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((Yay! My first Bogan!))
"And you thought I cared about who you are? I never wanted to be a Jedi, which is why I chose the dark instead..."
-Vane Kale Gared, "Duel of fates" duel with Jainee Heron
Bogan holocron of Lord Van; Kale Gared, the idealist
Like a Jedi named Jainee Heron, I too am an odd one of my kind. The normal fur coats are red, with red hair and nothing more. Jainee was the first blue amaran, while I am the first yellow. Sorta like we're meant for each other, ya know? Pshh, **** that! I hate the Jedi... I always will. They're slimy treacherous whiny bitches.
Why would someone like me, who is oh so "gifted" in the force, hate the Jedi? I don't know. I just do. I don't have to have a reason to hate them do I? Well, if you must ask, it's because I'm jealous. They can go through everything they go through and still be joyful, only wanting to help and bring peace! What the ****?! How does it even make sense?!
Sorry, didn't mean to scare you there. I know it sounds like my life is just another sad sap story which is why I turned to the Bogan, but truth is, I didn't have that kind of life. I mean, damn! I had it good! Both my parents were successful business people in the Hutt empire, I had a full road to the pilot academy, I could've even worked with emperor himself! So nah, my life was good.
The thing was, I knew I had powers. I could see inside peoples' heads. I could punch someone and make him go flying. There were even times where I sent a yellow lightning bolt from my hand and zapped the utter shit out of people! Hell, I loved it! I tried to keep it a secret from others, but I then found out others already knew about me. Others with similar powers and lusts...
That was when they found me. They explained the darkness in my heart, told me I was meant to be a great master of the dark side of the force. Shit, I wanted it. They helped me grow my power, strengthen it. But it wouldn't stop there; I had to start killing things.
My first lightsaber was obviously red, but that soon changed. After my days as an alcolyte, my blade became yellow to match my fur. It was signature. Hell, I thought it was damn sexy! But that's besides the point.
Oh, yeah, that's right, my skills as a pilot! See, I was a freighter pilot before a dark Jedi... damn that sounds so good. But yeah, I was a pilot, and a damn good one too. I could fly a star cruiser through the eye of a needle. I wanted to try it too, but logic prohibited it. My crew is a bunch of assholes and bitches, but I love those guys. I guess you could say it's the same scenerio as that Jainee bitch, but that's my pilot life.
Oh, right, I'm sure you want to see my ship now... Well, check it out. It's a large freighter capable of docking two fighter ships and at least fifty passengers with a fifteen-man crew, and that's if you want comfortable enough space. She has six twin-ion blast cannons that retract inside the ship, with five small guns strategically placed all over the ship. It's pretty bulky, so speed isn't that high, but its' defenses make up for it. It takes two pilots on the bridge to drive excluding myself and the first mate. the hyperspace engine is first class to allow the most comfortable passage through the bumpiest hyperspace flights. I call it "Zues."
Leyla Cunningham; 19-year-old Amaran; first mate of the Zues. She enjoys spending credits on drinks and hates men who constantly try to get some of her.
Jane Leanna; 12-year-old human; chief pilot of the Zues. Enjoys comics and soft drinks, hates rules.
Frey Roads; 17-year-old human; pilot of the zues. Enjoys drinking and girls, hates assholes.
More to come, so hold tight... [Gotta find the right images]
Kale Gared "Vane"
21
Amaran, yellow
male
6'
178lbs
force sensitive
powers;
telepathy, push, choke, lightning (very basic understanding)
saber forms;
Juyo (basic understanding)
"And you thought I cared about who you are? I never wanted to be a Jedi, which is why I chose the dark instead..."
-Vane Kale Gared, "Duel of fates" duel with Jainee Heron
Bogan holocron of Lord Van; Kale Gared, the idealist
Like a Jedi named Jainee Heron, I too am an odd one of my kind. The normal fur coats are red, with red hair and nothing more. Jainee was the first blue amaran, while I am the first yellow. Sorta like we're meant for each other, ya know? Pshh, **** that! I hate the Jedi... I always will. They're slimy treacherous whiny bitches.
Why would someone like me, who is oh so "gifted" in the force, hate the Jedi? I don't know. I just do. I don't have to have a reason to hate them do I? Well, if you must ask, it's because I'm jealous. They can go through everything they go through and still be joyful, only wanting to help and bring peace! What the ****?! How does it even make sense?!
Sorry, didn't mean to scare you there. I know it sounds like my life is just another sad sap story which is why I turned to the Bogan, but truth is, I didn't have that kind of life. I mean, damn! I had it good! Both my parents were successful business people in the Hutt empire, I had a full road to the pilot academy, I could've even worked with emperor himself! So nah, my life was good.
The thing was, I knew I had powers. I could see inside peoples' heads. I could punch someone and make him go flying. There were even times where I sent a yellow lightning bolt from my hand and zapped the utter shit out of people! Hell, I loved it! I tried to keep it a secret from others, but I then found out others already knew about me. Others with similar powers and lusts...
That was when they found me. They explained the darkness in my heart, told me I was meant to be a great master of the dark side of the force. Shit, I wanted it. They helped me grow my power, strengthen it. But it wouldn't stop there; I had to start killing things.
My first lightsaber was obviously red, but that soon changed. After my days as an alcolyte, my blade became yellow to match my fur. It was signature. Hell, I thought it was damn sexy! But that's besides the point.
Oh, yeah, that's right, my skills as a pilot! See, I was a freighter pilot before a dark Jedi... damn that sounds so good. But yeah, I was a pilot, and a damn good one too. I could fly a star cruiser through the eye of a needle. I wanted to try it too, but logic prohibited it. My crew is a bunch of assholes and bitches, but I love those guys. I guess you could say it's the same scenerio as that Jainee bitch, but that's my pilot life.
Oh, right, I'm sure you want to see my ship now... Well, check it out. It's a large freighter capable of docking two fighter ships and at least fifty passengers with a fifteen-man crew, and that's if you want comfortable enough space. She has six twin-ion blast cannons that retract inside the ship, with five small guns strategically placed all over the ship. It's pretty bulky, so speed isn't that high, but its' defenses make up for it. It takes two pilots on the bridge to drive excluding myself and the first mate. the hyperspace engine is first class to allow the most comfortable passage through the bumpiest hyperspace flights. I call it "Zues."
More to come, so hold tight... [Gotta find the right images]
Kale Gared "Vane"
21
Amaran, yellow
male
6'
178lbs
force sensitive
powers;
telepathy, push, choke, lightning (very basic understanding)
saber forms;
Juyo (basic understanding)
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