Post by Tyven on Mar 1, 2013 6:07:11 GMT -5
Name: Terek Jorrn (SG-198)
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170lbs
Birth place: Greboilla, Nal Hutta
Appearance: Terek doesn't stand out in a crowd. He sports a mop of thick, brown hair that extends to the collar, and often mats after a few days without washing. His large, built body and broad shoulders often make people moved to the side when he moves past. When not in uniform, Terek prefers to wear to-the-point clothing- brown jumpsuits and tunics with many utility pockets and pouches to hold all types of accessories.
Personality: Terek has been shaped to serve his entire life. He is quite submissive towards his few friends, a fallacy many are easy to pick up on. However, he strives to remain mentally strong in all eyes, and is often cold-hearted and arrogant. Terek rarely jokes, or even smiles- he wasn't trained to do that. If many had to describe Terek in one word, they would most likely say ‘disciplined.’ If Terek is assigned to a job, then nothing will stand in the way of him completing it, even if he has to do some bad stuff on his way there.
Overall, Terek does try to be social when he isn't working, and does try to be kind to other people, but it is a generally new prospect to him.
Although people find it extremely difficult to talk to him and retain a friendship, it often pays off. Terek is very loyal to those close to him, and will often go to extreme lengths to help them or just be there.
Really, loyalty isn't what lies below Terek's subconsciousness, as many would believe. It’s simply what he has been shaped and trained to do, even if that means take a blaster bolt or two.
Occupation: Senate Commando
Rank: Captain
Skills: -Senate Guard & Commando Training (includes weapons training, threat evaluation, basic first aid, squad placement, speeder piloting etc.)
- Hijkata Martial Arts
Ships/Vehicles: Access to all Senate Guard/Commando vehicles, however he doesn't own any himself.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
1-8
Not everyone grows up being rich.
Terek Jornn of all people knows that. Terek was born of Elett and Urgan Jornn in the year 3,572 BBY, in the seedy, dirty city of Gebroila, Nal Hutta. His parents weren’t the skilled type, and weren’t able to find any kind of job that made enough money to leave the hideous rock of planet, so they had to sign a deal with the local crime lord, Tevaan Dead shot, one of the very few non-Hutt sentients to actually have any stake in land on the planet. Tevaan was cold, and the Hutts liked that a lot. Many exchanged slaves and goods with him, building on a relationship that would eventually be destroyed from the inside.
Tevaan was a tall, cyborg-human, standing at least 6’8”. With a custom-built blaster pistol that could extend into a carbine within seconds, and a rumored kill count exceeding one hundred, he was not to be messed with. Unfortunately for the Jornn family, they learnt that the hard way. Tevaan, in one of his frequent fits of rage, started firing into his crowd of slaves and entertainers
after he learnt of one of his prized shipments of spice being pirated. One of the stray shots hit and killed Urgan, Terek’s father, when he was just two.
From there on, it was mother and son who would have to face off against the
world.
Terek spent a lot of his time hanging around the back alleys of the crime lord’s palace, playing with other children his age. He often found himself and his friends being chased by cooks after they stole some Muja Muffins from the local kitchen, or seeing who could climb to the top of the thirty meter tall dome on top of the palace the fastest. Unfortunately for Terek, his time was soon to come for him to work. With only his mother literally slaving away for a small amount of pay, it was not enough to feed them both, most of the time. At the age of eight, Elett came down with a disease and could not work any longer.
Terek reluctantly took up a job as a personal servant to Teevan.
8-14
Terek often found himself working for up to twelve hours a day, running around the palace like a hound, delivering messages to him, getting a new crate of supplies for her, get a cleaning droid over there, and so on. Luckily, Terek didn’t have to deal with Tevaan personally most of the time, but found himself under the likes of Old Grey, an old servant who had been in Tevaan’s service since the beginning. Some even said the Old Grey was Tevaan’s old business partner, who had been betrayed and had been sentenced to life under his rule. When Terek had reluctantly asked him about it, Old Grey just laughed; a harsh, ringing laugh, and told him to get back to work.
Grey was gruff, and harsh, and sometimes abusive, but he was kind. Often he gave leftover food to Terek, or told him he could have the rest of the day off. One day, however, changed everything. He had just turned eleven, and Terek had been clearing the latest foods and drinks of one of the tables in Tevaan’s hall, when the cyborg himself shouted for him. “Boy!” He screamed in a loud voice. “Here!”
Trembling, Terek made his way over to the giant of a man. In the end, it had only been to take a message to a certain man about half an hour away from the palace, asking him to pay his homage to the arrogant crime lord. When Terek told Old Grey, he wore a concerned face and gave him his holdout blaster, telling him to be careful.
It was the first time Terek had been outside of the palace walls in his entire life. Trembling, he started to make his way tentatively along the raised platform above the swamp. Although it was all terrifying, it was also the most wondrous thing he had ever done in his whole life- even a dump like Nal Hutta looked like a wonderful, exotic world to him.
Taking longer than usual, Terek made his way to the man’s old building. It was run-down and half of it had a fallen into the murky swamp below. When he gave the message, the old man just sighed, and told him he would pay his homage tomorrow. Eager to get back, Terek rushed back to the palace. However when he did arrive, a chill went up his spine. Six large speeder busses had been parked right outside the palace, and he could hear a lot of noise coming from the second floor. Shouting, screaming- and something else he had heard plenty of times in the service of Tevaan- Blasters. Terek rushed inside and up the stairs, heading for the large hall. He had no idea what he was going to do, or how, but he knew he had to do something.
He broke through the doors to see ensuing chaos. All around him people exchanged blasters, red bolts ricocheting of walls and doors and tables and sometimes hitting people. There was a scream as a man Terek knew as Gorb fell down, clutching his abdomen and groaning. To his left, Terek saw Tevaan pinned behind a table as a flurry of shots flew out from across the room. Terek
dropped to the floor and started to crawl towards him, knowing he would be safe with the huge man. As he did, one of the bandits came tumbling over him, his blaster raised to blow the head off Tevaan. He saw it, and brought his blaster around to shoot, but it was too late-
Terek grabbed the bandit’s ankle and bit hard. The man screamed and fired wildly, the shot missing Tevaan by metres. The bandit dropped to the floor and kicked out ferociously, kneeing Terek hard in the nose. Terek jumped on top of him, smashing him hard in the face and head multiple times with the end of his blaster pistol. As he sense cleared, he realised he had just killed someone. He stumbled back, sick, as he looked on his work. Tevaan laughed as the blaster fire started to stop. “Good Job boy!” He exclaimed. “You, my friend, are going everywhere with me from now on!” The fighting stopped as the last of the thugs was killed in a scream. It was all Terek could do to stop himself from throwing up. At that moment, he knew he was going to kill Tevaan. Maybe not today, maybe not even in his lifetime, but he would make sure the man did not live a full life.
So Terek found himself a personal bodyguard to Tevaan Dead shot, at the age of
eleven.
14-17
Terek worked hard. He really did. Hithan, Tevaan’s new chief of security, provided Terek with the training, the weapons and the knowledge, and told him he had to learn the rest through practice. Which was what he did. He practiced for up to six hours a day, after his shift protecting Tevaan ended. He primarily used the blaster rifle, but also trained in the blaster pistol and carbine. He sparred in melee combat with other guards twice his age, and worked with them too. He made enough money to support five people easily; however, he only had himself now. His mother, after fighting the unknown sickness for five years, died, and Terek was left on his own. He managed to stay on top of the grief by training; every day of every week, he practiced with the weapons into
the small hours of the night. One day, Tevaan decided he would pay a visit to one of the other local Hutt lords. He took Hithan, another guard Terek couldn’t remember, and himself. Although Terek was now use to leaving the palace, this was the furthest he was going, and the first time he was travelling in a shuttle. It was an old model, Hithan told him, but that didn’t matter to Terek. He never forgot the joy he felt the first time the shuttle doors closed and the world started to disappear from under him. He felt like he could fly, fly to some distant planet and live
happily for the rest of his life.
They arrived within an hour, parking the shuttle in one of the VIP bays. Tevaan strolled down the corridors like the place belonged to him- Terek thought he probably thought it was. They entered the shady, dark room of the Hutt’s leisure chamber, where he greeted Tevaan in a language completely unknown to Terek. As he was trained to do, Terek to up guard on the door to the room, surveying it for any possible dangers. The room was mostly full of scantily-dressed dancers, and some low life scum drinking themselves under the table, however one person did spark Terek’s interest. A man in full battle armour, with a strange-looking helmet stood in the corner, his back against the wall, surveying the room himself. He gave a curt nod to Terek, who quickly looked away, not wanting to look like he had marked him.
The negotiations went on, and eventually Tevaan took a seat and ordered a drink. Terek watched as the slave started to pour the concoction and-
There! He saw it! A sprinkle of fine powder went into one of the drinks as the dancer expertly swirled in and started over towards Tevaan, smiling with drink in hand.
She handed the drink to him as Terek un-holstered his blaster pistol, strolling over to the two. “Sir! Don’t drink that!” Tevaan turned, the smile slowly disappearing from his face. “Why-ugh!”
A shout went up as Tevaan fell to the ground, a vibroblade sticking out of his chest. So intent on watching Tevaan, everyone had missed the dancer’s small blade. The Hutt cried something out as everyone jumped to action. Terek brought his blaster up to the Hutt as he felt someone crash into him at full speed, knocking him into a table and breaking it in half. Shots rang out as the room erupted in chaos. Terek shoved his fist into the perpetrator, only to have it flung aside. The man jumped off him and crouched beside a table. Terek noticed it was the man in the armour who had been standing in the corner. “Come with me!” He exclaimed, as he jumped up, heading for the door. Terek looked around, the whole room being blown to pieces. Tevaan lay in a pool of blood in the middle of the room. There was nothing for him there anymore. He ran after the man, heading down the narrow passageways . He introduced himself as Pagro Yurn, a Republic Intel officer who had been undercover for the past three months. He had been collecting Intel on the crime lord, but now that he was dead, his only chance was to download all the files from the Hutt’s central computer. He offered Terek a deal- help him in his job, and he would bring him to Coruscant
and have him trained. Terek mulled over the options, but it didn’t take long to make a sane decision. They reached the room and quickly dispatched the two unknowing guards by the door. Pagro told him he would take five minutes, and that he would have to hold anyone off who tried to enter through the doors.
The first guard arrived two minutes into the hacking. Terek, gunned him down easily as he took up position beside the door. The next four arrived a minute later, flurrying the door with bolt after bolt. Terek took down two of them as more joined the fight. He broke cover to fire- and a blaster bolt flew past his left shoulder, ripping the clothing and skin. As they overwhelmed him, Pagro
announced he was done. The two retreated out a window, and hastily made their way to a shuttle and off the planet. Terek was too exhausted to enjoy the experience of space, and fell asleep immediately after the hyper-drive was engaged.
18-24
Terek soon befriended his saviour, Pagro, and was enrolled in Strategic Information Service, as a bodyguard to one of the senior officers eighteen months after arriving on Coruscant and receiving citizenship. Although many were cautious about allowing an ex-crime lord guard into one of the most secure organisations in the republic, the officer he was assigned to, Colonel Addix, was generally pleased with Terek and happy to have him in his team. Although Terek was new to the prospect of democracy and people not being at each other’s throats every five minutes, he started to grow attached to the system.
For most of the time in his job, Terek found himself posted outside the door to the Colonel’s office, checking the ID on everyone who went into the building. Many would call it a boring job, but Terek saw it as his duty and strived to do his utmost, every day. Starting to earn credits, he soon rented an apartment and started to build any life on the bustling city of democracy. He often found himself awestruck by the wonders of the planet, trying to get around and do everything there was to do. No slavery, no abuse. It was a never-ending dream.
One day, a man named Thero entered the Colonel’s office. Terek validated the ID and sent him, but couldn't shake the feeling of something being… out of place. Wrong, even. Deciding not to make the same mistake he made with his last employer, Terek entered the Colonel’s office himself and stood guard at the door. Addix didn’t care most of the time- he was, after all, SIS, and didn’t
trust anyone either. Fortunately for Terek, ‘Thero’ was a neither careful nor patient man. He quickly jumped up and un-holstered his holdout blaster, bringing it up to the Colonel’s face. Without hesitation, Terek charged the Twi’lek from behind and tackled him to the floor. The blaster went flying out of his hand as his head cracked against the corner of the wooden desk in a
flurry of disturbed datapads. With one quick, trained strike to the windpipe, the Twi’lek went out like a light. Although shaken, the Colonel was extremely impressed with Terek’s efforts. With praise for a man of such high stature, it wasn’t long before the calls started to come in for his work and expertise. Terek himself quietly denied all of them, content on his own work. He soon found himself in front of a promotion, however, to Captain of a squad of guards for the office level.
Over the next two weeks, Terek faced gruelling training in a nearby training centre. He excelled at his skills, and passed the promotion. He now found himself in charge of ten guards, and looking after sixty or so workers and officers. Daunted, but determined, Terek pressed on with his job. With time, Terek became more experienced at commanding, and leading. He learnt to treat
his men well, and to place them in vital areas around the office floor. His second-in-command, a gruff man by the name of 2nd Lieutenant Beel, taught him many new skills to implement into his job. The two found a common interest in melee weapons; more specifically, force pikes, and often trained together. Beel helped him unlock his potential as a melee expert; he just needed more practice- something Terek was definitely not short of.
One day a red alert threat hazard broke out on Terek’s office level. Apparently someone had broken in through one of the maintenance lifts, and had killed one of the guards and injured another. Terek but the level into lock-down and grabbed his rifle, hastily leaving the control room alongside Beel. The two found the perpetrator in one of the offices, and he and his guards engaged in an intense fire fight from across the corridor. As his men held down suppressive fire, Terek circled around and entered the office next door, silently. The walls were flimsy, barely even partitioners. Kicking a large hole in the wall, Terek rolled a few smoke canisters inside and entered before the saboteur even had time to react. He quickly jumped the man, but the attacker had faster reflexes. The two rolled and kicked and punched, however Terek had little hand
to hand combat knowledge, and was soon smashed against a wall, held in a headlock. Improvising, Terek rolled and brought the man under him, where Terek was able to quickly smash him in the face and bind him. Another heroic action was placed to Terek Jornn’s name. It wasn’t long before one organisation soon found him, one Terek had only dreamed about.
The Senate Guard.
25-29
The Senate Guard soon called Terek, and announced they would like him to join amongst their ranks, if he could get past training. A job Terek couldn’t pass up, he accepted, and soon found himself within the walls of the Senate Guard Academy, and under the harsh tutelage of SG-22, a Lieutenant-Colonel and one of the chief training officers. Amongst the thirty or so recruits, Terek drilled and trained, and drilled and trained, until the two words were a distinct burn in his mental sub-consciousness. He was also taught in the martial arts of Hijkata, a defence mechanism that specialised in deflecting and countering the attacks of an opponent and turning it against them.
Terek didn’t get along with the other recruits. Besides his lack of social skills, Terek was by far better than all of them. He had been using a blaster since he was twelve, whereas some of them had used it only a few dozen times in their life. They seemed to all hold something in common though, a love for their job. The four weeks past painstakingly slowly as Terek body and mind
started to shape to the image the Senate Guard had modelled in all recruits that had passed. Most of them started to drop out- a lot first, almost fifteen, then more slowly as time progressed, as training got harder, and everything got glummer and more brutal. In the end, it was only five of them. Suffice to say, they made it to the last ‘test.’
SG-22 rounded them all up without warning and sent them into one of the training rooms. It was an exact replica of the Senate hall, only smaller. A droid stood at the podium, dressed in the official Republic delegate robes. Snatching up their amour and weapons, the training exercise commenced.
Out of nowhere, a lithe droid rolled down onto one of the podiums, a sniper in hands. One of his teammates threw himself at the ‘Chancellor’ droid, barrelling him to the ground, as Terek took the shot. The blaster bolt caught the droid right in the face, blowing him to smithereens. Terek wagered that they were using low-powered energy rifles, but he didn’t want to put that to the test.
They started to escort the droid to the nearest exit as a high pitched noise went up in the room. “Bomb!” Terek screamed as he threw the droid behind cover and jumped on him. A blast of ion went up, knocking one of the guards down and out, unconscious. Terek gritted his teeth as he and the others got up, falling into position. It wouldn’t kill, but it would leave one hell of a headache.
They moved quickly through the mockery halls, passing windows that projected holographic views of skyscrapers. Without warning, another droid rolled around a corner, bring an automatic carbine to bear on the group. Dropping, they blew him to pieces. They rounded a few more corners and made their way into a turbo-lift, which was promptly cut short halfway down. The first guard to go up onto the roof of the cart was also deftly cut down by a hacked auto-turret, knocked unconscious by the ion. After taking care of it, the three, plus the droid, cut their way through a maintenance shaft and entered the last floor. They finally reached the doors to freedom-
and six droids greeted them with a hail of blaster bolts, straight outside the door. An Ion bolt scathed past Terek’s arm, but not enough of the energy was absorbed to leave anything but a mild headache. The other two recruits held the door as Terek tracked back, and made his way to a window on the second floor. Quickly but expertly, he detached all six droids, allowing the chancellor to make his way to the finish zone.
For once in the entire four weeks Terek had known SG-22, he laughed. “That’s one of the fastest and most efficient run I’ve seen in a long time. You’ve all passed, even the ones that were shot.”
After the graduation ceremony three weeks later, Terek was pulled aside by one of the senior officers. He told him his scores were remarkable, and if he would be interested in applying for the prestigious, elite Senate Commando. All Terekcould do was say yes.
On the third night, a squad of ‘death commandos’ ‘found’ them and opened fire. Luckily, no one was injured or shot in their squad, however Omega One did make a good show of disappearing into the lush jungle. They fanned out and went looking, only to find him under a fallen tree the next morning, saying ‘he had ran for cover.’ Acting or not, many of the recruits didn’t look happy after that, including Terek.
At the end of the gruelling exercise, they were rounded up and shipped back to Coruscant. Exhausted, Terek rested for a week before they were once again rounded up to view their results. Almost all of them passed, and now Terek was accepted amongst the rank of the Senate Commando as a Sergeant Major. Looking back on what he had achieved, Terek was generally pleased to see how far he had come.
Over the next three years, Terek rose through the ranks. All though nothing really exciting has come Terek’s way, he remains vigil, wary of any threats that may be imposed on those he has to protect. He climbed rank after rank- at 2nd Lieutenant, Terek received an extra week of training in leadership to increase his skills in that area. As the years passed, Terek soon reached the rank of Captain, and he now leads a squad of ten men, ready for any mission that comes his way.
Although all hell reigns throughout the galaxy, as Sith and Mandalorians and Republic fight in a flurry of intense battles, Terek remains adamant that he will stop all those who get in the way of him and his mission.
RP Sample: “What’s this guy in for?”
One of Terek’s men, Corporal Vernn asked inquisitively. “Mass Murder, and suspected kidnapping.” Terek replied as he sat down at his desk, still keeping his eyes on the man in the cell. He was fast asleep, behind the red glow of the ray shield.
Terek and his men were on board a Senate Guard Assault Vehicle, bound for an Assault Cruiser in orbit above Coruscant. The man had been arrested on the planet, but was to answer for his crimes on Corellia, where he had committed the crimes. “You take guard,” He told Vernn as he got up abruptly, grabbing a cup of caf and heading for the door. “I’m gonna check something out.”
He tapped in the passcode on the terminal and entered the cockpit through the heavily armoured door. The two pilots were at their seats, working hard.
“Everything alright?” He asked the two. They were Senate Guards, but they were
the only available pilots around.
“Yes sir,” the Pilot replied curtly. “We’ll be docking in about seven minutes,
depends on traffic.”
Terek nodded absent-mindedly. Something was very wrong. He hadn't escorted many prisoners in his time as a Senate Commando, but he knew things just weren't
adding up.
The sky dropped out from underneath them as they entered the void of space. Skyhooks and Satellites and ships flew past them as the planet started to grow smaller against the backdrop of darkness. Finally, the Assault Ship came into view above them. It was a massive hulk of metal, brimming with armaments and hangar bays. As a voice through the ship’s commlink started to relay landing instructions, Terek left the room and went back in to the holding cell. In all he had brought five other Commandos in his squad- enough to deal with one prisoner, or at least he hoped. There was a loud bang and a bump as the ship landed in one of the bays. The doors hissed open, and a senior Republic Officer stood at the bottom of the stairs, alongside ten Republic soldiers.
Terek unlocked the door to the prison cell. Wordlessly, the man got up and stood against the wall, where Terek then attached binders to his hands. Alongside Vernn and another commando, they marched out the ship and down the stairs, to meet their arrival committee.
“Sir,” Terek Greeted. “SG-198, bringing prisoner four-oh-four.”
The man nodded. Terek noticed he was a Commander. “Thank you. Will you be accompanying him all the way to Corellia? I only skimmed through the report this morning.”
“I presume so myself, sir.” Terek replied thoughtfully. He hadn't been given any direct orders after this, but he could see no harm in it.
The Officer gave a waiver of a smile. “It’s always good to have Senate Commandos among us. I will see that you are given accommodation and hospitality aboard my ship.”
With that, Terek and his men followed the party out of the bay and down one of the corridors, heading for the cell block. He would make sure he watched this prisoner very carefully.
