Natah Du'Kense
Natah Du'Kense
Inventory: 1 Blaster Pistol (1E), 1 Basic Lightsaber (1E)
- 1182 Credits
- 1 Backpack (+5E)
- 2 Comlink
- 1 Datapad (1E)
- 1 Holo Messenger (0E)
- 1 Saber Hilt (double bladed) (1E)
- 1 Tent (4E)
- 1 Glowing Crystal from the caves (Darkness around it)
- 2 Ration
- 2 Stimpacks
- 1 Bottle of Chateau Mubb (1E)
- Concealing Robes (1E)
- Armored Robes (5E)
- Fancy Imperial Swag (classy wardrobe)
Natah
| Soak | Br | Ag | Int | Cu | Will | Pr | Wound | Strain | Def |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 3 | 2 | 3 | 2 | 3 | 2 | 2 | 12 | 12 | 0 |
Basic Lightsaber
A lightsaber, classic style
| Skill | Damage | Crit | Range | Encum | Hard Points | Price | Rarity | Special Abilities |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Lightsaber | 6 | 2 | Engaged | 1 | 5 | (R)9,300 | 4 | Breach 1, Sunder |
Ancient Sword
A Solid Blade
| Skill | Damage | Crit | Range | Encum | Hard Points | Price | Rarity | Special Abilities |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Lightsaber | +2 | 3 | Engaged | 3 | 1 | 350 | 8 | Defensive 1 |
Blaster Pistol
A Standard Blaster
| Skill | Dam | Crit | Range | Encum | Hard Points | Price | Rarity | Special Ability |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Ranged (Light) | 6 | 3 | Medium | 1 | 2 | 400 | 4 | Stun Setting |
Physical Description
Special abilities
Force User
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
Feeeeeeeemale
Sexuality
Yes ;)
Education
Imperial education
Accomplishments & Achievements
Sliced Kaina Forrel's arms off.
Got Maris taken by Imperials
Can eat 5 Mygeeto burritos in one sitting
Failures & Embarrassments
Had a hand in the loss of two Imperial bases
Mental Trauma
Sad backstory :(
Social
Social Aptitude
Able to blend into different socioeconomic classes easily
Hobbies & Pets
Bop Bipp whom she loves very much
Speech
Good
Relationships
Adopted by an Imperial Navy Commander, Natah is a force sensitive human female. Though a staunch Imperial, she finds her loyalties tested while adventuring with the group. She is a wild card.
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Honorary & Occupational Titles
Previously; Inquisitor
Birthplace
Tages
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Reles
Gender
Female
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Platinum
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Olive
Career: Sentinel Specializations: Shadow, Shien Expert Career Skills: Coercion, Cool, Deception, Perception, Piloting-Space, Skulduggery, Stealth, Streetwise, Lightsaber, Core Worlds, Underworld Talents: Sleight of Mind, Well Rounded, Shroud, Street Smarts, Mental Fortress, Indistinguishable, Street Smarts, Shien Technique, Reflect Force Rating: 1 Force:
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[Coded Transmission: Natah Du'Kense]
[Coded Transmission: Natah Du'Kense]
Dearest Maris,
It seems wherever I go, failure follows. In my wake I leave behind the remnants of two Imperial bases, on two planets. It is a great undertaking that none of this has affected my father. He doesn’t know. I have changed aliases so many times, changed my appearance, lied, killed. Machinations of how to clear my name fill every waking moment. There is no rest.
The two newcomers I told you about before have left. Kaveri too. I’m unsure of where Lurkesh has gone. The rest I presume dead in the explosion of our ship. I didn’t cause it, but I didn’t prevent it either.
The objective of this transmission, despite the above paragraphs, isn’t about past woes. I find myself filled with a new purpose, a new mission that I dare not send in a coded message. There will be many who oppose me,but they will fall like chaff in the wind. I am stronger. And with that new strength I can feel that you are alive (however distantly). I am proud of you. For you to have survived the rigors of The Empire means my aspirations for you were not displaced. That, my sweet Maris, is something I did not fail in.
We will create the galaxy we dreamed about in our long talks by the lake.
Until we meet again,
Natah Du’Kense
[Transmission failed to send: Recipient not found]
My chains
I can’t believe it. Whether fate or luck or nothing, there he stands in front of me.
I had memorized the angles and planes of his face. Watched countless holograms of him. Found and read his entire career history before his disappearance. The moment I knew he was the Commanding Officer of the bombardment of Tages I was obsessed. And not in a good way.
He begins to drone on and on, and for a moment I am forced to listen. Listen to him talk about destroying yet another world. He speaks with such fervor, with such a savior complex. I can feel the air turn to ozone around me. With a cautious glance I check to see if anyone has noticed. They remain oblivious. I force the feeling down. Deep inside where the eternal hatred of Hugo Tannis dwelled.
I can’t listen anymore; can’t follow any conversation
There were only the sounds of Storm Troopers running through the tunnels, yelling about an incoming bombardment.
Only the sounds of my mother and father finding me, shouting for my brother. Where was he? We were just watching the Dejarik games...
Only our cries as the smooth rock ceilings started to crack, dust coating everyone who was running. The coughing as it filled our lungs.
The rumbling and falling of tons of rock, screams, then silence.
Silence until an Imperial Naval officer found me.
Somewhere else, I could hear my group mates speak. The imperial scientists plead their cases about saving Felucia. But, the native Felucians are in pain. I can feel it. I can feel the people dying in the tunnels. But, the Imperials saved me. It was the Republic who destroyed Tages. Hugo is wearing an Imperial uniform. I can’t think clearly. Why could I only save myself? Why couldn’t I be stronger? My mothers hand still clutches my arm- where is my father under these rocks? Where is he?
“Hugo Tannis.” I say, loud and clear. The rage of a thousand unanswered questions fills me as I ask “Do you remember me?”
Decision
I thought it would be easier to come to a decision by nightfall. I gave myself a full day of thought and enough hours for the Dipill to wear off. I meditate on my thoughts. Or try to at least. Though I am loathe to admit it, there is a part of me that still is fond of him.
Him. A wave of hatred washes over me, and I fall flat onto the grass. I roll over, placing a hand over my eyes blocking the stars above me. It’s simple. It’s a do it or don’t do it situation. If I don’t do it now, I can always do it at a later time. There’s no time limitation here. No impending deadline. I can put it off indefinitely.
It.
It.
It.
A breeze blows from the west, with it bringing the scent of that village. An omen then?
I take out my Holo messenger and record a short sentence. “You will see me again.” I send it to Heder. I don’t bother encrypting it. I don’t bother with an explanation either. Such was our professional relationship. I make no mention of his other messages; listening to them was embarrassment enough. This task is over much too soon. The true reason why I am outside begins to gnaw at my mind anew.
Another gust from the west. I take a few moments to linger on some cherished memories, but I dare not dally in them. That time is over and there is nothing left for me but to act. Regardless of my brave front, it takes me a few attempts to get the wording right. To get the words as neutral and efficient as possible. I read it many times over. Then I make sure I’m sending it on the correct channel. I even take the trouble to encrypt it. With a final revision I send the message to Imperial Command.
On the planet Spintr, west of the city of Reles and south of the ruins lies a village by a lake. A young farmer named Maris lives there. He is force sensitive.
He will be able to leave this planet. He will see the universe, see planets and places his mind cannot imagine. Soon his podunk town (and family) will be a distant memory. A blip like farthest stars. He will find solace in the force. He will find power.
I light my saber. It burns the night away in a glow of red. I spark my cigarra on the beam and snap the switch off. Taking a deep drag I look to the west. If I squint I can see the distant lights of a village there.
I hope none of the smoke gets into house Pubblub. I know Hethan hates the smell and I wonder if Wonks lungs are fully healed. I smoke the rest of the Cigarra outside, never minding the cold air. I am not a monster after all.
I should be peeved
I realize that in this Dipill induced whimsy, I should be peeved. After all, I just lost my Inquisitor status because of two offensive vagabonds (who are equally offensive to the olfactory senses).Instead I find myself on a cloud. A dense jovial cloud. Anyways, I suppose it doesn't matter (though, that might be the Dipill talking). I have a plan, even more grander and rash than the last. I am sure it will work, I have gone over it hundreds of times in my head. Of course in my moments of doubt, loyal HK is there to give me another dose.
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