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As the bell chimed a young girl of four or five opened the door to see a tall man standing in front of her. He looked down kindly at her and smiled "Hi there. Are your parents at home?" "Mm hmm." she replied nodding. She ran into the house shouting "Daddy, Daddy, someone's here to see you." As the man pushed the door open he saw a man slightly older than him step into the seating area and pick up the girl. Carrying her he walked to the door and asked, "Yes?" "Hello Sir," replied the man "I assume you are Mr. Gordan?" As the other man nodded he continued with a smile "Nice to meet you Sir. I am Jared Norr, from Infitech Engineering, you called us about a problem with your prosthetics." "Ah, yes. Come in, come in." replied Mr. Gordan. "I almost thought you weren't coming today," he said, leading Jared into the seating room, "It was starting to get late." "I am exceedingly sorry for the delay Sir, but your call was a little last minute. But its part of our job to come and help you as and when you require, so here I am. What seems to be the problem?"
Sending his daughter into the other room he took off his shirt to reveal his completely mechanized left arm. "I was on my way home when this moron ran straight into me and knocked me into the ground. Ever since then my arm hasn't been moving as smoothly." "Let me have a look." Jared began examining the prosthetic and taking out tools from his bag began making adjustments, "Its nothing major sir, replacing a few parts and a few minutes of recalibration and you will be back to normal." After around ten minutes he said, "There, all done."
Half an hour later as Jared sat in the back of a speeder cab he switched on a personal computer and typed in a few lines of code. A video stream of Mr. Gordan's house showed up on the screen. It had been very simple to float out a bunch of these monitoring cams while he was fixing Mr. Gordan's hand, the force was indeed a handy tool for those who knew how to use it. Hitting a few more keys he changed the view and the screen changed. After a few tries he found the stream he was looking for. There they were. All together and in the kitchen on top of that, Lucky me, he thought with a smile. He began typing some more instructions and then began moving the small joystick he had attached to the computer. On the screen Mr. Gordan gave a sudden shout as his left hand began moving and picked up a knife that was lying close to him. His wife turned around and the next moment the knife went flying and embedded itself in Mrs. Gordan's throat. As she fell face-first to the floor the knife went right though her neck and her blood started flowing everywhere. As the young girl looked up from the picture she was drawing, she saw her mother fall and seeing the blood began screaming. She did the natural thing and ran to her father who was just staring at his wife. Suddenly he heard his daughter scream for a second and when he looked down he saw his left hand crushing her throat. The next second the hand let her go and her limp body fell to the floor. Stunned by what had happened over the course of the past five to six seconds, Mr. Gordan just stared at his hands. Jared sent a few commands which would destroy all the cams scattered in Mr. Gordan's house as well as the override chip he had attached to his prosthetic arm. In his catatonic state Mr. Gordan didn't even feel anything as the small chip was destroyed. As the cab reached Jared's destination he stepped out from the cab and threw his bag into a disposal bin. A few minutes later even that exploded. As he walked away his features slowly changed and reverted to his real ones, pale face, shaved head, reddish-brown beard. Just like Mr. Gordan's family Jared Norr no longer existed.
When the CSF finally showed up a day later they found Mr. Gordan sitting next to the body of his wife and child holding a knife and laughing manically. When they tried to calm him down he attacked a CSF agent with the knife and in the ensuing scuffle was shot dead. As Jev Alamat read about this in the news he smiled to himself. Mr. Gordan had ever been the target, just his wife and child. Well, three dead was better than two.
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Bogan flagship Faithless
Conscio system.
Within a dark chamber, hidden within the shadows lay a sleeping darkness waiting to be unleashed, a beast simmering quietly within the confines of its mind. He did not remember how long he had been sitting there all by himself. It might have been hours, or days. He could not remember, he didn't care. Ledo's demise had brought his life crashing down all around him, had changed everything. He had known it the moment it had happened, the small part of his mind where Ledo would always emerge had gone cold, shattering the link he had with Ledo. He had been lost then, not knowing what to do, where to go.
But things had changed even more than he had anticipated, more than he could ever have imagined. He had been surprised by how much Ledo's death was affecting him. He had lost his purpose in life, not knowing what to do without Ledo's guiding hand on his shoulders. Ledo had taught him everything he knew, had been the one constant in his life for a long time. His death had left a gaping hole in his life that he did not know how to fill.
But then he had found her, or more exactly she had found him. Demoly, his sister, his only surviving family. He had long thought her dead, given up on ever meeting her again. Finding out that she was not only alive, but that Ledo had known about her along, had made him question some things he had long believed in. Like his undying faith in Ledo. The man had known of his sister all these years, but never told him about her. That, more than anything else had shaken his faith in Ledo.
Maybe it was for the best then that Ledo was dead, because if he had found out about all this before he would have confronted Ledo, an action that would surely have ended in his death. He was nowhere near deluded enough to believe that he could have defeated Ledo, his strength was yet to reach levels such as those. He had never questioned Ledo's strength before, never doubted the fact that he was unbeatable. But he had been defeated, killed by hands Jev knew nothing of. He had realized that there was power even greater than Ledo's in the galaxy, power that he now yearned for. He had changed then, his doubts vanished, his path that much more clearer. He was not strong enough to have been able to face either Ledo, or those who had killed him, still far from that level. But reach those levels he would, one way or another. What he would do once he had that power was still unknown to him. That was why he was here, aboard the Bogan vessel, amongst his new brothers, searching for power, searching for a new purpose.
Sending his daughter into the other room he took off his shirt to reveal his completely mechanized left arm. "I was on my way home when this moron ran straight into me and knocked me into the ground. Ever since then my arm hasn't been moving as smoothly." "Let me have a look." Jared began examining the prosthetic and taking out tools from his bag began making adjustments, "Its nothing major sir, replacing a few parts and a few minutes of recalibration and you will be back to normal." After around ten minutes he said, "There, all done."
Half an hour later as Jared sat in the back of a speeder cab he switched on a personal computer and typed in a few lines of code. A video stream of Mr. Gordan's house showed up on the screen. It had been very simple to float out a bunch of these monitoring cams while he was fixing Mr. Gordan's hand, the force was indeed a handy tool for those who knew how to use it. Hitting a few more keys he changed the view and the screen changed. After a few tries he found the stream he was looking for. There they were. All together and in the kitchen on top of that, Lucky me, he thought with a smile. He began typing some more instructions and then began moving the small joystick he had attached to the computer. On the screen Mr. Gordan gave a sudden shout as his left hand began moving and picked up a knife that was lying close to him. His wife turned around and the next moment the knife went flying and embedded itself in Mrs. Gordan's throat. As she fell face-first to the floor the knife went right though her neck and her blood started flowing everywhere. As the young girl looked up from the picture she was drawing, she saw her mother fall and seeing the blood began screaming. She did the natural thing and ran to her father who was just staring at his wife. Suddenly he heard his daughter scream for a second and when he looked down he saw his left hand crushing her throat. The next second the hand let her go and her limp body fell to the floor. Stunned by what had happened over the course of the past five to six seconds, Mr. Gordan just stared at his hands. Jared sent a few commands which would destroy all the cams scattered in Mr. Gordan's house as well as the override chip he had attached to his prosthetic arm. In his catatonic state Mr. Gordan didn't even feel anything as the small chip was destroyed. As the cab reached Jared's destination he stepped out from the cab and threw his bag into a disposal bin. A few minutes later even that exploded. As he walked away his features slowly changed and reverted to his real ones, pale face, shaved head, reddish-brown beard. Just like Mr. Gordan's family Jared Norr no longer existed.
When the CSF finally showed up a day later they found Mr. Gordan sitting next to the body of his wife and child holding a knife and laughing manically. When they tried to calm him down he attacked a CSF agent with the knife and in the ensuing scuffle was shot dead. As Jev Alamat read about this in the news he smiled to himself. Mr. Gordan had ever been the target, just his wife and child. Well, three dead was better than two.
************
Conscio system.
Within a dark chamber, hidden within the shadows lay a sleeping darkness waiting to be unleashed, a beast simmering quietly within the confines of its mind. He did not remember how long he had been sitting there all by himself. It might have been hours, or days. He could not remember, he didn't care. Ledo's demise had brought his life crashing down all around him, had changed everything. He had known it the moment it had happened, the small part of his mind where Ledo would always emerge had gone cold, shattering the link he had with Ledo. He had been lost then, not knowing what to do, where to go.
But things had changed even more than he had anticipated, more than he could ever have imagined. He had been surprised by how much Ledo's death was affecting him. He had lost his purpose in life, not knowing what to do without Ledo's guiding hand on his shoulders. Ledo had taught him everything he knew, had been the one constant in his life for a long time. His death had left a gaping hole in his life that he did not know how to fill.
But then he had found her, or more exactly she had found him. Demoly, his sister, his only surviving family. He had long thought her dead, given up on ever meeting her again. Finding out that she was not only alive, but that Ledo had known about her along, had made him question some things he had long believed in. Like his undying faith in Ledo. The man had known of his sister all these years, but never told him about her. That, more than anything else had shaken his faith in Ledo.
Maybe it was for the best then that Ledo was dead, because if he had found out about all this before he would have confronted Ledo, an action that would surely have ended in his death. He was nowhere near deluded enough to believe that he could have defeated Ledo, his strength was yet to reach levels such as those. He had never questioned Ledo's strength before, never doubted the fact that he was unbeatable. But he had been defeated, killed by hands Jev knew nothing of. He had realized that there was power even greater than Ledo's in the galaxy, power that he now yearned for. He had changed then, his doubts vanished, his path that much more clearer. He was not strong enough to have been able to face either Ledo, or those who had killed him, still far from that level. But reach those levels he would, one way or another. What he would do once he had that power was still unknown to him. That was why he was here, aboard the Bogan vessel, amongst his new brothers, searching for power, searching for a new purpose.
INFORMATION
NAME:
Jev Alamat
FACTION:
Dark Jedi of the Bogan
RANK:
Dark Master, Assassin
SPECIES:
Human/Zabrak Hybrid
AGE:
32
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
6'1"
WEIGHT:
170 Pounds
EYES:
Amber
HAIR:
Brown
SKIN:
Fair
FAMILY:
Demoly Alamat (Twin Sister)
Jev Alamat
FACTION:
Dark Jedi of the Bogan
RANK:
Dark Master, Assassin
SPECIES:
Human/Zabrak Hybrid
AGE:
32
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
6'1"
WEIGHT:
170 Pounds
EYES:
Amber
HAIR:
Brown
SKIN:
Fair
FAMILY:
Demoly Alamat (Twin Sister)
FORCE POWERS:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
-Farsight
-Precognition
-Telepathy
Force Concealment
Force Rage
Force Lightning
Force Speed
Healing Trance
Alter Image
Alter Environment
Force Drain
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Form VI: Niman (Along with knowledge of Jar'Kai)
Form II: Makashi
SKILLS:
Skilled Duelist
Advanced knowledge of Engineering and Physics related fields
GEAR:
Comlink, Datapad, Lightsabers.
LIGHTSABER:
Two crimson-bladed lightsabers
KILLS:
Knot Vulsuav (NPC'd by Lyeric)
ROLE-PLAYS:
Different is Good (Jev's training/third kill)
Malon's Apprenticeship
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