(((Okay, here is my attempt at the Gotal NPC...
Hopefully it'll get easier...
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Captain Nariss Crianth of the Republic army was uneasy. The female Gotal, nicknamed "Risk" by her subordinates and a few of her commanding officers had been sent along with her squad of a dozen crack soldiers to assist a trio of Jedi. Apparently the new Chancellor was worried. An outpost on the planet of Ordo had stopped registering, its signal absent. Suspecting a plot from the Sith, she had immediately summoned the Senate and the Jedi Council, asking for help. Nariss herself wasn't so sure that three Jedi and 13 soldiers was entirely necessary but then again, she had her orders. She and her men were there to help out the Jedi, nothing more.
Earlier on the trip over from Coruscant, she and her men had spent little time resting. Some of them were excited about the possibility of engaging the Sith military. Most of them were just, like her, wary about what was going to happen. Either the Chancellor was being overcautious, or maybe someone bigger was going on here than just a few Sith trying to capture an outpost.
She could feel the tension in the air quite literally with her horns. The horns could sense electromagnetic fields and emissions from other beings, including their emotions. A natural telepath, for most of the trip she had to sequester herself alone in a cabin so she could think straight about the coming mission. With all the worry and excitement intermingling throughout her squad, it had been almost deafening in the common room for her.
Except for with her distinctive horns and dark brown fur and other facial features, Nariss was similar in body structure to most humans. And so it was easy for her to fill out her Republic Army uniform with the captain's insignia on it. Her empathic nature and lack of outward emotions due to sensing them through her horns enabled her to go up the ranks of the army quite swiftly. She used her horns' ability to track her prey, now more than just game animals, now enemy soldiers.
Risk gained her nickname during a particularly grisly mission when she formed a plan that, seemingly suicidal, gained the day for the Republic with very few casualties. She knew that many other officers would have been cautious to use the same tactics as her, but with her nonsense leading skills she put everything in motion, her ever-loyal soldiers at her side.
And now she found herself perhaps going into another similar situation. Smoothing down her camo uniform, she left the silence of her cabin to check on her men and prep their weapons. There were thirteen of them altogether, including Nariss. Eight humans, two Rodians, a Duros and an Anx, with Risk the Gotal being the only female in the squad. All were great shots with either blaster or rifle; she had made sure of that. The Rodians were demolitions experts. The Anx, martial arts. And the Duros was an expert slicer. The humans brought the raw brawn, doing all the odd jobs. And, of course, Nariss was the brains and the leader of the outfit.
A few moments later, the ship had landed and she and her men were filing out down the ramp after the Jedi. It was time to figure this thing out, once and for all. Was it simply a few random Sith who had decided to take over a Republic outpost? There was no other sign of invasion, no Naval ships surrounding Ordo, nothing. Or perhaps it was just simply a malfunction that the human communications officer could fix, and they could be on their way in a couple hours? Or... and she hesitated to think, even for her, that maybe it was more than just Sith... maybe those dark Jedi Sith folks... or maybe a band of pirates of smugglers, hoping to use the outpost for scrap.
Risk scanned the horizon, not seeing anything remotely looking like an outpost. Nor did she see anything out of place. But that was hardly a perfect solution. As all Gotals, her eyesight wasn't very strong, since they relied almost entirely on their horns to sense where things were. But she had her datapad with coordinates to the station plus all her soldiers were equipped with microbinoculars. If the building was still standing, they would find it. A glance at her datapad reinforced her memory of which direction to head in, and she turned her attention to the Jedi, trying to keep a straight face. Not hard to do, as a Gotal who rarely used emotion.
Even if they couldn't see the outpost at the moment, she was not yet worried. They perhaps landed too far away. Or the soldiers who had ran it used a high degree of camouflage. Or any other host of reasons. She and her squad themselves were attired in fatigues aimed to blend into the surface of Ordo, the only things standing out being their black weapons. Nariss nodded to the trio of Jedi, speaking in her unfortunate monotone voice, a species trait.
"The outpost should be 16 kilometers due west of here." Since her horns could only sense up to about 10 km, this was another fact that wasn't alerting her to any particular trouble physically. But emotionally, she could feel the alertness of her soldiers and of the Jedi. Everyone was highly strung right now. She needed to do something about that. Perhaps a nice long walk.
"Now, I don't believe we have enough speeder bikes to make the trip faster, so I hope everyone has good walking shoes on." Coming from anyone else, this may have sounded like a joke, but in her expressionless voice, it merely sounded drab.
"Let's head out." And with that, she lead her soldiers off away from their ship in an westerly direction.
(((Okay, I don't know what you guys want to do... maybe talk amongst yourselves during the walk?)))
EDIT: Just to change dialogue color.
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