Palu Stris
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| Palu Stris | |
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| Character Bio | |
| Species: | Sullustan |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age: | 27 |
| Homeworld: | Sulon (a moon of Sullust) |
| Profession: | Trooper/Bartender |
| Skills / Proficiencies | |
| Species Traits: | Darkvision Expert Climber |
| Weapons: | Vibrodagger Blaster Combat Gloves |
| et cetera | |
| Force User: | No |
| Alignment: | Lawful/Good |
| Companions: | TBA |
| Cybernetics: | ***** |
| RP Guild: | CODEX |
Background
Raised within the comfort of his warren-clan’s isolated farmstead on Sulon Palu Stris spent his childhood in blissful ignorance of the wider galaxy's resurgent struggles. Due in part to his parent’s over-protectiveness but mostly because of a real need, his adolescent years were spent helping his fathers and siblings maintain the various droids and systems of the automated farm. The first trip on which he was allowed to accompany one of his fathers to Sullust began with a visit to Sulon's prime municipality.
It was a profound revelation. Of course he had seen ships in the skies of his home moon and there had been visitors to the farmstead but the sights, sounds and smells of the bustling spaceport filled the young Sullustan with a yearning to experience life in all it’s exotic richness. Two weeks after his return from Sullust, Palu had signed up with the Republic Army.
His years spent as a recruit in the military were hard for Palu in two very different ways. His sheltered upbringing and limited schooling had ill prepared the young Sullustan for life beyond the warren-clan's farmstead and his guileless gregarious nature irritated both fellow recruits and officers alike. A deep need to prove himself took root within Palu that motivated his choices in the course of his training and throughout the rest of his military career.
As a soldier in the Republic Army Palu became a successful field medic and won over many of his comrades in arms because of this. During the fallout of the Great War Palu’s company was involved in a skirmish on Agamar where under fire he made a rash decision the indirect result of which was the death of a number of soldiers in his squadron. Palu was swiftly transferred out of his division in the Republic Army and reassigned to the SRC as a Lower-grade Warrant Officer installing, inspecting, repairing, and modifying mechanical/electronic and biomedical equipment and their support systems. The assignment suited his knowledge and skills but effectively kept him as far from frontline planet-side combat situations as was possible.
Although he enjoyed his job with the SRC it was a largely autonomous role which often saw days go by with very little contact with other personnel and Palu gradually became increasingly unhappy. He was a very social creature but was also aware many people eventually tired of his company. The probability that this placement was assigned to him for that very reason was not lost on him.
Two years of denied transfer requests saw the Sullustan apply for early discharge from his post. Though his up-bringing had taught him never to shirk his responsibilities there was a whole galaxy out there waiting to be explored and new people to meet! Before his transfer to the SRC, Palu had fought along side mercenary squads a number of times and knew there were credits to be made for the combat trained. And perhaps his medical training might give him an edge. Palu had no idea what the reality of mercenary work entailed but the promise of forming bonds of friendship with new comrades (and moving on to the next job before they became sick of him) filled his heart with song. With no further thought, on the day of his dischage Palu set about finding a job which would furnish him with enough credits to purchse the gear necessary for his future as a mercenary.
The Present
Working his way around the Inner Rim Territories doing any work which paid, Palu eventually ran into an old friend on Telerath while serving as temporary bodyguard to a vacationing wealthy young Arkanian. Palu's old friend Jabrax was himself a mercenary and was sympathetic to the Sullustan's tales of hardship trying to break into the tightly knit network he was so eager to join.
The night his Arkanian charge left Telerath Palu found himself with a pocket full of credits in a bar with Jabrax, buying himself and the old mercenary drinks. It turned out Jabrax was there on business taking care of a little problem on behalf of Adascorp. He was shipping off to the Outer Rim soon on a top secret mission. The night progressed and as the two men became heavily drunk Palu’s pockets became lighter. Eventually Jabrax told his younger friend that he could likely use a trusted ally on the next job he had lined up. The top secret mission he was about to embark upon shouldn’t last more than a fortnight tops. If Palu could get himself to Onderon in two weeks he’d partner up with him on his first mercenary gig!
Striking up a conversation with the barman Palu began to pour out his heart and offered to try and fix the service droid (which was way past it's maintenance check and really should have been retired years ago) in exchange for a couple more drinks. Half an hour later with his hands tangled in wires and a screwdriver protruding from his mouth Palu heard an impact and the sound of glass breaking. Striding out of the back room he saw a growling Beast Rider stretched over the bar holding the panicked barman’s shirt in one meaty fist, a knife drawing blood near his victim's ribs in the other. In three steps he threw all his weight behind one quick strike to the assailants nose and heard a satisfyingly wet crunch as the bones broke. The astonished man flew off his feet cracking his head on the cantina floor, the knife falling with a clatter behind the bar. With his snarling mouth and chin crimson with the blood streaming from his flattened nose, the Rider propped himself up on one elbow and drew a blaster from it’s holster at his hip and fired. The Beast Rider’s concussion was all that saved Palu from a blaster bolt to the forehead. Unable to focus, the man’s shot went wide of the mark which gave Palu time to draw his own blaster and take him out – except that his blaster along with it’s holster and the belt from which they hung were lying on the floor of the cantina’s storeroom. The belt had been cutting him in half bending over the disassembled droid on the floor.
Palu squeezed shut his eyes and braced himself for the next shot which no doubt wouldn’t miss it’s target. He couldn’t help a slight flinch as the sound of blaster fire rang in the cantina a second time. He waited for the pain. And waited. Opening his eyes he looked down at the gaping scorched wound still smouldering in the Beast Rider’s chest. Relief flooded through him and he smiled nodding to the pale barman returning the blaster rifle beneath the bar.
The ‘barman’ turned out to be the owner of the cantina who had been serving drinks out of necessity, not being able to find a replacement for the last barman who had… left. If Palu could take care of the rabble and maintain the service droid, the job was his. The pay would be good and he could stay in the room out back. That had been a few months ago and Palu had never been happier. Serving drinks, chatting to the regulars and finally earning a decent wage. Hell, he didn't even have to pay rent! Just chase off the odd attempted break-in during the night.
Yes sir, things were starting to look up for Palu Stris.
WHITE SPACE
Further Character Details
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