted a month.
At the same time, Shakk'adawana switched away from riding along with more senior officers and started foot patrol in the spaceport itself. It was still relatively quiet, but it was more interesting than patrolling in the well-to-do neighborhoods. Her fluency in Huttese and Twi'leki also came in handy, as she was able to settle disputes and provide mundane assistance, like giving directions.
Increasingly she was called upon to help in other tasks besides foot patrol. It started with taking part in raids alongside Customs when they needed some extra muscle, seizing everything from spice to wanted fugitives. She was popular with the Customs officers too, and they got along quite nicely.
One day one of them rightly made the comment that Shakka could pass herself off as a smuggler or an entertainer easily enough. The Department never sent her in for anything in depth, but she did help with a drug sting once and served as unobtrusive back-up another time.
But she was first and foremost a patrol officer.
Her aunt and uncle insisted she pay them visits every month, and she kept up her obligations dutifully. Though they'd initially been skeptical of Shakka's decision, they grew to respect it. And seeing their 'daughter' happy made them accept it fully.
IN THE BIG LEAGUES
In 3601 BBY, after a string of extremely tough jobs, Shakka caught attention from the Republic Security Force, which wanted to recruit her as an agent. It was a prestige honor to become a Fed, to have attracted enough attention on a planetary police force to merit an offer to join the RSF. It was still a major decision for her though, one she couldn't take lightly. Promising to contact the Republic again, she set out to think it over.
A night at the cop bar with her mates didn't help much, so she turned to her aunt and uncle, traveling out to their home on the train. While there she sat down in their sitting room and discussed all her options. Much to her surprise, both Sinya and Ilar proved supportive and told her to look out for her own interests and not worry about them. Obligingly, Shakka looked at which was a better career option and which had better pay. The Republic had the edge, and she decided.
One fancy dinner, a bottle of sparkling wine, and Shakka was off Alderaan and headed to Coruscant with her belongings en route as well, ready to start her new life.
The first thing she noticed was that she missed green. There was no nature to speak of on Coruscant, and as she settled into a routine of training, she promised herself she'd keep moving with as many assignments around the galaxy as she could stand.
The training itself was both more and less difficult than she'd anticipated. The physical training was well within her reach, and her speed and agility proved great assets. The real challenge lay with learning new procedures and investigative techniques. Before she'd been focused on enforcement, but now she was in the big leagues. Investigations were her new business.
It took time, but Shakka adjusted, and became an Agent in the RSF, earning her badge and jurisdiction over every planet in Republic space. With great eagerness she looked forward to her assignments.
RP Sample:
Officer Shakk'adawana straightened the protective vest she was wearing so it would rest correctly on her. It didn't cover her stomach, but it was adequate to protect her chest. And it helped her agility considerably. Her reflexes were truly catlike, and in the unlikely event anything went wrong she'd probably be able to get to cover quickly.
She pulled on her fingerless gloves and flexed her hands in them. Dexterity wasn't hurt at all, but now the grip of her pistol wouldn't slide around when her hands invariably became sweaty. It was bound to happen, raids were exciting after all.
She fastened her duty belt around her waist and verified her blaster was loaded. She nodded to the others signifying she was ready and they set off at a jog through the access corridor. It was a locked maintenance passage marked 'authorized personnel only,' and the police had the authority to use it in getting from point A to point B without drawing attention.
In this case, point A was the spaceport's police station and point B was a smuggler's ship unloading at Docking Bay 94. They'd gotten a positive ID on his face when he'd landed and walked out the doors of the bay to meet his local contact. They'd had him under surveillance for a long time, and he'd slipped up. They'd gotten a warrant for the raid in record time, and now they were sneaking up on the bay ever so quietly.
The Sergeant leading the detail motioned through hand signals that he wanted Shakk'adawana to be second through the door and come from the left side. He took up a position on the right with the door controls, and with a final nod he hit the controls.
The door hissed open and the Twi'lek officer followed the man in front of her into bay. She whipped her blaster up and scanned the bay for targets. The only person present was a rather surprised looking maintenance man. The smuggler and his friend were probably in the ship.
The Sergeant motioned them all towards the base of the ramp into the ship, where they took up breaching positions. "APD! We have a warrant!"
He gave the hand signal to enter at the same time as he announced their presence as required by law. They stormed up the ramp in the same way they'd entered the bay itself. They set to work clearing the compartments, apprehending a pair of crewmen quickly.
Shakk'adawana and one other officer headed to the cargo bay while the others cleared the rest of the ship.
They leapfrogged their way into the cargo bay where they came face-to-face with their two suspects. They were in the process of feverishly shoving bags of refined spice back into a smuggler's hold when they found themselves at eye level with blasters.
"Vic Krotan, Deemo, you are under arrest for drug smuggling and possession with the intent to sell. On your knees, hands behind your head."
The human and the Rodian complied with the Twi'lek's command and kneeled with their hands behind their heads. Shakka holstered her blaster as the other officer kept his trained on the suspects. She pulled a pair of cuffs out of a pouch on her belt and guided the Rodian's hands down behind him where she fastened the binders securely around his wrists. Then she repeated the process on the human with a second pair of cuffs.
She looked at the bags of spice and grimaced. Odds were they came from Ryloth. And there were at least twenty kilos of it. Enough to put both these men away for a very long time"
Fifteen Minutes Later[/i]
"Don't lie to me Deemo or I'll just lose my temper. You were caught red-handed shoving spice back into the hold of a known smuggler's ship. This wasn't some accident."
Shakk'adawana leaned in and stared at the Rodian's bug-like eyes before whispering menacingly.
"Look here chuba-face, prison on Alderaan is still prison. I'm sure some big alien will take a liking to you in there. And you're looking at twenty years of that. Cheespa bo coopa Deemo." She said, lapsing into Huttese to emphasize her point.
The Rodian remained steadfastly still.
"Hey Torve, give me a few minutes alone with our little green friend here."
The human officer in the interrogation room complied with a smirk on his face, disappearing through the door.
Shakka hovered about a foot from the Rodian's face now with a harsh expression on her face. Here comes the bad cop...
"Guess what? We're all alone now. No cameras. It'll be so easy to say you thought you could overpower a single Twi'lek woman. They won't ask any questions when you wind up with a broken jaw. What do you think of that Deemo? A drug dealer's word against a cop's. Who are they going to believe?"
Deemo shifted nervously and tried to look away, but the Twi'lek police officer moved along with his gaze.
"Do you have any idea how sick you make me? Coming in and trying to bring sleaze to Alderaan, selling spice to kids. You know, maybe I won't it any more. Maybe I take it all out on you." She grabbed him by the collar. "Dopo mee gusha, peedunkey?" She asked in Huttese.
"Okay! I'll talk, just get her away from me!" Deemo feebly cried out towards the mirrored window.
Shakk'adawana glared at him for a second longer before turning her back on the Rodian and heading back through the door with a grin on her face.
She met her fellow officer Torve Jaric walking back in and they bumped each other's fists.
"Nicely done."
"Thanks, have fun in there."
"Not as much fun as you have Shakka." Torve grinned back.
"You know that's right." Shakk'adawana grabbed a mug of coffee from the dispenser and stood on the viewing side of the window and listened in on the interrogation, marveling at just how much she loved her job.
I know you probably just the pants and top, but maybe just a little clarification.