A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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Observation was something prized where he came from to, but for other reasons. In a gang situational awareness was a necessity of survival, else you were liable to end up the next one dead on the street. His certainly wasn’t honed to the same degree, but Jalek was far from being wholly unaware. He could feel the other man’s eyes on him, but similarly played it off, shrugging a shoulder with a slight, crooked smile. At least this wouldn’t be an entirely boring trip, then.
“To answer your question, it could use some work.” This was how he read people, but so far he had to admit he wasn’t gleaning anything extensive from his companion. Not for a want of trying, but rather because he was apparently even more guarded than the Morellian himself. Unsurprising, if the stories he’d heard about his species’ homeworld were true. Even less surprising, given what he set out to accomplish.
Shrugging a shoulder, he continued his retort, “Slicing seems like a useful tool for someone like you to have in their repertoire. It gets you places you want to be quickly and easily, and doesn’t draw much attention if you know what you’re doing. But then, it’s easier to hire people.” Not exactly an insult, depending on which way he took it. This was just more testing the waters, and it was rare that he ever truly made an attempt to create enemies. That wasn’t beneficial in his line of work.
In contrast to what he assumed was appropriate to call his business partner - employer? - they’d never discussed the specifics of that relationship - Jalek didn’t prefer to spend his time in contemplation. Quite the opposite, rather. He preferred to keep himself occupied, and right now that meant, well, not really much of anything given that they were in hyperspace. There was nothing to do except wait, and that was far from his strong suit.
So, wandering. It wasn’t the most ideal, he certainly didn’t like it, but it was better than doing nothing. Eventually that led him to the bridge, and it was there he found the man that had brought him onboard in the first place, seemingly occupied with other matters. Plopping down in the copilot’s chair, he glanced over at the other man and then to the pilot’s display, skimming the readings.
"Well, on the bright side, this shouldn’t be too difficult. It’s old tech, means it should only take a couple minutes. They never bother teaching you to work your own stuff?" Not that he was complaining, their ignorance meant he got paid. It was more an idle curiosity, especially given the Umbarans were so concerned with political gain and being one step ahead of the next person in line.
"In the meantime, maybe try this thing called conversation. It helps make things less fucking boring, and it helps when you feel like shit - which, in case you were wondering, it’s obvious you do."
Familial Ties Mother: N/A - never really knew her Father: Kenth Sathora - resident dealer and gang member Other relationship(s): Azrayl Ventus (employer)
Physical Characteristics Height: 6’ Weight: 147 lbs Species: Morellian Eye color: Green Hair color: Ginger Skin color: Caucasian Are you Force-sensitive? No.
Emotional and Mental Characteristics Language(s): Basic Positive Traits: + Despite what most like to think, Jalek is rather intelligent, especially when it comes to matters concerning technology in all its forms. + He’s a very quick thinker, something that’s become a necessity to his survival with all the trouble he gets himself into. + Being alive for seventy-three years gives one the opportunity to master any number of different skills, and for Jalek that meant slicing.
Negative Traits: - Talks too much, too sarcastically, at not always opportune times. - “Slow down” isn’t in his vocabulary, and he has a penchant of getting in over his head due to the fact that he doesn’t know when to back down from a challenge. - Has a bit of a problem with authority.
History Born on Taris, Jalek is what some would consider a rather textbook case of juvenile delinquency that carried on well into his adult years - though that has a different meaning for his species in comparison to Humans across the galaxy. Raised by a single father largely involved in gang activity, criminal dealings were considered the norm from very early on in his life, and he learned not to think twice about them - after all, his father’s dealing is what help put food on the table.
As he grew older he began getting involved in the gang himself by small increments, something his father didn’t necessarily outright encourage, nor did the man do anything to deter it. However, Jalek didn’t find his niche in trading spice, but rather in the technological aspects of the criminal underworld, particularly slicing. It was a skill viewed as rather novelty by the rest of the gang, and soon put to good use as he aged and their enterprises continued to expand.
Eventually he struck out on his own off-world, making his way across numerous planets in the Outer and Mid-rim either for jobs or simply for the sake of sightseeing and adventure. His work was mostly the freelance sort, doing this or that odd job for a gangster or, on rare occasions, a white-collar businessman who didn’t want to get their own hands dirty.
While not necessarily an extremely lucrative way of life, he more than gets by, and certainly makes more than his fair share of credits. Recently he’s been hired on by an Umbaran by the name of Azrayl Ventus, and the two are beginning a rather interesting working relationship.