Nu'ro T'arcona

[TheLastLine]

Nu'ro't'arcona

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As portrayed by Uno'tomor in the film adaption of "To there and back again"

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Nickname: Faction: Rank: Strength: Dexterity: Constitution: Intelligence: Wisdom: Charisma:

Nu'ro T`arcona (Nu'ro't'arcona) Galactic Alliance Sennator of Commenor ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■■

Species: Planet of origin: Age: Gender: Height: Weight: Eyes: Force Sensitive:

Twilek Commenor 59 Male 208 cm 90kg Green Yes

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[TheLastLine]

There is something extraordinary in the ordinary; for when a man is born with a mind as bright as the sun, whose strength is as legendary as his bank balance, and who regularly seduces and beds women at a whim –it makes for a very long, very boring story.

However, what is enthralling is the tale of an ordinary man, from an ordinary family, living an extraordinary life, and this is one of those fascinating tales.
It all began many years ago, in a suburb of Chasin City, where the land met the sea.

Now I know what you are thinking, the land meeting the sea? In Cashin City? Yes, believe it or not there once was a sea in the cultural heart of Commenor; a blue ‘sea’ which stretched not for miles, but for meters and was tended to by the kind hearted Twi’lek -Tal'dira T`arcona.

Mr T’arcona was an odd man, odd for he was always optimistic and cheerful. His bright, white teeth and intricately decorated head tails brought him much fame and the fame made his face instantly recognizable to thousands (probably tens of thousands [tens of thousands more faces than he could ever remember!]).

Although Mr T’arcona (a fine and admirable man) led an interesting life; its intricacies warrant not the title ‘fascinating’. That honour belongs to his only son, Nu`ro.
As stated previously, Nu’ro was a fantastically average little boy whose only concerns lay in eating as much candy as he could lay his hands on and annoying his little sisters – Oola and Dia. His mother (Pala) was a nurse and his father (as you may of guessed) a manager at ‘The Seaside’ park near the centre of the Chasin City.

It would be easy to bore you about Nu’ro’s fascination with wildlife, space ships, alien cultures and languages (although the last point is very important). However you are here to hear about his great escape from Arundosh the Hutt’s flying fortress, his close shave on Onderon and how he met his great (and slightly crazy) friend Mantorosh Ordo – aswell as his other adventures of course!

Yet bear with me, for to understand his logic, you need to know a few things about his early, unremarkable years.

His father was a huge influence on him; he always told him that he could do whatever he wanted if he put his mind to it and encouraged his son to do what he enjoyed most. The young Nu’ro (like most children) didn’t know what he wanted until his later years and spent most of his time at the ‘Seaside’ dreaming about Duinuogwuin, Jedi and Mandalorians – while helping his dad tend to the park.

School was another boring necessity which failed to occupy his imagination, maths, physics and science were things that he always struggled with; yet he thrived in language classes (being raised in Ryl, Lekku and Basic, how couldn’t of he had a little advantage ?). He found it fascinating how each language was so peculiar and dedicated a lot of his spare time to learning more and by his seniority was a master of many.

Once he became a teenager his happy demeanour changed and he became dissatisfied with his life, he started to take drugs, not attend classes (which greatly upset his mother and father) and was so confused about the direction of his life that he just spent most of his time getting high and listening to bad music.

Now back to Mr T`arcona for a moment. Tal'dira was a very nice man, but he was not a fool; he couldn’t stand the procrastination and trail of self-destruction which his son seemed so dedicated to follow. Oh no sir, not his son. So one day he made his son sign some papers (and in his ignorance Nu’ro did, not realize what they were – or their significance).

Several days later there was a loud banging on the door a banging which he never forgot as he lazily walked to it, half naked and hung over.

It was the military.

They gave no time for responses or cries as he was herded onto the back of a truck and sent straight to the space port (at this point he realized he probably should of asked his mother why she was crying often as of late!) and was shipped to Kuat.

For the next four years Kuat was to be his home away from home. He trained specifically to be a soldier in the military police and in his service on Kuat, developed a love for the law and a love for justice.

Military life was not for the young Nu’ro however and he detested the exercise, the combat drills (the idea of combat outside that of a holovids frightened him) and the shouting; oh how he hated the shouting. With time he developed a strong belief in self-discipline, hard work and camaraderie.

He also developed some life-long friends, a strange menagerie of people (by this time of course his happy disposition [that he inherited from his father] had returned). There was Gandy (A lungless Gand and Alliance machine gunner), Captain Clueless (Captain Jana Orious of the 453th Artillery Brigade), Lencio Yuoso (Lieutenant of the 3rd Medical Group) and Fasdi Mnordo (An ugly Duros with a habit of telling inappropriate jokes), those are some of the notable friends that he kept contact with over the years; however, Fasdi was by far his best friend and once their time in the military police had ended, they left Kuat headed for Duro with a plan to make a lot of money.

Like most young men’s dreams their plans were semi based in reality and predominantly based in a naïve Galaxy where the majority of people would be in a state of confound amazement at their savvy business style and ruthless (yet fair?) negotiations.

As you can probably presume, it didn’t go well. They lost a lot of money, most of their savings from the military (trying to import cheap land speeders and sell them off). What they didn’t know was the regulations were so tight that it was practically impossible to legally sell their products and therefore they were forced (if they wanted to have the luxury of food again) to relocate, but to where?

The outer rim of course! Where anything and everything was legal – well, mostly. It was Fasdi’s idea. Nu’ro didn’t have a warm feeling when he thought of the smugglers moon, Taris or any planet at the edge of the Galaxy, really!

In retrospect Fasdi agreed that it was a foolish and temperamental affair, dealing with the Hutts and criminals of the Galaxy; it was a somewhat… Late confession as a moment later the ginormous Rancor gobbled him up, whole.

Nu’ro fearing for his life did what little he could to preserve it – mostly by running in an erratic manner to buy himself some time. This time seemed to of save his life for it turns out the Rancor was allergic to Duro and suffered a heart attack (From which it sadly/luckily didn’t recover).

Nu’ro was dragged back to his internment cell where he was left rot. After a few months he managed to convince a Twi’lek slave (with subtle movements with his Lekku) to set him free and in return he would grant her freedom by escaping on his ship.

A great proposition for a woman who had clearly been physically abused and most probably mentally as well for most of her life; however that just wasn’t good enough. She wanted Nu’ro to help her steal some spices from the Hutts, Nu’ro agreed – not that he had a real choice, if he wanted to be free.

After stealing the goods and sneaking through secret tunnels under the palace the pair were free; free and ready to take on the Galaxy. Unfortunately Nu’ro was a kind hearted soul, who believed that the former slave would treat him, how he would treat her; but it would be too simple if that is how it worked. In reality she stole his ship and left him stranded, penniless and wanted on a backwater world. So what did our great protagonist do? He drank till his Leku turned green.

Who would have thought that drinking would have co-incidentally saved his life? For when he thought he was intervening to save an armoured Nautolan from being lynched; to those who whom he was ‘stopping’ he was merely assisting the instigator of the whole affair!

Nu’ro got a good hiding off of a group of angry thugs before the Mandalorian throttled most of them; more thugs arrived and ran into combat with the excitable warrior. One of whom unsheathed a vibrosword and tried to decapitate the warrior; Nu’ro (perhaps wanting to repay the deed [although on later reflection he never knew why]) took a pistol off of one of the incapacitated thugs and blew the shoulder off of the attacker.

After the ‘battle’ the Mandalorian thanked him for his ‘assistance’, taking his helmet off, he shook his hand, a silly mistake as the cantina was soon gassed by the Hutt.

He and the Mandalorian awoke, hung up on what looked like a flag pole which stood at the side of a pleasure yacht that floated precariously high, far above the clouds. The disgusting slug like creature’s voice boomed over the sound system and just before they were ejected, all hell broke loose.

Mantorosh Ordo was a peculiar Mandalorian – many say he still is. What he isn’t however is unprepared. So as they were condemned to oblivion for thievery and incompetence; twenty armed men opened fire on the Hutts forces. Arundosh the Hutt knew his time was up as Mantorosh freed himself.

As he slid down the pole to the deck bellow the Hutt unleashed a barrage on the flag pole, which was damaged and the blind folded, constricted Nu’ro fell off of the yacht and spun to the world below.

Luckily however he was caught by one of the Mercenary floats and freed; Nu’ro was desperate to get away, but the Mercenaries made him wait for Mantorosh. For some reason Mantorosh saw a Mandalorian in the pacifist animal lover and offered to take him to the Mandalore system, to teach him the ways of the Mandalorians; he didn’t really have a choice (being broke and lost) so he accepted.

He enjoyed his time on Mandalore and lived in a very different society to that which he was accustomed; while disappointing Mantorosh and staying an outsider, he learnt the language and made some good friends, eventually creating a business which imported raw materials from outside Mandalorian territory (as the Mandalorians sometimes struggled with the delicate art of diplomacy).

Yet he didn’t feel at home; selling his business (after a considerable amount of time) he prepared himself for another (but not to be the last [to his dismay]) adventure. He wanted to find his crooked old ship and Mantorosh had agreed to help him.

They managed to track down the ship by its registration number to the planet Ambria whose thick deserts and malicious creatures gave nightmares to our hero for years afterwards. The duo (both of which were armed) slowly snuck into a huge cave in the middle of the desert and engaged in a violent fire fight against half a dozen or more men (although in his biography the much older Nu’ro stated it was at least 2 dozen, what old age does to a mind, ‘ey?).

The battle was quick, vicious and soon at an end; victory – or so they thought. On closer inspection it turned out that the perpetrators were part of an alien terrorist organisation – The Diversity Alliance. This group had planned intricate attack on Isis city hoping to destroy an entire section of the city that was densely populated by predominantly poor Humans.

There was no time to waste and although Mantorosh was sceptical he eventually was won around by this award winning argument, “Come on mate, they should be prepared, but they are not half as good as you Mando’s, so cut them some slack”.

Perhaps out of ignorance, perhaps because of haste, perhaps they were just idiots but the duo forgot one thing, the fact that the Onderonians had little to no love for Mandalorians and none, for non-Humans. So when a Mandalorian and Twilek arrived and started to prophesize doom at customs, they were less than impressed.

Once the situation settled down and the intelligence community cottoned on to the attack and begged Nu’ro to pretend to be a part of the movement and help them set up the explosives.

To cut a long story short, that is what he did after much grovelling, hyperbole and downright lying the terrorists thought they had found a valuable ally in the innocent Nu’ro. They hadn’t, and once the security services had found their location all hell broke loose.

It seemed like a sure fire victory until Nu’ro realized that they were going to detonate their explosives early to take as many people as they could with them, but after fighting two terrorists in hand to hand combat Nu’ro managed to subdue them and save thousands of people’s lives, earning him a fancy medal and the right to brag that he is a hero for the rest of his days.

By this time Nu’ro really was home sick; but first he decided to do a year of traveling (for he had a feeling that if he returned home, he would never leave again [how wrong he was !]). He travelled to all the major planets and even into wild space! He travelled all over, even if it was just for a day or so, he found it fascinating but he had a yearning to see his family again.

So after many years of wandering he returned home to his much older family, it was a lovely reunion. Yet if he had learnt anything, it was that stagnation was possible with just a week of idleness, so he got to work, building his business. He started a development agency and personally oversaw projects from start to end and started to earn a lot of money.

Now as I said, he worked hard for his money, nothing came easy; yet when he started to see the abject poverty that a lot of children were born into, he knew there was a fundamental problem with the government and its allocation of funds.

He thought he could make a difference; but how? He was already a member of the “Social Democratic Party” but he was far away from being the leader of his world; too far. He had to create a persona for the media and to do this he wrote an account of his life using almost excessive hyperbole and borderline lies; but it worked.

He became a best-selling author, for as I said at the beginning, there Is something extraordinary in the ordinary; his story resonated with the people. He used his press coverage to promote his charities for helping children access higher education and after many years he was awarded an honorary doctorate in letters.

Eventually he joined the cabinet and became a member of the leading party. Many boring years of beating around the bush later he managed to gain control of congress and become the leader of his world.

He was a good premier, leading social reforms and decentralizing further to local government while increasing legislation in the private sector to stop abuse at work and boosting social welfare drastically and creating new laws to help the youth escape poverty.

Now let us get to the interesting part; after eight years Nu’ro left his position for he felt as if he was just a figure head (this was one of many excuses he gave). The ex-Premier was so popular however that he was voted to be the Senator for Commenor.

Now, this is where things really get interesting.

 

[Padmé]

Cool story, though I'm still scratching my head on this one.....a Twi'lek being the GA representative of Commenor.

 

[TheLastLine]

"My fellow Alliancers(?) , we are made for this moment, and we will seize it"

Also things have changed, people love aliens now this isn't Onderon!! :P

 

[Tribunal Power]

"My fellow Alliancers(?) , we are made for this moment, and we will seize it"

AS LONG AS WE SEIZE IT

TOGETHER​

Really cool character, btw. Always nice to have more politicians to assassinate. :CHappy

 

[TheLastLine]

That picture made me trololol :P!

Yeah come on bro, assasinate me if you got the balls/testicules/hoden/cojones. I doubt it.

Thats what I thought, you would be like this:

What happens when you mess with me bro.

 

[Tribunal Power]

What happens when you mess with me bro.

:CIsee

That's a pretty serious 'holy sh|t!' video. Really though... The gun jammed, and the politician slapped at him (and STILL fell down) before the dood got tackled and gang-raped by angry Bulgarians... Probably the worst assassination attempt since tht time Bush had a close call with a deadly work boot.

The politician is lucky, not tough, and the 'assassin' is a knucklehead.

Be that as it may, I don't want no trouble from your character on the off-chance that he hangs out with large Bulgarian crowds. Now THAT'S security-- not worth it! D:

 

[TheLastLine]

:( I don't think we have Bulgarians in this timeline, I guess I am screwed now.

 

[Tribunal Power]

:( I don't think we have Bulgarians in this timeline, I guess I am screwed now.

No Bulgarians? Crap, looks like I'm scrapping my next character... Maybe in the next timeline. :P

Anyways, sweet character, I'll stop derailing now :CHappy