Eol, that sounds great, and drawing her without the helmet is a good idea, since otherwise it's impossible to tell who it is.

Regarding my last post, I haven't had 13 do anything other than turn up at the scene, both because I haven't yet decided how she's going to get involved, and I didn't want to have her jump into a combat round completely unannounced.

Oh and on another note, I'll post her character sheet and a description too, since everyone else has.

Working on a post, should have it up early tomorrow


*grumbles about work*

Here's the score:

Speeder Party Mercury: driving, unhurt
Lana: unhurt
Ziv: unhurt
Jaal: feelings hurt
Jeena: dead

Lawbreaking party Caise: uncounscious, badly wounded
Damanil: barely conscious, seriously wounded
Dime: slightly wounded

Up to Mercury and the rest where they will go from here... Jaal may or may not be able to help.

Up to Damanil as to whether he will try to keep passing himself off as TDF. Up to Dime whether he surrenders or begins to keep score as to how many blaster rifle bolts he can eat.

"Way to go blind-guy! Smooth move cutting a primed rocket in half! Ya laserbrain!"

When we get to jail, I call top bunk!

Hmmm... wonder what kind of twist this puts in Yali/13's plan?

Patience young padawan, all will be revealed.

Just noticed I still haven't posted the character sheet for my character, so here goes:

Name: '13'/Yali Kynos
Species: Human
Class: Soldier 1
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6" (5'10" in armour)
Weight: 116 lbs

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 14

Wound Points: 16
Vitality: 13
Defence: 16
Damage Reduction: 4
Armour Check Penalty: -4
Speed: 8m

Initiative: +3
Force Points: 1
Reputation: 0

Fortitude: 5
Reflex: 3
Will: 0

Attack: Blaster carbine
Attack Bonus: +4 (+5 if target within 10m) (+0/+0 with Multifire)
Damage: 3d8 (+1 damage if target within 10m)
Crit: 19-20x2
Stun: DC 15
Range: 20m

Attack: Knife
Attack Bonus: +3
Damage: 1d4+2
Crit: 20x2

Languages:
Galactic Basic
Huttese

Skills: (total points: 24)

Cross-Class -
Bluff: 3 (2 skill points)
Entertain (Dance): 3 (2 skill points)


Class Skills -
Treat Injury: 4 (4 skill points)
Demolitions: 5 (4 skill points)
Repair: 3 (2 skill points)
Computer Use: 3 (2 skill points)
Intimidate: 6 (4 skill points)
Knowledge (Crime Syndicates): 3 (2 skill points)
Profession (Bounty Hunting): 2 (2 skill points)

Feats:

Class Feats:
Armour Prof. (light)
Weapon Group Prof. (blaster pistols, blaster rifles, heavy weapons, simple weapons, vibro weapons)

Bought Feats: (6 to spend)
Armour Prof. (medium)
Point Blank Shot

Equipment:
N’Gant-Zarvel 9118 Heavy Carbine (blaster carbine)
Knife
Energy Cells x 2 (1 in rifle)
Customized padded battle armour
Breath Mask (in helmet)
Comlink (in helmet)
Cred. Chip (with 0 creds)
A little food and water
Poor Citizen's clothing



Description of Yali:

Yali would be judged pretty by the standards of most humans, with her tanned skin, full lips and toned skin. Perhaps she is slightly thinner than is the current vogue, and maybe a little unusual with her silvery hair, but even then no one would call her bad looking by any means. Of course, not many people get to see Yali at all. For she prefers to travel as ‘13’, the feared bounty hunter, and hides herself away in the jet black body armour and helmet of her profession. Couched in the anonymity her body armour gives, few desire to speak more than the odd pleasantry to her, and given the arsenal of weapons she carries with her, that’s probably a wise decision. Even when she is by herself, she rarely removes her armour, finding in it a second skin, and something as hard and tough as she is vulnerable inside.


Background:

The small cylinder is scratched and worn, and has probably been used countless times. You momentarily wonder what all the recordings that were once made on it said, before slowly sliding it into your datapad and turning it on. Perhaps it contains a love letter, or the last words of a dying man…or, maybe something as mundane as a shopping list…

*Beep* *Beep* Data Recording starting…

“I won’t tell you my name. If this disc has been lost it is better that way. If it has been found on my dead corpse…well then you already know who I am. But…I need to tell someone something about myself. …I never knew how lonely it could be travelling the galaxy, mingling in vast crowds, without anyone knowing the real me. But it is lonely, and I need to share. So here it is.

I can’t remember my parents. All I have memory of is life as a slave amidst the arid wastes of Tattooine. Perhaps I was born to be a slave – bred like a bantha from test tubes and selected for my strength and endurance? Or maybe I was stolen as a young child from my parents and sold to the highest bidder? When I was younger I used to think long and hard about where I came from, half-hoping that I was in actual fact a princess abducted from her home and would be rescued by a handsome jedi, like in all those holovids. But now I realize it doesn’t mater where I came from. It matters only what I am.

I wasn’t always a killer, I promise you. For years I was a pliant and uncomplaining slave, doing all that was asked of me. I would labour as hard as any droid before I had seen ten Republican years, dance for my masters as I grew into a woman, and even allow myself to be fondled by dirty old men that should have known better. I may have even died as a faithful slave if my master hadn’t given me to Gribooga the Hutt in order to pay off some debt. For, as a member of the Exchange, Gribooga didn’t need a new slave to fix her battered droids, or dance for her patrons, but someone who would willingly pleasure her employees.

I cried until I could cry no more when I was beaten, and chained and finally locked away with one of Gribooga’s favoured goons. He never even took off his armour as he looked over me with cool indifference, and then did more…. I could smell his unwashed body though, and can even smell it now, and hear his bestial grunts. I can even still feel the thrill that coursed through me as my hand found his vibro-dagger and plunged it in the only spot where he had shed his armour.

I shook as much as he did when I crawled out from underneath him, and slowly twisted the dagger until his spasms ceased. But it wasn’t fear. Was it enjoyment: the thrill of my first kill? I don’t know. All I know is that I didn’t feel any panic, as I stripped him of his armour, hid his body, and escaped into the streets of Mos Eisley disguised as the armoured man. Yet it wasn’t the best disguise I could have taken. Everyone seemed to know and fear the armoured man I had killed, and wearing his fully body armour, with my voice altered by his helmet, everyone thought that I was him. Even Gribooga thought that that was the case, as she pushed me into doing jobs for her – collecting protection money, putting the frighteners on smugglers late with their payments, even…even killing. I was sure I would die, by being found out by some punk who would realise I barely knew how to fire my blaster. But I didn’t. I didn’t, and the more jobs I did the better I got until I found myself with enough creds to escape Tattooine altogether.

Yet it is ironic that although I’ve escaped from slavery, even escaped from who I am, I am still as much a prisoner as I was before. For you see, I hate what I’ve become – a gun for hire, a paid killer – but I don’t know what else to do. I have no Republican citizenship, I have only a few creds to my name, and the only I ever learnt to do was how to shoot a gun. So I hope…well I hope you can understand why I have done what I have. I know forgiveness it too much to ask.”

Data Recording ending…*Beep* *Beep*

...a bounty hunter skilled in dance. That could come in waaaaay handy depending on the mark, eh?

Very cool, Gina.

Well I wanted to give her something to reflect the fact that she had been a slave. Plus it can make for a fun alias.

Very Nice character description.. and the recording for a Background... excellent!

...post is coming.

...that being unconscious helps one attain.

Hanging... or laying on the pavement... or whatever.

Ooh I'll look forward to it.

And glad you liked it YeOlde.

I railroaded Yali into the same transport as the rest of the lawbreaker portion of the party... sue me. Her bluff went well, but being so noticeable, instead of quiet like a good bystander, gets her special treatment.

And gives me a convenient way to merge the party!

Not a problem, Olan.

Incidentally, are the two captured goons inside the same transport as Yali and Dime?

...it's looking like I should have her pic colored at some point this weekend. Best case scenario: I'll get some freetime and finish it up tonight... Worst case: I'll have it ready by Monday (have trick-or-treat night tomorrow in my neighborhood and a Halloween party or two to attend but it's not like those are all day/all night events)... Lana pic is coming soon...