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Be warned, it's only 2500 words. b]Species:[/b] Human [b]Homeworld:[/b] Corellia [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Height:[/b] 6 ft 2 inches [b]Weight:[/b] 195 [b]Hair:[/b] Brown [b]Eyes:[/b] Brown [b]Medical:[/b] Kutac has not real injuries of note. [b]Skills/training:[/b] skilled with blaster pistols and in unarmed combat, also can use a knife pretty well, pilot [b]Family:[/b] Derik(father, murdered), Jeri (mother, accident?) [b]Weapons(of choice):[/b] Relby K-23, vibroblade [b]Biography:[/b] Kutac was born into a middle class Corellian family, on the outskirts of Coronet City. As a child, he remembers Treasure Ship row, hiding from his parents amongst the stalls of the merchants and running under the tables as he played hide and seek with his mother. Jerva was close to his mother, far closer than he was to his father, because his father was a supervisor for Corellian Engineering Corporation, and was often busy overseeing the production of freighters in the orbital shipyards. Though he did not see his father frequently, Kutac has many fond memories of him and times that they spent together. One of Kutac’s favorite memories is the time that his father took him out to fly a speeder for the first time. The family was on vacation, on the coast. It was a beautiful cloudless day, with a mild breeze along the beach. The water was warm and crystal clear, perfect for swimming, which was what young Jerva was interested in, not learning to fly a speeder. Since he was only 13, swimming in the ocean was far more interesting than flying a speeder. His father almost had to come in after him to remove him from the pleasures of the ocean, but Jerva knew that when is father was around, different things would happen, because he brought Jerva and Jeri, to the wonderful beaches whenever he got the opportunity, and could escape from the shipyards. Derik had Jerva dry himself off, and change into some different clothes, and they climbed into the speeder. Of course, this was different since this time, Jerva got to sit in the pilot’s seat with controls under his hands. Derik instructed Jerva in the basics of operating the controls and they jerkily headed out over the ocean. Derik had chosen the ocean to teach Jerva to fly a speeder, because there was not much to crash into over the ocean, except of course the ocean. Jerva being the novice speeder pilot that he was, did in fact nearly crash into the ocean several times. Derik gently chided him the first time, but after that, he was a much harder task master, and would ask whether or not Jerva wanted to swim back to the beach and explain to his mother what he had done with the speeder. Eventually, Kutac was able to make it back to the vacation resort on the beach. Where Derik told Jerva that when he and his mother arrived back home, there would be a speeder waiting for him. Of course what Derik did not tell him was that the speeder required the replacement of some parts and that the parts and tools were waiting for Jerva when they arrived home. Jerva and Jeri, his mother arrived home after that vacation, where Jerva discovered the speeder and the surprise. He was, well, he was surprised. He was expecting a working speeder, not a junker that didn’t even work, and was disappointed with the gift, but he decided that he would make it work anyway. That speeder occupied Jerva’s attention until he was fifteen, when he severely damaged it in an accident with the ground. After all, sometimes it’s hard to remember to stop before the impact with the ground. Kutac was crushed because he’d loved that speeder, dearly, of course, he did not have the credits to pay for it, and Derik saw an opportunity to teach Jerva something about economics and the process by which one’s labor’s were transferred into one’s credit balance. Derik offered to employ Jerva in one of the orbital shipyards in the vacuum above Corellia. Kutac accepted Derek’s offer because he wanted credits so that he could fix his speeder. He care not for the building of ships or the macroeconomics of the galaxy or even the credits except as a means to an end. After the first few days working in the orbital shipyard, Jerva was bored, it wasn’t that the work was easy, it wasn’t making a freighter was hard, dangerous work, and in hard vacuum, there wasn’t much room for a person to make a mistake. Of course, Jerva did not have to worry too much about making mistakes because he wasn’t working where a misstep could have a person trying, rather unsuccessfully to breathe vacuum. Instead, he had been assigned to count hydrospanners and other easily portable equipment after each shift and report results to the security chief, who was a sour older man that had been retired from CorSec because of a crippling injury. Generally, he’d pretend that he hated Jerva, but Jerva knew that deep down, the guy really liked him, because he would regale him with tales, which were entertaining, but probably pure fabrication, nonetheless, Jerva was enthralled and would listen to them, after he delivered the report about the tools after each shift change. That old and grizzled security chief was the reason that Jerva wanted to join the Corellian Security Force, not because of the credits, if he wanted credits, all he had to do was continue to work for Corellian Engineering Corporation, but because he wanted to do something, adventure, excitement, blaster bolts whizzing by him, that sort of thing. The shipbuilding was definitely short of excitement, except of the vacuum breathing variety. Kutac continued to inventory items at the shipyard and be entertained by the grizzled security chief. After nearly two years of keeping track of hydrospanners, Jerva decided that he was going to quit and attend the CorSec Academy. Of course, he dreaded informing Derik of his decision, but he still had to perform that dreadful duty. Derik’s reception of the idea that Jerva join the Corellian Security force actually was not at all what Jerva had expected. He was supportive of Jerva and even encouraged him to leave the employment of Corellian Engineering Corporation. Of course, Derik had an ulterior motive. He wanted Jerva to get the adventure worked out of his system and come back and follow in his footsteps and Corellian Engineering Corporation. At the age17 Jerva applied at the CorSec academy. Of course, Derik wanted Jerva to get admitted, and so, paid of one of the officials that was in charge of the testing to see to it that Jerva was admitted into the academy. Of course, had Jerva found out he would have been, to put it very mildly, rather on the furious side of angry. Jerva did not find out and so gained admittance to the CorSec Academy. There, Jerva learned the basics about what it took to be an agent for the Corellian Security Force. In the academy, in the classes that involved either flying a speeder or starfighter, fighting hand to hand or with a blaster, or interrogating a suspect, or even questioning a witness, Jerva did very well. Of course, what the grizzled veteran at the Corellian Engineering Corporation had failed to tell him, was that employment in a policing agency such as Corellian Security involved writing reports. Lots of reports and lots of training on how to write a good report and how not to write a bad report and the pertinent facts to put in a good report and the facts that did not need to go into a good report. That was not Jerva’s idea of glamour and adventure. He had envisioned being trained in unarmed combat, and piloting, and with a blaster, not with a datapad writing reports. Kutac eventually graduated the academy. After graduating the academy, Derik and Jeri had taken Jerva to the same beach resort where he had learned to fly a speeder, and the Kutac family had spent a restful week relaxing in the sun and sea. Of course, like all good things, the vacation had ended, and Jerva had to go to Coronet City for an assignment with an experienced officer in the Corellian Security force. Derik had has Jeri to accompany him on a tour of the orbital shipyard where he worked, and Jeri had accepted. Derik had said something wishing Jerva a safe trip in the speeder. Jerva had retorted, saying, “I hope your shuttle crashes then.” Derik shot back, “Yeah, then I hope you crash that speeder. It’ll come out of your salary.” Jerva had waved, and his parents had ascended the boarding ramp of the shuttle, and Jerva had waved, fully expecting to see them again in Coronet City. He had piloted the speeder back to the city, and unsurprisingly, his parents had been delayed. He had reported to the Corellian Security detachment as ordered and been assigned to the supervision of a veteran officer that reminded him of the grizzled Corellian Engineering Security chief. Of course, this CorSec officer was not looking for an audience for tales, and instead was seeking to instruct a young recruit about how things were done in the Corellian Security force, of which the most important thing, was to write reports. He was instructing Jerva in the reasoning behind writing a report that covered as many details, as possible and did not omit anything, a lecture that Jerva had not received at the academy, when a report came in over the commlink about a shuttle that had crashed while in the landing pattern at the spaceport. Jerva had requested specifics over the commlink as his training officer piloted the speeder to the spaceport. As the drew closer, what Jerva had suspected to be the awful truth began to become apparent to him and guilt washed over him like waves on the shore of the beach that he’d only that day returned from. The shuttle that had held his parents had crashed at the spaceport. He was responding to a call where his family had died! The veteran brought the speeder to a halt at the spaceport, and Jerva climbed out of the speeder, his heart sinking. He sank to the tarmac, his head in his hands. No... That night, when Jerva had finally emerged from his shock, he had stumbled his way to one of the liquor stores in a bad part of Coronet City and purchased a bottle of cheap Corellian whiskey. The next morning, when he had roused himself from the drunken slumber, he had stumbled to the fresher and succeeded in making his appearance marginally acceptable for duty as a CorSec officer. Kutac never fully recovered emotionally from the shock of that day at that spaceport, but he was able to perform his duties as a CorSec officer to an acceptable standard, it’s just that he lacked the passion for the work that he’d had before that fateful day in Coronet City. It was as if he was an automaton, simply going through the motions, his body healed, but his mind seared by hat fateful day at the spaceport. He just didn’t care and it showed in the declining efficiency reports. All he had left was CorSec and he didn’t seem to even want to hold onto that. His life sunk even lower after a particularly tricky apprehension of a massive crime ring. They had been on the trail of a leader. Kutac and a partner had been in a hotel, when they had identified the room of the subject that they had been assigned to apprehend. Jerva had knocked on the door, but allowed his partner to enter the room first, simply because that was the procedure that the two of them had established. Jerva had entered the room after his partner, just in time to notice a case open on the bed, in that case appeared to be several hundred thousand credits. Having seen his latest efficiency report, and heard that within the next several months, he was no longer going to be a member of the Corellian Security Force, Jerva made a decision. His blaster was still out and trained on the suspect. His partner had his back toward him. There were several hundred thousand credits on the bed. He knew where he could easily steal a ship. His thumb moved, and the blasters intensity went from ‘stun’ to ‘kill,’ and the muzzle of the pistol shifted a few centimeters. His finger tightened on the firing stud, and a bolt of coherent energy shot out of the muzzle of his pistol, striking his partner in the spine. The act of betrayal was complete. His partner crumpled to the ground and Kutac slammed the case shut and shoved it under his arm, the lethal muzzle of his blaster never wavering from the stunned crime boss. Kutac backed out of the room then headed down the hallway, and toward the CorSec headquarters. He knew just where he could find a ship. It was his anniversary of the day at the spaceport and he’d ruined his CorSec Career. Barely twenty-two years old and already a traitor and a murderer. Several months later, Jerva stood on the docking platform of Cloud City and stared at the light freighter that he’d stolen from CorSec, when they’d impounded it because it was used for extralegal purposes. Jerva smiled and leaned on the landing strut, watching the sun set over the clouds. The Cloud City Security force certainly was not Corellian Security, indeed, the pay was even lower that what he’d made back on Corellia, but the money that could be made from bribes more than made up for it. He had managed to change his appearance though he knew he should never return to Corellia, but staying in one place for too long just seemed contraindicated....but the bribes are decent money. Several years and several close brushes with partners intent on double crossing him, Jerva had decided that it would be a good idea to leave Cloud City. He had a ship, some credits, and had purchased a cargo of the spin-fused Bespin Tibanna gas. [b]The Ship:[/b] modified YT-1300 freighter: ‘Well frak you!’ [b]Crew:[/b] Room for 1 Pilot, 1 Copilot, and 2 Passengers/gunners [b]Equipment on the ship:[/b] much of the cargo space is taken up by: military grade ECM, military shields , and military grade hyperdrive and engines. [b]Weapons:[/b] Concussion Missile Launcher, AX-108 'ground buzzer', and a pair of quadlasers that can be controlled by droid brains, slaved to the sight in the cockpit, or controlled by a human gunner. Quarters in the ship are very cramped due to the massive amount of modification and the fact that most of the rest of the space is dedicated to cargo bays for smuggling contraband. [b]History:[/b] This ship has a history as checkered as that of its owner. Kutac’s knowledge only goes back as far as when the ship was impounded by the Corellian Security Force. Jerva stole it to escape Corellia after he shot his partner in the back to acquire several hundred thousand credits from a major CorSec operation.

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