Dark Age of the Force

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It's been seven hundred years since a great plague has swept the galaxy, devastating the Jedi and Sith and leaving civilization in ruins. From these ashes, three fledgling empires have arisen, resilient and powerful; the Corellians, the Hutts, and the Mandalorians. Will you pick a side and lead your people to glory? Or will you lurk in the shadows, bent on nothing but your own goals? Step into the Dark Age and carve your name into the stars.

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CHARACTER STATUS<br>
Satira Skirata, legendary bounty hunter (in her own mind at least). Her skills are plentiful, but she lacks true combat specialization; it's time to change that.
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MISSION PREFERENCES
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A great dueling champion has gone rogue, disappearing into the murky world of underground fighting circuits. This is causing problems for the Hutt Cartel that organizes the legitimate fight scene, and they want their champ back. Alive.
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REWARDS WISHLIST
<br>I would like to see Satira's Unarmed mastery grow from Adept to Master, and her Agility should rank up as well if possible. Maybe some upgrades to her gauntlets? Depending on how things shake out, of course.
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MODEL Dynamic-class
HYPERDRIVE 1
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Standard for the class. Port dormitory converted to one singular captain's cabin of decent luxury, although one may be forgiven for thinking it was a sex dungeon. Central hold hosts a galley; medical station has upgrades for improved care; onboard garage hosts a small armory and workbench. Communications capable of broadcasting on Imperial diplomatic and priority channels. Cargo hold partly converted into a gym and sparring ring. Storage compartment outfitted for secure containment of captured hostiles. Navicomputer voice-locked to Satira Skirata and the pilot.
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Weapons, shields and armor all heavily upgraded as Satira's finances allowed. Heavy quadlaser batteries to either side; topside hosts a turbolaser turret, slow to fire but capable of destroying smaller ships in one blast. Proton torpedo launchers beneath cockpit; light turbolasers to either side of boarding ramp, capable of rapid fire and ideal for clearing ground forces in preparation for landing or takeoff. Engines upgraded to handle extra weight of armor and armaments; backup class-4 hyperdrive. Satira hired a flight instructor and an R2 unit to ensure the vessel is cared for; both are trained or programmed in maintenance, repairs and defensive actions, and interrogation resistence. Primitive medical droid confined to med center.
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Extensive smuggling compartments scattered all throughout the vessel. Experimental stealth technology capable of blocking radar and visual detection; cannot be used in tandem with shields, however. Shields and armor on par with dedicated military vessels. Hull lined with material designed to foil remote scanning. Despite offensive upgrades, the ship is still designed for speed and maneuverability over staying power in a fight.


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<center><table border="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" style="width: 420px;"><font size="2"><div class="characterblurtext"> <i><b><font color="8B008B">S</font><font color="131313">ATIRA SKIRATA</font></b></i></div><div class="characterblur"><br><br><br> Everyone's high as fuck right now<br>AND NO ONE'S EVER COMING DOWN! </div>

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<div style="margin-bottom: 4px;"><div style="width: 65px; background-color: #131313; color: #8B008B; float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 5px; padding: 1px 0px 1px 0px; font-size: 10px; "><b>RACE</b></div> Human/Zeltron Hybrid </div>

<div style="margin-bottom: 4px;"><div style="width: 65px; background-color: #131313; color: #8B008B; float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 5px; padding: 1px 0px 1px 0px; font-size: 10px; "><b>FACTION </b></div> Independent </div>

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<font color="#8B008B">▬</font> Dominant <br>
<font color="#8B008B">▬</font> Evasive <br>
<font color="#8B008B">▬</font> Lustful <br>
<font color="#8B008B">▬</font> Nonconformist <br>
<font color="#8B008B">▬</font> Sadistic <br>
<font color="#8B008B">▬</font> Kleptomanic <br>
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<b>TW: Rape, Teen Pregnancy, Child Abuse</b>
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Satira wasn't born, not in the traditional sense. She was grown on Kamino, from the submitted DNA of a very horny, very self-absorbed human female, carefully edited and spliced with Zeltron DNA for that certain <i>je ne sais quoi</i> all the popular Zeltrons had. And just a teeny-tiny bit of Hutt DNA too, for her own perversions later on.
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Despite the hodgepodge of her genes, Satira was successfully incubated and brought to life, and her "mother" took her away once the Kaminoans decided it was safe. They made her sign a lot of legal disclaimers and tried to warn her about various genetic anomalies their tinkering couldn't control, but she brushed them off, too preoccupied with visions of a very particular future she had in mind for herself.
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She raised her little girl in a strict manner, with little love or tenderness; there was no room for it, after all, the creature had too much to learn. Languages, dancing, etiquette and combat; everything a proper courtesan and bodyguard had to know, in other words. Satira didn't know any better, she knew no other life, but nonetheless it felt like her childhood could have been so much more exciting.
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Things got exciting as she grew older, however. Her "mother" had kept her isolated for her early life, so she had no concept of how strange she was until she reached her teenage years; puberty and growing pains and sexual awareness hit every teen hard, but for her it was especially rough because she had both female AND male sexual and reproductive organs, with all the conflicting hormonal imbalances that implied. Her "mother" had drugs handy to guide that development along a particular path, and other girls were brought in so that her various abilities could be assessed. And she had ever so many abilities; everything that made the Zeltrons so much fun, to put it simply.
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Satira didn't care about any of that, though. All she cared about was that she really, really liked to fuck and breed, and she was really, really good at it; she could sense when other girls were at their most fertile and take full advantage of it, and successfully knocked up at least three young women before she was sixteen. She could get knocked up too, and carried two pregnancies to term without any complications; being pregnant was interesting, but privately she decided that it was far more enjoyable to make others carry the brats she could put in them rather than deal with the nine months of ecstatic misery herself.
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The drugs her "mother" provided brought clarity, to be sure, but she didn't like how they made her feel suppressed, and when she turned eighteen she declared she was through taking the drugs. To her surprise her "mother" didn't argue, instead she agreed that the time for drugs was past and she was the perfect heir already. Heir? Heir to what? Satira wanted to know, and the explanation was boring; something about a crime syndicate? She couldn't care less, she wanted to leave and travel the galaxy and have sex with as many different people as she could.
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In the end she was grounded and locked up, and she sulked for a few days. But hadn't she spent the past eighteen years learning about this shit? So she sliced the door and broke her way out, using her training and her abilities to pave the way outward. She had been trained almost too well, and the mere guards who tried to stop her were either beaten down or waved aside in a pheromonal stupor. Naturally she stole whatever she could along the way, and when she got out she went for the nearest starport and flew out with the first crew who would accept her.
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That crew happened to be a family of Mandalorians, and they had a perfect use for a breed-crazy bitch like her. The clans had to repopulate, had they not? And they could always use more strong fighters. Satira took to her new life and new name well enough, although she consistently showed a disdain for any forms of combat that didn't involve her bare hands. Thus her life was a haze of fighting and breeding until the call went out; a new Mandalore was stepping up, and everyone was needed. Her cushy life came to a screeching halt as unpleasant things like discipline and combat drills intruded on her schedule, and there was no more time for breeding.
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And how could a girl live like that? she wanted to know. She doubted a girl could, and didn't wait to find out. She betrayed the Resol'nare, beating her handlers into submission and stealing a ship as she fled Mandalorian space. She expected pursuit, but nothing serious came until she arrived safely on Nar Shaddaa, where she sought asylum with the Hutt Cartel; she told them she could be of use as a bounty hunter, and they accepted her service. They made her give the stolen ship back, though, or else her old comrades would have never left.
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That was fine by her. She'd stolen that one, she could steal another one; easy come, easy go. Being a bounty hunter meant she could be off by herself for long stretches of time, only coming back in when she had a target to cash in with. Life was easy once again, and she was determined to keep it that way no matter how hard she had to fight.
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These days she is a hair under six feet in height, and given her metabolism her weight fluctuates between 160 and 190 lb. She always presents a plush, curvy physique that hides her true musculature rather well, however.

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OOC NAME: Karl the Mad
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OTHER CHARACTERS: Mandalore, Grisha
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FACE CLAIM: Velvet Crowe
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<b>TALES OF BERSERIA</b>, velvet crowe <i>satira skirata</i><br>

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