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Post by Brickule on Jan 31, 2015 23:26:30 GMT -5
Name: Nickbit
Race: Jawa
Age: 23
Birthplace: Tattooine
Allegiance:Self-employed/freelancer
Status: Mechanic and inventor.
Rank: Tech’ hustler
Height/Weight: 33 inches/55 pounds
Appearance:Standing at 33 inches tall, Nickbit is shorter than the average Jawa height of 40 inches. He is clad in the usual tattered, rough knit, brown robes and black face shroud that his race is known for. Under his hood it appears that he has glowing yellowish eyes, many people think these are natural, but are actually goggles built into his attire. Around his waist is a utility belt with 3 pouches (One black, two brown) and over his right shoulder is a Bantha-leather shoulder bag with fur on the flap. The most noticeable feature about him is a tarnished Republic naval badge on his robe from a previous salvage, showing the rank of Rear-Admiral, he has no clue what it is.
He carries himself with a little bit of a hunch, when relaxed he will sit slouched in his chair, and move his hands around more often when he talks. But, when concentrating (such as when negotiating a deal or working on a job) his back straightens up and his shoulders are held up with more confidence, and he uses slower hand gestures (often used to lead the other side of the negotiation into a false sense of security). When excited, be it excitement about finding new technology or simply being frustrated, his hands move with greater speed when talking (often flailing around aimlessly when REALLY excited or frustrated), if he gets angry enough he will begin hopping up and down to put more emphasis on his distress. If he is nervous or panicking, he will seem very fidgety, nervously playing with whatever is in his hands (if nothing is in his hands, his hands will nervously rub together), he can't help this, so if you see him with a thermal detonator, try to keep him calm.
Personality:
He is a paranoid little guy, who is a little twitchy and easily startled. As he walks through the crowds he carefully observes those around him, he will hold tight to his bag and move it away from others if they pass too close, fearing that they might snatch his belongings.
He is easily annoyed and will get frustrated with other races if he can’t get his point across, viewing them as “weak, tall, beings who wouldn’t know a good deal if it up and jumped into their wallet”. If frustrated long enough, he will reveal that he has quite a temper and try to scare anyone into submission, not that an angry space rat that stands a little less than 3 feet tall dressed in a brown robe throwing a tantrum is very intimidating… but he will try.
Nickbit will trade and barter for scrap and other wares, but will not hesitate to con or steal if he has the chance, “It is not my fault if they are stupid and incapable of protecting their own salvage”.
If he spots technology that he is not familiar with, he gets very excited, and will stop at nothing to get a look at the internal mechanisms, this often times will get him into trouble.
Ships/Vehicles:
An extremely run down SoroSuub TT-6 landspeeder.
This particular landspeeder doesn’t seem to have any of its original parts left, all the components have been swapped out over the years and it is now a patchwork of many colors. The drive turbines stall randomly, when it kicks back in, a loud *bang* is emitted and heavy black smoke shoots out from in-between the outer plating of the turbines. The repulsorlift however is in perfect condition, and has been modified for an extra three meters of altitude.
Equipment:
A tool kit with an assortment of tools, anything Nickbit would need to work on a vehicle, starship, droid, or weapon, he keeps these in his black pouch.
A restraining bolt and remote is in one of the brown pouches.
The final pouch has small bits like screws, bolts, and the odd circuit board here and there.
A small hold-out blaster—unknown model, if you know a list of weapons from the days of the Old Republic lemme know. (in his tiny hands it’s as good as a standard pistol)It is kept hidden in a fold of his robes, it has its own belt and holster to keep from falling out.
A datapad, unbeknownst to him, it once belonged to a high ranking Republic officer, and still contains encrypted data. It contains a small library of training videos and applications from the Republic Naval Officers Academy.
One, Serv-O-Droid brand R-8009 Utility droid. Designation: R1-0493 “Rio” for short. It is a dusty droid, plated in an unpainted metal that in years past might have been shiny chrome. It’s only audio communication is a chirping/clicking sound (like pit droids, not that they are invented yet). It follows Nickbit around and helps clean parts for him.
Stats:
Strength – Below Average, but still enough to work loose a stubborn bolt or two.
Agility – Above Average, One has to be swift and nimble to escape angry sand people, a bantha stampede, or a potential “customer” from a deal that went bad.
Intelligence – Superior, what he has in being small, weak, and smelly, he makes up for in being rather intelligent and highly observant.
Charisma – Average, sometimes this suffers due to his race’s foul odor.
Combat Training:
unskilled in Blasters. If he had a good enough targeting system and heads-up-display, he might be able to hit the broadside of a hutt from 10 feet away, other than that, he figures- “If I fill the air with enough hot plasma, I might hit something eventually, or frighten them long enough for me to run away.”
Novice of Starship naval tactics. He has fiddled around with some training programs from the Republic Naval Academy. He likes to think he is a bit of an expert on the subject.
Novice of Close Combat-Dirty dealings style. He can’t punch hard, or back flip, but he can stomp your toes, punch you in the nuts, or do some other dirty trick that gives him time to run.
Other Training:
Expert Mechanic, he can rebuild and repair anything from a vid-com remote to the hyper drive on a capital ship.
Adept Computer tech, can hack into lower grade security systems, and most common programs.
Apprentice Pilot: If you need a getaway driver, he can get you places, and knows how to run the engine to get a bit more speed. But your nice shiny sport-speeder might have a few (and by that I mean a lot) new scratches and dents by the end of it.
Adept Droid AI programing: Want a small droid to wash dishes and clean the carpets? Or maybe a security butler that can determine friend/foe just by scanning their body language? He can probably do that; just don’t be surprised when your robo-butler lets him in during the night to raid your sustenance-cryo box and take half the electronic components in your living room.
Adept Con artist/Barterer: He knows how to turn some words around, trick less tech-savvy people, and get himself a better deal, or lower their guard long enough for him to steal from them and get away.
Languages
Jawaese—Speaking and Writing
Jawa Trade Language—Speaking and Writing
Galactic Standard (Aurebesh)—he can write and read this, as well as understand when it is spoken, but Jawas are physically incapable of speaking this language and cannot form the sounds.
Biography:
Nickbit grew up just like any other jawa on the desert planet of Tattooine, he stayed at the clan fortress in his childhood. Shorter than the average jawa, the other juveniles often made fun of him, this lead to Nickbit keeping to himself and fiddling with making his own inventions.
When he was 13 he built a contraption that was supposed to help change the treads on sandcrawlers, this did not go well. When the clan chief looked over the machine it was politely deemed “more dangerous and uncontrollable than a Krayt Dragon during mating season” and he was informed not to take it within 300 yards of a sandcrawler.
This warning of course completely went over Nickbit’s head, and as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he proceeded to test the invention.
One night word came of a sandcrawler that had broken a set of tracks just a couple miles away. Nikbit quickly proceeded to steal one of the clan’s hover tractors and towed his invention out to the crawler. When he arrived the crew of the crawler were very skeptical about the invention and went to talk to the captain. Before they returned Nickbit had already set it up and started it up, the machine started up just fine, but quickly started to flail about and smash into the sides of the sandcrawler. The captain came out just in time to catch sight of the back quarter of the crawler being torn apart, throwing track links everywhere. Nickbit sheepishly turned his invention off and started nervously walking over to the captain, but before he could say anything his contraption spontaneously combusted, spreading burning oil over half of the remaining sandcrawler.
Needless to say, the captain of the crawler was very cross now, and started raising the blaster rifle that he used as a walking stick. That was all the motivation Nickbit needed, he bolted off into the night and fled into the desert, doing his best not to leave a trail back to his clan’s fortress.
Upon arriving back at the fortress a day later, he was apprehended by two of the guards and brought to the clan chief. There he saw the crawler captain waiting with the chief, words were exchanged between the two when Nickbit was within sight. The chief then informed Nickbit that the captain didn’t get a good look at the jawa that destroyed his crawler as it was too dark. Nickbit, seeing he might have a chance, declared that he had sold the invention to a visiting jawa a couple days ago. When asked about where he was the past day, he pulled a hubba gourd out of his pack and said he was foraging.
The captain, unsatisfied, demanded that some kind of punishment would be given for him having invented the machine in the first place. The chief declared that Nickbit would be assisting the females for two years, helping them with menial tasks like cloth making and farming, and adding insult to injury was labeled as contraband in marriage trades for eternity.
Three years later he reprogramed a maintenance droid to weave cloth (without spontaneously combusting), this got the attention of the adult males who until then had considered Nickbit a useless failure. Reluctantly the chief gave Nickbit permission to join the scavenger hunt and go out in the clan’s sandcrawler, and so he began his career in scavenging.
One night a sand storm quickly came upon the scavenging team and Nickbit got separated from the others. Coming upon a cave he took shelter from the storm which lasted two days. When the storm had subsided, he set out to find his people. After wandering for hours he came across an escape pod that the shifting sands must have uncovered, inside he found some dry rations, an old corpse, a datapad, and a slightly damaged R-8009 Utility Droid. He browsed the files on the datapad, not quite understanding the language which he recognized as Aurebesh, he just kept pushing random buttons for a bit. Page after page of words and diagrams, after a few minutes, clicking on a diagram brought up a video. It depicted a space battle, showing hundreds of starfighters zooming through the vacuum, followed by a ship so large that he almost didn’t believe it could exist. Several times during the video it would pause and an overlay with words and lines would pop-up pointing at ships, and then arrows would move showing possible actions for the ships. He pressed one, and the ships started moving in the direction he selected. The Massive ship seemed to charge up a weapon and fire at another ship that had jumped in from hyperspace, it unleashed the charged blaster and--- the datapad lost power.
Nickbit stashed it in his shoulder bag, and went to work on the droid, after fiddling with it for a couple minutes, it rebooted and the repulsor-drive lifted it a few inches off the floor. There was a large dent where Nickbit assumed the memory drive was located, he put a restraining bolt on the droid, and gave it a basic command to follow him around.
After rummaging around in the escape pod, he was satisfied that all the valuables were found, and just before setting out, he noticed the shiny badge on the corpse’s clothing. He snatched it up and fastened it to his robes.
[/quote]--Unknown to Nickbit, the corpse was from a rear-admiral in the republic navy, he had become injured during an attack by unknown assailants, and before his ship was destroyed, jettisoned in an escape module. The pod was hit by point defense weapons on the attacking ship and the inertia-dampeners were damaged, this resulted in the admiral being killed in the crash. The attackers were not able to find the pod, and it was soon covered by the changing dunes on Tattooine.
The datapad contains training manuals for naval admirals and schematics of Republic ship classes, including a secret ship that is still in development. If these were to fall into the wrong hands, the enemies of the republic would know the weaknesses of Republic ships, and several of their advanced tactics.
The droid, registration: R1-0493 was the admiral’s personal assistant and was linked directly to the ship’s sensors. The ship’s communications were jammed and the distress signal didn’t reach the republic. The droid is the only witness left who can tell who the attackers were, unfortunately the memory banks are damaged--[/quote]
After another day of wandering he managed to find a small Jawa outpost and bartered for transportation to the nearest town where he hoped to meet back up with his clan.
That night he tinkered with the datapad, charging it up and looking at more files. Many of the files were password protected, and he was unable to view them.
But he kept going back to the video with the giant starship, and kept pressing different arrows and commands. Each one led to a new outcome, sometimes the ship he was in command of would be destroyed, sometimes he would destroy the other one, and sometimes they would both end up damaged and adrift. He still didn’t understand the words, but he did understand that somewhere out there, the galaxy has massive ships floating around, just waiting to be salvaged... just waiting for him.
Three days later he arrived at a small backwater space port, and indeed found his clan’s sandcrawler there, they didn’t welcome him back, instead they poked fun at him for getting lost, and being so short. It was at that moment that he came up with his plan… to get off this planet, and salvage across the stars. He told himself that if he came back with the biggest ship he could find, and crashed it right outside the clan fortress, that they’d have to take him seriously and consider him for marriage trades.
That was one year ago, since then he has watched out for himself and gone from town to town, salvaging and trading on his own. Once word spreads throughout the settlement that he is a tricky and untrustworthy source of mechanical parts, he quickly moves on to the next town. He has been trying to earn enough credits to get off planet so that he may begin his quest, his only companion is the droid from the escape pod, now nicknamed “Rio”.
In this year he has learned to read Aurebesh, and now recognizes that the files are to teach people to direct large numbers of ship in combat, he studies these when bored, convinced that they hold a secret knowledge that will help him gain wealth and prestige in the salvage business. Nickbit couldn’t care less who is in these battles, or who wins, all he knows is that there are a lot of these battles, and that means a LOT of salvage.
Despite being fairly skilled at hacking, he can’t get past the considerable firewalls protecting most of the files, he hopes one day to hone his skills and finally see what is contained within. Convinced that everyone is as untrustworthy as himself, he will not allow anyone to see the datapad, fearing they will try to cut in on his grand salvage plans.
Roleplay Sample:
The gruff looking human scratched his beard while looking at the jawa, he looked down at the mechanical component in its hand. *I sure don’t want to pay that much for it, but I really need it to repair the moisture harvester.* he thought to himself.
He let out a long sigh and finally made an offer: “I will pay 30 credits”
Nickbit grunted and responded in the simplified version of his language.
“Counter offer, 38”
the human replied with “32”
“37”
“34”
“34”
“39”
Rio moved his head back and forth looking at the participants as they argued about the price, it grew bored and turned to look down the street and observe the many sounds of the market.
“Alright, 69 and not a bit more” The human finally barked out.
In the confusion Nickbit had turned the tables around and tricked the human into going higher, the dumb, tall alien of course thought it was his own idea.
Nickbit squeaked and nodded in approval, then stepped closer to take the money and finish the deal.
The Human held out the payment and was ready to go through with it, but then started getting a confused look on his face. He started to pull his hand back “Hey, what’s the meaning of--!”
Nickbit snatched the money up, and all of a sudden stomped his boot onto the human’s toes.
The Human let out a howl of pain, and grabbed his foot.
Nickbit, now 69 credits richer, and still in possession of the components, turned around and ran down the street.
Rio turned back to look at his master and the human, only to find the human growling and turning to look at the droid. Rio closed then opened its camera shutters to focus, in what could only have been described as a confused blinking. It turned to look down the street seeing Nickbit ducking into the alleyway where he had parked his speeder. Rio turned back to the human, and chirped in what could almost translate as a shrug, and shot off down the street to catch up with its master.
Race: Jawa
Age: 23
Birthplace: Tattooine
Allegiance:Self-employed/freelancer
Status: Mechanic and inventor.
Rank: Tech’ hustler
Height/Weight: 33 inches/55 pounds
Appearance:Standing at 33 inches tall, Nickbit is shorter than the average Jawa height of 40 inches. He is clad in the usual tattered, rough knit, brown robes and black face shroud that his race is known for. Under his hood it appears that he has glowing yellowish eyes, many people think these are natural, but are actually goggles built into his attire. Around his waist is a utility belt with 3 pouches (One black, two brown) and over his right shoulder is a Bantha-leather shoulder bag with fur on the flap. The most noticeable feature about him is a tarnished Republic naval badge on his robe from a previous salvage, showing the rank of Rear-Admiral, he has no clue what it is.
He carries himself with a little bit of a hunch, when relaxed he will sit slouched in his chair, and move his hands around more often when he talks. But, when concentrating (such as when negotiating a deal or working on a job) his back straightens up and his shoulders are held up with more confidence, and he uses slower hand gestures (often used to lead the other side of the negotiation into a false sense of security). When excited, be it excitement about finding new technology or simply being frustrated, his hands move with greater speed when talking (often flailing around aimlessly when REALLY excited or frustrated), if he gets angry enough he will begin hopping up and down to put more emphasis on his distress. If he is nervous or panicking, he will seem very fidgety, nervously playing with whatever is in his hands (if nothing is in his hands, his hands will nervously rub together), he can't help this, so if you see him with a thermal detonator, try to keep him calm.
Personality:
He is a paranoid little guy, who is a little twitchy and easily startled. As he walks through the crowds he carefully observes those around him, he will hold tight to his bag and move it away from others if they pass too close, fearing that they might snatch his belongings.
He is easily annoyed and will get frustrated with other races if he can’t get his point across, viewing them as “weak, tall, beings who wouldn’t know a good deal if it up and jumped into their wallet”. If frustrated long enough, he will reveal that he has quite a temper and try to scare anyone into submission, not that an angry space rat that stands a little less than 3 feet tall dressed in a brown robe throwing a tantrum is very intimidating… but he will try.
Nickbit will trade and barter for scrap and other wares, but will not hesitate to con or steal if he has the chance, “It is not my fault if they are stupid and incapable of protecting their own salvage”.
If he spots technology that he is not familiar with, he gets very excited, and will stop at nothing to get a look at the internal mechanisms, this often times will get him into trouble.
Ships/Vehicles:
An extremely run down SoroSuub TT-6 landspeeder.
This particular landspeeder doesn’t seem to have any of its original parts left, all the components have been swapped out over the years and it is now a patchwork of many colors. The drive turbines stall randomly, when it kicks back in, a loud *bang* is emitted and heavy black smoke shoots out from in-between the outer plating of the turbines. The repulsorlift however is in perfect condition, and has been modified for an extra three meters of altitude.
Equipment:
A tool kit with an assortment of tools, anything Nickbit would need to work on a vehicle, starship, droid, or weapon, he keeps these in his black pouch.
A restraining bolt and remote is in one of the brown pouches.
The final pouch has small bits like screws, bolts, and the odd circuit board here and there.
A small hold-out blaster—unknown model, if you know a list of weapons from the days of the Old Republic lemme know. (in his tiny hands it’s as good as a standard pistol)It is kept hidden in a fold of his robes, it has its own belt and holster to keep from falling out.
A datapad, unbeknownst to him, it once belonged to a high ranking Republic officer, and still contains encrypted data. It contains a small library of training videos and applications from the Republic Naval Officers Academy.
One, Serv-O-Droid brand R-8009 Utility droid. Designation: R1-0493 “Rio” for short. It is a dusty droid, plated in an unpainted metal that in years past might have been shiny chrome. It’s only audio communication is a chirping/clicking sound (like pit droids, not that they are invented yet). It follows Nickbit around and helps clean parts for him.
Stats:
Strength – Below Average, but still enough to work loose a stubborn bolt or two.
Agility – Above Average, One has to be swift and nimble to escape angry sand people, a bantha stampede, or a potential “customer” from a deal that went bad.
Intelligence – Superior, what he has in being small, weak, and smelly, he makes up for in being rather intelligent and highly observant.
Charisma – Average, sometimes this suffers due to his race’s foul odor.
Combat Training:
unskilled in Blasters. If he had a good enough targeting system and heads-up-display, he might be able to hit the broadside of a hutt from 10 feet away, other than that, he figures- “If I fill the air with enough hot plasma, I might hit something eventually, or frighten them long enough for me to run away.”
Novice of Starship naval tactics. He has fiddled around with some training programs from the Republic Naval Academy. He likes to think he is a bit of an expert on the subject.
Novice of Close Combat-Dirty dealings style. He can’t punch hard, or back flip, but he can stomp your toes, punch you in the nuts, or do some other dirty trick that gives him time to run.
Other Training:
Expert Mechanic, he can rebuild and repair anything from a vid-com remote to the hyper drive on a capital ship.
Adept Computer tech, can hack into lower grade security systems, and most common programs.
Apprentice Pilot: If you need a getaway driver, he can get you places, and knows how to run the engine to get a bit more speed. But your nice shiny sport-speeder might have a few (and by that I mean a lot) new scratches and dents by the end of it.
Adept Droid AI programing: Want a small droid to wash dishes and clean the carpets? Or maybe a security butler that can determine friend/foe just by scanning their body language? He can probably do that; just don’t be surprised when your robo-butler lets him in during the night to raid your sustenance-cryo box and take half the electronic components in your living room.
Adept Con artist/Barterer: He knows how to turn some words around, trick less tech-savvy people, and get himself a better deal, or lower their guard long enough for him to steal from them and get away.
Languages
Jawaese—Speaking and Writing
Jawa Trade Language—Speaking and Writing
Galactic Standard (Aurebesh)—he can write and read this, as well as understand when it is spoken, but Jawas are physically incapable of speaking this language and cannot form the sounds.
Biography:
Nickbit grew up just like any other jawa on the desert planet of Tattooine, he stayed at the clan fortress in his childhood. Shorter than the average jawa, the other juveniles often made fun of him, this lead to Nickbit keeping to himself and fiddling with making his own inventions.
When he was 13 he built a contraption that was supposed to help change the treads on sandcrawlers, this did not go well. When the clan chief looked over the machine it was politely deemed “more dangerous and uncontrollable than a Krayt Dragon during mating season” and he was informed not to take it within 300 yards of a sandcrawler.
This warning of course completely went over Nickbit’s head, and as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he proceeded to test the invention.
One night word came of a sandcrawler that had broken a set of tracks just a couple miles away. Nikbit quickly proceeded to steal one of the clan’s hover tractors and towed his invention out to the crawler. When he arrived the crew of the crawler were very skeptical about the invention and went to talk to the captain. Before they returned Nickbit had already set it up and started it up, the machine started up just fine, but quickly started to flail about and smash into the sides of the sandcrawler. The captain came out just in time to catch sight of the back quarter of the crawler being torn apart, throwing track links everywhere. Nickbit sheepishly turned his invention off and started nervously walking over to the captain, but before he could say anything his contraption spontaneously combusted, spreading burning oil over half of the remaining sandcrawler.
Needless to say, the captain of the crawler was very cross now, and started raising the blaster rifle that he used as a walking stick. That was all the motivation Nickbit needed, he bolted off into the night and fled into the desert, doing his best not to leave a trail back to his clan’s fortress.
Upon arriving back at the fortress a day later, he was apprehended by two of the guards and brought to the clan chief. There he saw the crawler captain waiting with the chief, words were exchanged between the two when Nickbit was within sight. The chief then informed Nickbit that the captain didn’t get a good look at the jawa that destroyed his crawler as it was too dark. Nickbit, seeing he might have a chance, declared that he had sold the invention to a visiting jawa a couple days ago. When asked about where he was the past day, he pulled a hubba gourd out of his pack and said he was foraging.
The captain, unsatisfied, demanded that some kind of punishment would be given for him having invented the machine in the first place. The chief declared that Nickbit would be assisting the females for two years, helping them with menial tasks like cloth making and farming, and adding insult to injury was labeled as contraband in marriage trades for eternity.
Three years later he reprogramed a maintenance droid to weave cloth (without spontaneously combusting), this got the attention of the adult males who until then had considered Nickbit a useless failure. Reluctantly the chief gave Nickbit permission to join the scavenger hunt and go out in the clan’s sandcrawler, and so he began his career in scavenging.
One night a sand storm quickly came upon the scavenging team and Nickbit got separated from the others. Coming upon a cave he took shelter from the storm which lasted two days. When the storm had subsided, he set out to find his people. After wandering for hours he came across an escape pod that the shifting sands must have uncovered, inside he found some dry rations, an old corpse, a datapad, and a slightly damaged R-8009 Utility Droid. He browsed the files on the datapad, not quite understanding the language which he recognized as Aurebesh, he just kept pushing random buttons for a bit. Page after page of words and diagrams, after a few minutes, clicking on a diagram brought up a video. It depicted a space battle, showing hundreds of starfighters zooming through the vacuum, followed by a ship so large that he almost didn’t believe it could exist. Several times during the video it would pause and an overlay with words and lines would pop-up pointing at ships, and then arrows would move showing possible actions for the ships. He pressed one, and the ships started moving in the direction he selected. The Massive ship seemed to charge up a weapon and fire at another ship that had jumped in from hyperspace, it unleashed the charged blaster and--- the datapad lost power.
Nickbit stashed it in his shoulder bag, and went to work on the droid, after fiddling with it for a couple minutes, it rebooted and the repulsor-drive lifted it a few inches off the floor. There was a large dent where Nickbit assumed the memory drive was located, he put a restraining bolt on the droid, and gave it a basic command to follow him around.
After rummaging around in the escape pod, he was satisfied that all the valuables were found, and just before setting out, he noticed the shiny badge on the corpse’s clothing. He snatched it up and fastened it to his robes.
[/quote]--Unknown to Nickbit, the corpse was from a rear-admiral in the republic navy, he had become injured during an attack by unknown assailants, and before his ship was destroyed, jettisoned in an escape module. The pod was hit by point defense weapons on the attacking ship and the inertia-dampeners were damaged, this resulted in the admiral being killed in the crash. The attackers were not able to find the pod, and it was soon covered by the changing dunes on Tattooine.
The datapad contains training manuals for naval admirals and schematics of Republic ship classes, including a secret ship that is still in development. If these were to fall into the wrong hands, the enemies of the republic would know the weaknesses of Republic ships, and several of their advanced tactics.
The droid, registration: R1-0493 was the admiral’s personal assistant and was linked directly to the ship’s sensors. The ship’s communications were jammed and the distress signal didn’t reach the republic. The droid is the only witness left who can tell who the attackers were, unfortunately the memory banks are damaged--[/quote]
After another day of wandering he managed to find a small Jawa outpost and bartered for transportation to the nearest town where he hoped to meet back up with his clan.
That night he tinkered with the datapad, charging it up and looking at more files. Many of the files were password protected, and he was unable to view them.
But he kept going back to the video with the giant starship, and kept pressing different arrows and commands. Each one led to a new outcome, sometimes the ship he was in command of would be destroyed, sometimes he would destroy the other one, and sometimes they would both end up damaged and adrift. He still didn’t understand the words, but he did understand that somewhere out there, the galaxy has massive ships floating around, just waiting to be salvaged... just waiting for him.
Three days later he arrived at a small backwater space port, and indeed found his clan’s sandcrawler there, they didn’t welcome him back, instead they poked fun at him for getting lost, and being so short. It was at that moment that he came up with his plan… to get off this planet, and salvage across the stars. He told himself that if he came back with the biggest ship he could find, and crashed it right outside the clan fortress, that they’d have to take him seriously and consider him for marriage trades.
That was one year ago, since then he has watched out for himself and gone from town to town, salvaging and trading on his own. Once word spreads throughout the settlement that he is a tricky and untrustworthy source of mechanical parts, he quickly moves on to the next town. He has been trying to earn enough credits to get off planet so that he may begin his quest, his only companion is the droid from the escape pod, now nicknamed “Rio”.
In this year he has learned to read Aurebesh, and now recognizes that the files are to teach people to direct large numbers of ship in combat, he studies these when bored, convinced that they hold a secret knowledge that will help him gain wealth and prestige in the salvage business. Nickbit couldn’t care less who is in these battles, or who wins, all he knows is that there are a lot of these battles, and that means a LOT of salvage.
Despite being fairly skilled at hacking, he can’t get past the considerable firewalls protecting most of the files, he hopes one day to hone his skills and finally see what is contained within. Convinced that everyone is as untrustworthy as himself, he will not allow anyone to see the datapad, fearing they will try to cut in on his grand salvage plans.
Roleplay Sample:
The gruff looking human scratched his beard while looking at the jawa, he looked down at the mechanical component in its hand. *I sure don’t want to pay that much for it, but I really need it to repair the moisture harvester.* he thought to himself.
He let out a long sigh and finally made an offer: “I will pay 30 credits”
Nickbit grunted and responded in the simplified version of his language.
“Counter offer, 38”
the human replied with “32”
“37”
“34”
“34”
“39”
Rio moved his head back and forth looking at the participants as they argued about the price, it grew bored and turned to look down the street and observe the many sounds of the market.
“Alright, 69 and not a bit more” The human finally barked out.
In the confusion Nickbit had turned the tables around and tricked the human into going higher, the dumb, tall alien of course thought it was his own idea.
Nickbit squeaked and nodded in approval, then stepped closer to take the money and finish the deal.
The Human held out the payment and was ready to go through with it, but then started getting a confused look on his face. He started to pull his hand back “Hey, what’s the meaning of--!”
Nickbit snatched the money up, and all of a sudden stomped his boot onto the human’s toes.
The Human let out a howl of pain, and grabbed his foot.
Nickbit, now 69 credits richer, and still in possession of the components, turned around and ran down the street.
Rio turned back to look at his master and the human, only to find the human growling and turning to look at the droid. Rio closed then opened its camera shutters to focus, in what could only have been described as a confused blinking. It turned to look down the street seeing Nickbit ducking into the alleyway where he had parked his speeder. Rio turned back to the human, and chirped in what could almost translate as a shrug, and shot off down the street to catch up with its master.
