Tarek Lawson

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TAREK LAWSON

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THE GUMSHOE

SCOUNDREL!




FULL NAME: TAREK LAWSON
HOMEWORLD: CORELLIA
OCCUPATION: DETECTIVE

AGE: 31
SPECIES: HUMAN

HEIGHT: 1.7 M
WEIGHT: 74

EYE COLOR: BROWN
HAIR COLOR: BROWN
SKIN COLOR: FAIR

FORCE SENSITIVITY: NEGATIVE

FACTION: NONE
RANK: TBD
"Kid, you don't stay in my line of work without it changing you. No matter how good you are at your job, there's always going to be something keeping you awake. A particularly disturbing crime scene. A homicide you never solved. The bad guy who got away. The grieving wife you never consoled. Pain is part of the job, kid, and there's no sense in denying it. Sometimes, you hit a case that takes you across the stars. Something so amazing, you have to catch it, but so terrible at the same time that you have to run from it. That's why I fly, kid."
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STATS
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Tarek Lawson is a cop from the mean streets of Corellia. He moves fast, acts fast, and thinks fast. His training as a police officer led to a level of strength and endurance above the common man. He can overpower many foes in hand-to-hand combat, though this is in the case of humanoid thugs. His tolerance for pain is high, though his philosophy of 'you don't feel pain if you don't get hit' has worked out better for him so far. That said, he has high amounts of stamina and can pursue a fleeing target on foot almost relentlessly. As a detective, he is constantly hunched over his desk, working on the latest case. This requires large amounts of concentration and intelligence. Tarek has a tendency to think outside the box and can come to informed, correct conclusions during many cases. He is also knowledgeable about many things as a result of learning at the University of Corellia, in addition to hands-on experience. He has a tendency to spot patterns that others can't, making him an asset to the law enforcement on Corellia.

With such skills comes cockiness, and Tarek is no stranger to being smug and overconfident. He is headstrong and hot-headed, sometimes rushing into combat without thinking. During interrogations, he tends to play the part of the 'bad cop.' This cockiness is an asset, however, and he uses it frequently to get what he wants. Tarek has a knack for getting out of sticky situations with a few words and a twinkle of his eye... in addition to a few smug comments. As slippery as Tarek is with words, he is even better with actions. His aim with a blaster is incredible; almost without match. He is a legend in the police forces. In the criminal world, he is well-known. He is also one of the best pilots in the Border Alliance, if not the galaxy.

FEATS
BLASTERS: MASTERFUL
PILOTING: MASTERFUL
INVESTIGATION: MASTERFUL
LEGALITY: INTERMEDIATE
REPAIR: INTERMEDIATE
HACKING: BASIC
HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT: BASIC
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PERSONALITY
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Tarek is a cop willing to bend the law to bring in his suspect. While he never breaks the law, he knows what he can and cannot do in order to bring someone or something to justice. His charismatic nature leads to an air of cockiness. Tarek has a quick wit and an even quicker draw, both of which frequently get him in and out of trouble. His sharp wit is matched by a sharp mind, which frequently aids in his cases. Tarek is as likely to crack a joke as he is to come to a breakthrough on a case.

His sharp wit is secretly a coping mechanism, a way to forget the one case that every detective has, no matter how good they are: the homicide case involving the man who killed his wife. In an effort to keep his mind clear from sentiment and bitterness, he has a constant output of jokes and sarcastic comments. Soon after his wife died, Tarek almost succumbed to his vices: drinking and spice. While he is clean of spice, Tarek frequently resorts to using alcohol where his wit fails to keep his mind clear. He is rarely seen without a glass of whiskey in his hands whilst aboard his ship: the Scarlet Sparrow.

LIKES
The Border Alliance
Alcohol
Jokes
Practicing his shooting
Solving cases
Helping others
Competence
The Scarlet Sparrow
NEUTRAL
The Jedi
The Senate
Droids
Mandalorians
DISLIKES
Sith
Law-breakers
Suffering
Thinking about his wife
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THE SCARLET SPARROW
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CLASS: MODIFIED CN-130g FREIGHTER
MANUFACTURER: CORELLIAN AEROSPACE MANUFACTURING CORPORATION

HYPERDRIVE CLASS: CLASS .782
MINIMUM CREW: 2

LENGTH: 32M
WIDTH: 27M

ARMAMENT:
  • SIDE-MOUNTED HEAVY CANNON
  • 2X CAMC FX10 STOCK QUAD CANNONS
  • VENTRAL K4 ANTI-PERSONNEL CANNON
  • 3X MISSILE TORPEDO TUBES

DESCRIPTION: The Scarlet Sparrow is a modified CN-130g freighter Tarek acquired when he apprehended Arbat Reiss, a criminal under the employ of Brock the Hutt. Already heavily modified by Reiss, Tarek used the Scarlet Sparrow for the first time on Malastare, when Reiss abandoned it in an attempt to bait Tarek into a trap. He rigged the engines to explode, but the over-active circuit breaker cut power to one of the engines. Tarek used the ship to chase the ship Reiss was on through the atmosphere of Malastare, eventually taking Reiss into custody. After learning that the Scarlet Sparrow had kept up with a ship despite using backup engines on reduced power, Tarek fixed the engines and kept the ship for himself.

As a Corellian ship, the Scarlet Sparrow is maneuverable, but not very pretty. As a result of constant modifications, the Sparrow is one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. The Sparrow's dual engines are capable of providing extraordinary thrust and atmospheric maneuverability. A primary set of ion thrusters is located on the back of the ship while a stabilizing/supplementary set of thrusters is located on the back of the cargo bay. As a result of the massive thrusters, the ship is noted for being incredibly loud, especially in full-thrust.

The bridge of the ship is located on a raised loft, with a galaxy map located behind the pilot's chair. The bridge sits three people: a pilot and co-pilot in front and a gunner in a swiveling seat. A short ladder climb takes one into the galley, which seats a pazaak table, a mini-bar, and a food dispenser. Monitoring stations and equipment line the walls of the galley. In the center of the room is a holoprojector, which generally displays a holographic image of the planet the Sparrow is on or orbiting. That said, it projects anything from holomessages to movies.

The aft of the ship holds the crew quarters. Originally, there were two crew quarters with eight bunks each. However, Tarak removed the beds from one of the quarters and used it as his own private office, which holds desks, computers, and holoprojectors required to aid Tarek in his cases. The other crew quarter remains unchanged.

The boarding ramp is located on the starboard section of the ship, a short walk from the galley. On the starboard side is the holding cell. Two holding cells, once located in adjacent emergency eyewash stations, are soundproof and blaster-resistant. If Tarek wishes, he can activate an energy field that causes pain when the transparisteel of the holding cells are hit, but the circuit breaker prevents him from using it all the time.

A short walk down a hallway will take one to the cargo hold, which stores Tarek's police cruiser.


COCKPIT
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GALLEY
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ENGINE ROOM
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TAREK'S OFFICE
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EQUIPMENT
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BIOGRAPHY
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TAREK LAWSON IN: WONDER YEARS

The story of my life isn't a happy one. Never has been. I was born in Coronet City and grew up for most of my life on the mean streets of Coronet in a little apartment. 138th and Onasi. My parents weren't exactly good people. My father was a drunk; he'd come home after a long day at who-the-hell-knows and drink. Not like he wasn't drinking when he was out. He was a mean son of a bitch too; one wrong look and whack! Right on the side of the head. I still think my right ear is lopsided from how many times he punched it.

He never rose a fist against my mother. Didn't have the guts, didn't have the reason, who knows? He acted like she didn't even exist. I know there was a time they were happy, but that was one child and a few-too-many drinks ago. Their marriage was as shot as his damned liver. To be honest, I can't say I envy my mother. I'd rather be the one with the sore ear than the invisible one.

Anyway, my mother was a drunk too, so bloody ears were an abundance in our little family. Not sure what it was about those two and my kriffing ears.

They were mean drunks and I'm a mean drunk. If it's any indication to my parenting abilities, it's a good thing I don't have any kids. Fun didn't last too long; dear old father had a heart attack when I was ten that kept him in bed and me out of ear-hitting range at all-times. I spent most of my time in the plaza or on the streets than stay in that depressing apartment.

When I was sixteen, my mother went missing. Just out of nowhere, the house is one person emptier. My father pretended to be worried, but I was the only damn person in the apartment who cared. I worked with the police and did what I could to take care of my father for a week and a half before a detective told us she booked passage off Corellia. While it gave me even more of a reason to hate my old man, it did give me enough of an appreciation for law enforcement that I found direction in life. When I was eighteen, I went to the University of Corellia and majored in criminal justice.

TAREK LAWSON: ROOKIE

Looking back, I think I view the past through rose-colored goggles a little too much. In all honesty, those days were rough, especially when I first joined the force. I was right out of college, with a degree in my hand and a naive smile on my face. I joined a precinct in the slums of Coronet City, over by the docks. The guys at the station called it 'The Crater.' The squat buildings of The Crater were dwarfed by the skyscrapers of Coronet City. It looked like some city planner had just decided to stop everything in one part of the city in particular.

I had a run-down apartment and an unreliable water pistol as a blaster. Our apartment was right next to the tram tracks, so every so often, we'd hear the roar of a rocket tram race past our apartment and shake everything inside. It was uncanny how many times that damn thing woke me up at night. But, in retrospect, I enjoyed every minute of it. The off-eggshell walls, the rickety bed, the over-eager fridge that left just enough ice in our milk to make us uncomfortable. And, of course, Jeanette.

I'd met Jeanette my second week at the precinct. My partner Hal and I had just busted a couple of goons out by a spaceport, so we stopped by a diner for a bite to eat. We walked into the diner and there was the most beautiful dame I had ever set eyes on. If I close my eyes, I can still picture that way she did her blonde hair, the sound of her voice that could calm a storm, and that smile. That smile that could brighten up any room she walked into. Cops have to maintain a certain degree of confidence. The way we carry ourselves, the way we act near people, it's all very important, you see. But when I saw that girl, I felt myself just melt. She'd been working at the diner. You know, if I pretended the Force existed just for a second, I'd be convinced that's what brought us together.

I didn't go talk to her immediately. For a while, Hal and I were regulars. Every chance we got, after patrol, we'd stop in at that diner, I'd chat with Jeanette, and then we'd leave to do the whole thing again in a few days. Well, one day, I looked at the bottom of my receipt and there were her comlink numbers. Sure enough, I called them and asked her out.

From then on, it was pure bliss. I'd walk into my job, do things with stellar results, then spend the evening with Jeanette. Walks in Axial Park, trips to the movies, Mon Cal Cuisine, you name it. It wasn't long before I realized that Jeanette was the one...

A few years into my job, into my relationship with Jeanette, and we caught 'The Big Bad Guy.' A gangster named Tommy Coren was using a nearby spaceport as a front for his little operations. Hal and I were responsible for finding his base, interrogating his henchmen, and finding whatever crimes we could to pin on him. One day, we got permission to go on in and take his base by surprise. Well, on the way over, we ran into a trap. Bastard had set a car to explode and took our two of our guys. Hal and I wanted revenge. Once we got our boys to an ambulance, he and I stormed his base. Two cops, twenty henchmen. We had a little help from Hal's astromech droid, of course.

With Tommy Coren behind bars, Hal and I found ourselves promoted to detectives. My beat cop outfit is still folded in the Sparrow today. I came home that night and proposed to Jeanette.

Once she and I were married, we thought about settling down in a nicer part of Coronet City. Funny thing about the nicer parts of cities. It's where the really nasty stuff happens. A cop in The Crater is sure enough to find enough unsavory things. It's a homicide detective's wet dream. But a detective in the 'scrapers, near the business sector? He's guaranteed to find some stuff that'll keep him up at night.

I said goodbye to my old partner and Jeanette and I moved downtown. Turns out, I was already somewhat of a legend there. The cops knew me from my shootout with Tommy Coren. The goons knew me because I'd either busted one of their friends or they'd heard of my shootout with Tommy Coren. My first job was to catch business mogul Jack Beckett, chairman of the Corellian Firearms Corporation. Beckett had friends in high places and the meanest goons this side of Nar Shaddaa. If we made enemies out of him, he could ruin our lives in ways that'd make death look like a merciful release. There could be no room for error, no room to be caught.

It was a long and complicated road, arresting Jack Beckett. He'd hidden his crimes well, and he'd bought off enough cops in the other precincts to raise his own force. Hell, some of our own guys were on his payroll. We had to catch him in a crime so horrid, he'd have no defense against it. I spent a lot of nights hunched over a table, drink in hand, trying to find something that snake had touched. After months of searching, we still couldn't find anything on him... but we did find his henchman: Vinny Mayfield. That little monkey-lizard was everywhere Beckett went. Anything Jack Beckett did, Vinny knew about it. The fact that he'd stuck around spoke magnitudes about what kind of man we were dealing with here. Vinny was just as sick and twisted as Beckett did, and a spineless coward to boot.

We caught Vinny when he got careless. Money laundering for some deal. A misplaced decimal. I found it on mere whim. When I showed it to the boys at the station, you'd think I'd been the guy to invent the hyperdrive. I was given a task force and a few extra drones to arrest Vinny at his apartment. Some ritzy building in downtown Coronet. The best part of that night wasn't finding out how to get Vinny. It wasn't telling the boys how to get him. Hell, it wasn't even catching the bastard himself. It was the faces of everyone in that lobby as we marched through and prepared for an absolute madhouse once we arrived at his apartment.

We arrived at his door with a warrant in one hand, pistol in the other. After we knocked, none other than Vinny Mayfield himself opened the door. There was a split second there, when he hadn't quite realized what was going on. It took a minute for the mental cogs to click, his frog-like face contorting with thought. Oh but kid, when he realized who we were, he ran like hell. Not like he had anywhere to go - or so we thought. Vinny was making a bee-line for the balcony. The coward was going to turn himself into pavement soup. Not on our watch, of course; we set our blasters for stun and made sure Vinny didn't go anywhere.

Back at the precinct, we interrogated Vinny for all he know. And boy, did it take a while for that frog to croak. For a while, they had me and another guy interrogating him. This hotshot was taking a crack at being bad cop, while I bit the bullet and played good cop. After a good two weeks of having him in our custody, I lost it. I leaped over the table and got real close to him. It wasn't entirely professional and, had I not been riding on my own coattails, I'd probably have been taken off the case for it. But I gave that squat little bastard enough of a scare that he gave us a location. We asked for the slightest crime and that pain in the neck gave us a location. It was like Life Day all over again. Under Blue's Oyster Bar, a seafood joint downtown.

We had no idea what it was. A location for business meetings? Ledgers? Servers with yottabytes of information on Beckett's crimes? Maybe a locker full of dirty money? We knew it could have been rigged with explosives, so we took a bomb squad into that bar and looked for a basement. Problem was, this place didn't have a basement. We'd have to dig that whole joint up. After a few days of searching, we found the single-most damning piece of evidence I'd ever laid eyes on.

We peeled back a section of floor and found the skeleton of a child. A forensics team came by and did some tests on the body. Dental records came back... negative. This was a young Jane Doe. We had enough of the pelvis to realize it was a female, enough of a skull to run dental records, but not much else in the way of relevant data. I walked into Vinny's cell and placed the remains' jawbone in front of him to get some answers. He babbled almost immediately. Turned out that Beckett had an illegitimate daughter. It was all kept under wraps. It was discovered that the child had a high level of midichlorians. Somebody thought that meant she could use the Force like some damned Jedi. An associate of Beckett's wanted to raise the child and teach it 'the ways of the Force.' Flash forward one decade, turned out that the daughter posed a threat to Beckett's business, so he murdered her and had his goons bury her corpse under one of his business ventures. It was enough to make me sick.

That meant it was enough to make any court sick.

Taking Jack Beckett down was one of the hardest things I've ever done. We circled CFC Tower with drones, occupied the lobby, and prepared to arrest him before the auto-turrets started firing on us. It was utter chaos. Cutting off the power grid didn't do anything; the building had a backup generator. Anyone in there was effectively hostage of Beckett, so we did what any good cop would do. We waited. Three days. Galaxy-wide media coverage. Jedi offered to help us. We knew we couldn't siege a tower with hostages. If we were going to do anything, we were doing it quietly. A stealth hovercraft the Border Alliance had developed to combat the Sith was used to land on top of the tower and funnel six of us guys in and take him out.

Inside the office, the situation was devolving drastically. The conditions were brutal. Dead bodies, human waste products, and moldy food were all taking their collective toll on anyone inside of that Force-forsaken building. We knocked down those big, wooden doors to his office and placed him under arrest. Here's the real bit though: he recognized me. He looked right at me and said, "Took you long enough, Detective Lawson." I'd realized that, while I was finding out what I could about Beckett, he'd been doing his homework on me. I made for home as fast as I could.

TAREK LASON IN: A WIFE IN PERIL!
Kid, every man has a vision he can never get out of his head. It's there when he blinks. It's there when he spaces out a little. It's waiting for him each night when he goes to sleep. The sight of my front door caved in is my vision. I came home in my airspeeder and saw my front door gaping open, the pitch-black darkness of my own home creeping out from the frame. Inside, the apartment was completely trashed. Whoever had been in our apartment hadn't just destroyed everything we owned with meticulous effort. He practically destroyed the apartment itself. Walls were knocked down, windows were shattered, doors were broken down. And the stairs were completely splintered. It looked like someone had actually split our staircase with something. I searched everywhere in that apartment, but there was nothing.

Jeanette was gone.

There was no sign of her disappearance. No blood, no signs of a struggle. Worse, the neighbors hadn't heard anything. They somehow didn't hear what was sure to be a massive commotion inside my apartment. No screaming, no shattering, nothing. There was no way I was going to find her without checking every resource I possibly could. That required going down to the station. That required talking to Jack Beckett.

Back at the precinct, I was a hero. The man who put Jack Beckett behind bars. Since I was the hero for the night, I was able to call in all kinds of favors. I had traffic records pulled up, I had drone cameras hijacked, I had orbital satellite camera feeds e-mailed to me, with every registry of every ship that entered or left the planet in the last 24 hours. Then... I talked to Jack Beckett...


The following is a transcript from Tarek Lawson's interrogation of Jack Beckett.
[Jack Beckett is tapping the table in front of him. Tarek Lawson enters]
JACK BECKETT: "Detective Lawson. I trust the business at the CFC tower has not soured our relationship? I think you and I could be great allies."
TAREK LAWSON: "Save it, Beckett. Where's my wife?"
JB: "Is this another case of you falsely accusing me of something?"
TL: "Don't play games with me!"
JB: "Calm down, Detective."
[Lawson kicks a chair over]
TL: "No! You murdering bastard! You don't get to tell me to calm down!"
JB: "Murdering. We're jumping to conclusions, aren't we?"
TL: "Beckett, you're in deep. Deep. You're going to the big house, and none of your friends... none of your money can save you. So spare me the coy words, the condescending lies. You know where my wife is and you will tell me."
JB: "Or what? You'll throw me in prison? You're a good cop, Lawson, what's the worst you could do? Besides, even if I knew where she was, I wouldn't tell you."
TL: "Who took her?"
JB: "A friend of mine."
TL: "Tell me!"
JB: "And implicate him? His party? I don't think so. I'm afraid this is where your search for Jeanette comes to an end."
TL: "So help me, you will never see the light of day. I will make sure of it."
JB: "Neither will your wife."
[At this point, TL takes a blow at JB before tackling him. Two guards enter the room to pull Lawson off of Beckett. Due to his prior actions, in addition to personal bias from the commissioner, Lawson is merely reprimanded]


After attacking Beckett, I had to step carefully. I knew I wasn't getting any more out of him. I turned to every piece of evidence I could find. A night of searching turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into a week, which turned into a standard month. Each day grew just a little bit blacker. Food tasted a little bit more bland. The water-cooler talk, the shenanigans after work, the horseplay every chance we got. It all stopped. The coffee I used to keep me awake no longer tasted like coffee. It no longer tasted like anything, really. That was when I really started to lose my patience with the whole galaxy. I'd realized that the reward for justice and truth was a swift kick in the ass. I turned to alcohol to drown out the bitterness of the galaxy, only to be drawn back in the morning. I was still riding on my own coattails for a while, so my behavior was allowed.

Every lead I had was questioned and examined. Traffic cameras, witnesses, anything. It led to a million trails and a million dead-ends. Before long, it became clear that I wasn't getting any better to my boss... and that my wife wasn't coming back. To me, one thing was clear: my wife was no longer on Corellia. The strongest lead I had was a man named Harry Pugnose. From what I'd heard, he lived up to that despicable name. It was almost embarrassing to think that a man named Pugnose stole my wife. Evidently, he took her to Nar Shaddaa, the crime capital of the galaxy. I booked transport with a generous donation from the CCPD and traveled to that cesspit to find my wife and bring her home.

It took me three hours of asking around a local bar to find Pugnose. People much are more talkative with free drinks in them. I'd learned that years ago. I tracked this guy to a warehouse in the Red District and prepared to get some answers. I'd been prepared for the worst, really. In the back of my mind, I'd realized I probably wouldn't see my wife again. I hadn't prepared myself, however, for Pugnose being dead for a month. Around the time my wife died. Just like that, I was at square one.

Just then, I found a datapad. It had a single text document on it with a single word on it.

"Kane."

Turned out, Kane was some crime lord that made runs between Nar Shaddaa and Sith space. Everyone seemed to shudder at the mention of his name. They were dodging my questions, but I had a way of getting them to talk. I always do. What skeeved me out more than anything was the fact that someone very obviously left that clue. They knew I was looking for him. It was a trap, but I had to do it. I had to save Jeanette. Kane's trail was a difficult one to track down. Dozens of false leads and even more incomplete trails. But I followed one particularly promising trail and found Kane. By checking orbital cameras, I isolated his location to an abandoned club in the Blue Sector.

A short airspeeder ride later, I arrived at the club's doors and found possibly the most harrowing scene I've ever found. It had been turned into some sacrificial pit. A mass grave filled with the bodies of sacrifices some Sith Lord had used for power. It seemed abandoned, so I went in. I'd never entered a place blind. I'd always checked doors and corners. That's where they get you. But this time, I went in blind and dumb. I knew my wife was in there somewhere. If I died then, I'd have had no problem with it. There, in the center of the grave, was my wife, propped up in a state of rigor mortis. Kane was spray-painted across her chest.

Jeanette was dead.
TAREK LAWSON IN: NIGHTMARE ALLEY

I was called back to the office after finding my wife. Turns out they ran out of patience with their 'damaged cop.'

TAREK LAWSON IN: THE BLACKBIRD

Stuff about him getting the Scarlet Sparrow

TAREK LAWSON: GALACTIC DETECTIVE

Stuff leading directly up to the RP. Will update as RP progresses.

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I think him and Donar would probably get along. Donar used to be an officer in the BA and is now with the dominion.
 
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