Force Sensitives
"I feel like one who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed."
Name: Selena Khan
Nickname: Lena
Species: Human
Age: Seventeen
Faction: Civilian
Rank: Untrained
Face Claim:
Personality and Character History
"I am terribly sorry for the intrusion, Mister Vasconcellos. Hm? Oh, I'm Selena. Selena Khan. Yes sir, Gaeton was my father. Thank you sir, for your condolences, but my father would not suffer me to mourn too long. My mother? I never knew her. She, she died when I was very young. Complications from childbirth, I think. It was not something my father liked to discuss."
"You have my apologies, I can move to the point. I've not had work since my father died. I mean, no one wants to touch me since that incident on Kuat, which is why I've come to you. My father worked for you for a long time and I guess I'm asking you for a favour. To give me the benefit of the doubt. I mean, I've never captained the ship myself, but I've been helping my father do it since I was old enough to walk and could comprehend what a hydrospanner did."
"I'm not lacking for experience, I mean I've been a spacer all my life, the Foresight is my home. I could programme the navigational computer by the time I was five, I could take apart the hyperdrive and put it back together by ten. I've been with my father on every deal since I was twelve and I'm the one who has been doing the negotiating since I was thirteen. I can read people and situations pretty well. Call it a woman's intuition, I guess. I know almost all the time whether someone is being straight with me or plans to shoot me as soon as I've shaken their hand. Its helped us turn the tables on many would be backstabbers, but you know about those incidents. Yes, I was responsible for those. I mean, I'm not flawless. No one is, but I'm rarely wrong either. Those incidents usually end up going badly, but that never stopped us. Well, except that last time."
"You WILL give me a chance? Thank you very, very much. You will not regret this Mister Vasconcellos." I took his hand and we shook on the deal, smiles all around.
Of course there were things I didn't tell him. Things I'd never tell him. Things I hadn't known until a few days earlier. The arms deal had nothing to do with why dad was dead, neither did it have anything to do with why the Foresight was a marked ship in the Republic. Gaeton Khan had been killed, murdered by a Jedi. I had, in turn, killed the Jedi with the Foresight's ventral gun. I regretted it, but I couldn't take back my actions in an instant of rage. In that moment I had the power to avenge my father and I took it. Of course I had no idea then that my mother had met the same fate shortly after my birth. She'd sacrificed herself to keep me from the Jedi on Selonia and my father had done exactly as I had done the same as I, struck down a Jedi in rage with his ancient Tusken rifle.
I knew nothing about this, until after my father's death. His death had triggered a long dormant programme in the Foresight, granting me access to holovids he'd made in his youth, explaining what had happened and hoping that I understood. I might not have, had I not done the same thing.
More surprising, however, was the revelation of WHY my mother had been slain by Jedi. I too, was force sensitive. I suppose in hind sight it makes perfect sense. How else could I read people so easily, understand at my core what they would do, or what would happen.
The one thing I don't understand is, why did he keep the lightsabre from the Jedi he killed? Moreover, why did he want ME to have it? I found it in a compartment not even I knew about, presumably unlocked by the same programme that gave me his holovids. No idea what I'm supposed to do with it though.
Misery...Depravity...Confusion...Hatred...Mistrust...Chaos...These are the hallmarks...These are the pillars...- Alythess and Sacrolash
Attributes:
Alignment:4
Leadership:2
Physical Strength:3
Dexterity/ Agility:6
Stamina:9
Intelligence:7
Force Atunement:3
Force Control:1
Combat Skills:
Ranged:5
Melee:2
Hand to Hand:6
"This was the formal weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster...An elegant weapon."- Obi Wan Kenobi
Lightsaber
Hilt Style: Two handed hilt, primarily a chrome-like material thick in the middle and towards the bottom, abruptly ending with a rounded nub at the base with a belt ring. Above the grip the sabre tapers in a step like manner with a gold inlay, ending in a four centimetre long cylinder roughly half the diameter of the grip. This in turn abruptly ends at the magnetic stabilizing ring which is once again the same diameter as the rest of the sabre.
Color/ Crystals: Purple
Lightsaber Combat Style:
Shii-cho (0)
Makashii (0)
Soresu (0)
Ataru (0)
Shien/ Djem So (0)
Niman (0)
Juyo (0)
Jar’Kai (0)
Double-blade Lightsaber Combat (0)
Force Combat Style: Not Applicable
Force Powers: Selena has used Precognition and Empathy for the majority of her life, though only recently did she come to understand these were because she is Force sensitive.
Other Equipment/ Information:
Dynamic Class Freighter, Foresight
Mandalorian Heavy Blaster Pistol
Holdout Blaster of Sith Manufacture
Tusken Cycler Rifle
"The Force is a river from which many can drink, and the training of the Jedi is not the only cup which can catch it." ―Luke Skywalker
RP Sample
The silence was stunning, even the wind it seemed was afraid to move. It had taken but an instant of anger, a second's loss of control, and Selena had done something terrible. Her father lie dead, struck down by the Jedi whom was now little more than a smoking crater in the docking bridge. What had just happened, she wondered as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
Three hours earlier, Gaeton and Selena Khan couldn't have been much happier. The deal had gone off without a hitch. They'd cut a deal for a stockpile of Republic reserve weapons at a lower price than expected, netting the pair a tidy bonus for themselves once they returned to Hutt space. Gaeton turned towards his raven haired daughter, "We've some time before our shipment is loaded." he said. That statement held far more information than it seemed, what went unsaid was that it would be some time before the customs official they'd paid off would be on duty to look the other way while the small arms were loaded aboard their ship.
Selena was all smiles as she cast a glance towards her father. "We ought to celebrate then? she said, practically reading his mind. It was something she'd always been good at, seeming to know exactly what was on his mind. His response was a nod and a smile, though she thought for a second that she detected a hint of concern in his face. Deciding it best to not press him on something she was unsure of, she shifted the conversation towards where they should go. Eventually, after much consultation with a public terminal, the pair decided upon a restaurant which featured Twi'lek cuisine.
The meal was quite exquisite, until Gaeton had begun to look worried. It was as if the feel of exuberance between them suddenly vanished. When asked what was wrong, he offered no explanation save that they should leave immediately. When she was younger, her father had often made such cryptic commands which she rarely questioned. Selena might have been older now, an adult even, but she recognized the cold look her father gave her and knew better than to ask why. Quietly the pair left, though Selena could not help but cast a glance in the direction her father had when he determined to leave. A Twi'lek in robes? She saw him stand, staring in the pair's direction as they strode quickly out of the restaurant.
By the time they returned to the ship, the cargo had been loaded and their customs official was ready to give them a clean bill of health, so to speak, and send them on their way. Of course, things went badly from there. Selena was in the cockpit of the ship, looking almost directly at the doors to the landing platform. Her father and the customs official whose blind eye they bought stood between the ship and the doors as they finalized the bureaucratic paperwork. Abruptly and unexpectedly, those same doors began to slide open. A cold fear gripped her heart, was it a raid? Was the corrupt officer not so easily bought after all? A quick glance towards her father and the customs official told her that he was most certainly NOT behind this. In strode a lone figure, the Twi'lek from the restaurant! He spoke, though Selena had no chance of hearing the words from inside the ship. The customs official quickly made himself scarce, disappearing the way the Twi'lek had entered.
For the first time that she could remember, her father was mortified. What he was frightened of though, she couldn't comprehend. Then came the lightsabre. Selena was familiar with the weapon from stories, this one pulsing with a bright blue energy. Her father drew his blaster, though it did him little good. His shot was easily parried by the Jedi, who then struck Gaeton down with a single, swift strike.
As a child, Selena had always enjoyed tales of heroism. Often, before the hero could rise to the occasion there would be a terrific blow, a loss to steel his resolve against the task at hand. Entertainment vids always said this was when the hero would cry out in dramatic fashion. They were so wrong.
Selena could muster barely more than squeak as her father's lifeless, headless body fell silently to the ground. She had no idea what had just happened. Her father had always warned her about Jedi, though she'd assumed it was because they were prone to arresting smugglers. Never had she seen or even heard of a Jedi striking someone down on the spot, regardless of their crime. The fear and confusion, however, melted away quickly to the heat of a thousand suns rising from her heart. She'd always had something of a temper, though Selena had also become good at controlling it. Not this time.
With a cool, almost surreal sense of control, her eyes met those of her father's murderer through the plastisteel of the cockpit windows as she took direct control of the ventral laser turret. He must have heard the turret move, or sensed some sort of intent from her, because his eyes flashed a slight comprehension, perhaps even a terror, just before she fired the weapon. Three times it barked, the first shot nearly disintegrating the Jedi where he stood. The remaining two slammed into the durasteel of the platform arm, blowing large chunks of it away with each strike.
After that instant of rage, tears began to well in her eyes. Her father was dead, of that there was little doubt as she turned her blurry eyes towards his headless body. The Jedi too, was gone, though his death far more spectacular and with less left behind. Even so, she wanted to go down. The little girl in her heart desperately wanted daddy to stand again, though she knew he never would again.
Before she could even consider giving into the desire, the sharp crack of the landing platform snapped her most base instinct to attention. The damage to the arm was, she now understood, quite severe. What was left had abruptly begun to bend and crack under the bloated freighter's weight.
They'd always talked about this before. If one fell, the other would flee. There would be no hesitation. At the time, Selena had thought it was all a great big joke. Her father too, had taken it with his usual positivity. That hadn't kept him from demanding that she agree.
Tears blurring her vision, Selena quietly set the ship to lift off. She wanted to say something. ANYTHING. No part of her mind could muster the eloquence they once could, however, and she managed barely, "Goodbye, daddy." The ship lifted in to the sky as the platform finally began to give under the sudden pressure change from the ship's repulsors. Her eyes caught one last glimpse of her father's body before the entire platform snapped, tumbling freely downward to what would undoubtedly be a spectacular crash when it hit something substantial enough to stop it.
In silence she guided the ship out of the atmosphere as quickly and casually as possible before setting jump coordinates to Tatooine. Her mind could conjure no better destination than that of the planned delivery point of this clandestine weapons shipment. Only when the ship snapped into hyperdrive did she surrender to the cold grip upon her heart. She shuffled her way into her sleeping quarters, collapsed upon her bed, and cried until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
