Rax Halligan
AGE
► 25
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 6'
WEIGHT
► 182
EYE COLOR
► Brown
HAIR COLOR
► Brown
HOMEWORLD
► Taris
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Empire | Navy
RANK
► Lieutenant
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► No, thankfully
BIOGRAPHY
Not Long after his seventeenth birthday boys stopped being boys. They became men, and when they broke the law they were punished. Harshly. A bad line of credit, one too many risky bets on riskier racers, and to no one's surprise but Rax's he was done for. First the creditors came for him, and once they realized a seventeen year old boy had nothing to take, his mother. Their home. When he found her crying on their doorstep Rax realized he had gone too far but there was nothing to be done. She went to live with relatives on Raxus and he was shipped off the the one place his family hoped could make something from next to nothing: the naval academy.
Rax Halligan had gone into the academy a cretin. He had come out a cretin as well, but an intelligent, able cretin. There is a world of difference between the two. Still, his nonchalant confidence and quick wit were not enough to save him from a dead-end posting to a supply depot on Taris. He spent nearly three years there. Shuffling data, moving cargo, inventing problems to solve: that had become his life. Monotony. Soul-crushing monotony. But it was easy, and more importantly he was left alone. That was probably what set him on his new course. A man named Zassus, a commodore he called himself, came through looking to make off-the-record transfers. Rax was happy to oblige, especially once the credits began falling into his pocket. When the naval provosts raided the depot Rax was conveniently off-base. It was incredibly convenient. Too convenient for Internal Affairs. Only Commodore Zassus' prompt intervention saved Rax from a court martial. Given command of a newly minted Raider Corvette, the Second Lance, he was removed from Internal Affairs' sights by virtue of a jurisdictional quirk. The executioner's hand had been stayed but the easy life was over. Like it or not Rax was out on his own.
Skills
Rax Halligan has always been more of a lover than a fighter. More particularly a lover of himself, but also of talking to and at other people. While some call it cheap charm others call it easy charisma; a rose by any other name. He is quick-witted, adaptable, and has - despite himself - a mind for three-dimensional space combat. Rax is a prodigious card player and perhaps because of that fact a multitasker. He is a mediocre shot with a blaster and can land a personal starship in less than three pieces.
Equipment
+ Two code cylinders
+ Blaster pistol
+ PGC-2021 Smartpad
+ Raider III-Class Corvette the Second Lance
+ Two TIE/ST "TIE Standard" Starfighters
Relationships
(To Follow)
Story
- Look Away! ― Rax Halligan accompanies an Imperial diplomat to the planet of Velmor where the Empire agrees to assist the local government in quelling dissent among the native Velmoc ― Incomplete
- Operation: Stellar Hook | Prologue ― Rax Halligan is recruited by ISB representatives to assist in a cover recovery mission ― Incomplete
- In the Wake of Frost | These Damned Idealists ― Rax Halligan is mistakenly rotated to frontline duty and assists in putting down rebels on Bastion ― Incomplete
- In the Interest of Time ― Rax Halligan assists his superior, Commodore Zassus (NPC) in organizing the emergency meeting on Raxus for the organization of the defense effort against the Hutt invasion ― Incomplete
- Centering on Centares ― Rax Halligan accompanies a taskforce dispatched to repel the Hutt Incursion on Centares under direct orders from Grand Moff Pollux ― Incomplete
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