Sol Kadav

Time deemed an unnecessary factor when you were a parent of twin newborns. What Sol found interesting, though, was the near-synchronized schedule of Sabian and Serena. It was almost as if they could communicate with one another, a feat which seemed impossible, yet all the more interesting. Never once did he leave the nursery. When a couple of nosy pirates had careened a path through the station's defenses - which had happened in the past -, Sol was nowhere to be found. Normally he would be on the control bridge, watching from a towering view port as they were blown to bits. Not today. When his comlink buzzed for the fifth time, he shifted Serena into his left arm along with her brother and used his right hand to handle the device. "Lord Kadav? Where-" "With my children," he replied bitterly, afraid that yelling at the nerfherder on the other hand would initiate fits of crying and confused cooing. "Unless we are under attack, Lieutenant, then do not call me again. Do we have an understanding?" "Yes sir. I apolo-" Click. He set the comlink back down onto the table. Pushing the thought of dismembering Lieutenant Alar from his mind, Sol steadily rose to his feet. Serena - who, unlike her brother, was shrouded in a bright pink blanket - had fallen asleep. Sabian - wrapped in a blue one - was still awake, but watching him with large, curious eyes. It almost seemed like he was trying to decipher the conversation between his father and the voice on the comlink, an assimilation that greatly amused the cyborg. Placing a gentle kiss against his son's forehead, he walked over to the crib and placed his children inside of it. He'd read in the parenting book Anilara had purchased for them that it was a great hazard to put anything inside of an infant's crib. Even accompanying a baby with blankets and stuffed animals was dangerous. So, to avoid the risk of anything happening to either of them, the twins' mattress, while comfortable, was bare. Just as he turned around to go and sit down again, the nursery door slid open with an automatic hiss. He narrowed his eyes, believing it to be one of the crewmen. But to his relief - and utter ecstasy - it was Ani. Glancing one last time into the crib - satisfied to see that Sabian's eyes had closed as well -, Sol approached Anilara and enveloped her in his arms. "I just put them down," he whispered, setting a hand against his wife's cheek. He wasn't sure how long it had been since they'd seen each other last, but it felt like an eternity. "Did you have a safe trip here?"

Not long after the operatives had their 'joyful experience', the Silver Hawk's navicomputer indicated that they were close to the end of their deep space voyage. The almost sing-song tone that whistled from the console captured Sol's attention. He stood up, smoothed out his hair and jabbed his thumb down on one of the buttons. The signal came to an immediate end. "We're almost there," he said, turning back around to face his counterpart. "Let's hope that the fur ball isn't heavily guarded." The more he thought about it, the less it made sense. Why would the Republic want to get their hands on a wookiee? Was the brute who Sol had taken out back at the citadel 'wookiee royalty' of some sort? Were the furred beasts of Kashyyyk allied with the men and women of the Republic Order? He hoped not.

SOL KADAV'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Solarius Kadav A.K.A: Sol Kadav, Steward of Fondor Homeworld: Coruscant Species: Human, Echani Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 27 Height: 6'2" Weight: 186 lbs. Hair: Raven black, medium length Eyes: Gray Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Basic attire; gray vest over a white long-sleeved shirt, black pants and combat boots. Underneath his clothing, Sol is fitted with very strong, yet very comfortable and flexible body armor that holds up well to both physical blows and blaster bolts. The cortosis-woven plating makes his armor lightsaber-resistant as well. Weapons: Sol carries with him - everywhere he goes, or anywhere that permits weapons to be carried on one's person - his Firebrand blaster rifle, his modified holdout blaster, and a belt with three thermal detonators clipped to it. On his ship, the Silver Hawk, he has two other blaster pistols and one rifle stored in a metal case in its storage bay. Common Inventory: His comlink, several hundred credits, and his droid, R2-H8. Faction Information [!factn] Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Non-Force User Alignment: Lawful Evil/Chaotic Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Black Sun Current Faction Rank: Smash Daisaku's ”œRight Hand Man”

"...sir?" Sol's grip on his sparring partner didn't falter. He held the brute of a Twi'lek three feet off of the ground. It was obvious he was angry that his training session had been interrupted, but nonetheless, he responded to the agent. "What is it?" The agent stood there, catching site of his comrade in the steward's grip. Unbeknownst to him, Sol had no intention of inflicting serious harm onto this man. Still, his hold around the man's throat remained. "L-Lord Daisaku requests that you meet him at the Citadel, sir," he said uneasily. "H-He says he has much to discuss with you." "Very well." He released the Twi'lek, who had been clawing at his unbreakable arm. The alien fell to the floor, gasping for breath. He looked up at Sol with a grin, who helped him to his feet. "You're getting better, Loram," he said, brushing his friend's shoulder off.. The Twi'lek nodded. "Thank you, Lord Kadav," he replied, staying behind in the sparring chamber as Sol went on ahead to the turbolift. "Have a safe journey!" --- Minutes later, the Silver Eagle left the space station's hangar, its coordinates set for the Black Sun Citadel on Coruscant. Only seconds after that, it entered the star-streaked void of hyperspace.

Reemerging from Hyperspace only hours after entering it, the Silver Eagle touched down in the space station's hangar. As if he'd summoned them, a crew consisting of eight men and women wearing jumpsuits stood by while Sol ran through the all too-familiar post-flight checks. Once he was finished, he abandoned ship and was immediately met by one of the crew members. She gave him a succinct, yet respectful nod and waved a hand towards his ship. ”œDo you require refueling, sir?”

The Silver Eagle traveled through hyperspace, streaks of white light passing by the cockpit's frontal window. Sol sat behind the controls, guesstimating the time it would take him to arrive at the Gunshop. He assumed that it would take him - at the most - another ten minutes or so to finally arrive there. So, kicking back in his chair, he propped his feet up on the dashboard, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited for his navicomputer to indicate that he had arrived at his destination...

As soon as Anilara had left, Sol went back over to the monitors. After giving them one last look, he shut them down. He entered an eight-digit code into the keypad, which would put a lock on the entire system and prevent anybody curious enough to hack into the mainframe from doing so. Not only was there the password that protected the station's mainstream line, but a group of three Black Sun Agents trained specifically for anything related to hi-tech technology kept an eye on the system's mainframe twenty-four-seven. Any imposing computer hacker or threat related to cyber networking would be discovered before any real damage could be done. With that thought to calm his nerves, Sol left the control room shortly after Anilara had. Two other guards were brought in to keep an eye on it, both equipped with the ability to open a direct communication line to Sol, should the need ever arise. They were both armed with a blaster rifle, two thermal detonators, and a vibroblade. There were guards positioned at every blast door in the entire space station, all of whom were summoned by Sol's own hand. With the galaxy at war once again, one couldn't be too careful. With his blaster pistols holstered on either hip and his gold-plated armor worn under his clothing, Sol took the turbolift to the hangar. The Silver Eagle was the only ship docked there, surrounded by several workers in jumpsuits which had the Black Sun logo sewn above the right breastbone. One of the workers, a young dark-haired woman walked up to and saluted him. ”œYour ship has been refueled, sir,”

”œOh”¦ sure. But we'll definitely have to”¦ ”˜reminisce' with one another when I get back.”

Relief washed over him upon learning that even though he'd been modified, Anilara thought no less of him. He lifted his head up a bit at her touch, meeting her gaze. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, thankful for the fact that she didn't consider him to be either a freak, or some sort of cyborg - which was funny, because in a sense, he kind of was. He was still the same person despite all of his ”˜modifications', though he certainly no longer fell under the ”˜Average Human' category. He was different, and he was willing to accept that. However, he was still him. Sol Kadav. What physical differences he had obtained had been given to him for the sake of his job. He'd agreed to join the Black Sun, and was willing to do whatever was necessary to earn a living for himself. He didn't consider what Smash's doctors had done to him a curse; in fact, he thought of his improved being as a gift. He was a better person because of it, and he was able to do so many things that an average human or alien would never be able to do. He was unique. ”œWell,”

Sol was silent for a few moments, taking the time to down the rest of his drink. He normally wasn't one for drinking stimulant beverages, though this was a special occasion. Not only was the construction of the space station completed, but he and Anilara were together. He thought that that deserved a bit of a celebration, hence why he also took a glass for himself. The Caf, surprisingly, was quite good. He'd had a glass of it when he was visiting Tatooine nearly four years prior to him ever joining the Black Sun, back when he was still looking for work. His focus seemed to set on her question again, to which he hesitated before providing her with an answer. His feelings for her were strong indeed, and he could sense that she also felt the same way about him. Why couldn't he be truthful with her? He had nothing to hold back from her. While he was a physically enhanced human being, he was still Sol Kadav. His morals - his principles - were still the same. He wasn't a psychotic killer, though he did not hesitate to fulfill an order given to him by the leader of the Black Sun. He was loyal to not only Smash Daisaku, but now, to Anilara Starbane. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, but immediately reopened them. He had to tell her. There was no getting around it. She had asked him, so he would tell her. So, he explained the full extent of his abilities, making sure to leave absolutely no detail out...

”œI should have that,”

He nodded. ”œI don't think he even knows you're here,”

Once they were finished, they had gotten dressed. Sol turned the lights, monitors, and control console back on, so that the room was once again flooded in light. There was no evidence of their physical correspondence. The only way that anybody would find out about it is if one of them told them about it. Sol vowed, right then and there, that he would never tell anybody about what they took part in. It was their secret, and it was a secret that he was intent on keeping. After pulling his other boot on, he leaned back in his chair. His heart was racing, though his endurance was still very high. He had Smash to thank for that, though he wouldn't be telling the man about the experience that he and Anilara had just shared. That would remain between them. Not even the leader of the Black Sun, his boss, would learn about it. He moved over to her and took her hand, his brown eyes meeting her purple ones. ”œThat was incredible,”

Sol had been watching the monitors, scanning each and every one of them. Not as a precaution, but more for his own enjoyment. He liked seeing what the crew ”“ the same men and women who had constructed the shipyard - was up to, and what they were working on. A dozen of them were in one of the hangars. As he continued to scan over the monitors, he came across the live feed that led from the medical center, which seemed to be in use at that very moment. A man was laying down on one of the cots, being attended to by a doctor. His injuries unknown to Sol, he was about to send a comm to the man taking care of him to ask what was wrong with him. However, just as he had pulled out his commlink, he felt somebody spin his chair around from behind. Instinctively, his hand met the handle of his blaster. His fingers fumbled over it, and just as he was about to pull it out of his holster once more, he saw Anilara standing over him. Confused, wondering if there was something wrong, he was about to say something, but was cut off as she leaned down and kissed him right on the mouth. He didn't resist her kiss, nor did he kiss her back. Not at first, anyway. For the first several moments, he was shrouded in a sense of surprise, and of a building desire for her. Several seconds had passed until he slowly slid his arms around her back, rising to his feet so that she no longer had to bend down to reach him. He felt the passion”¦ the red-hot desire that she put behind her kiss, which he had to admit caught him off guard at first. Now, however, he returned it, while at the same time, caressing her back with his left hand. The various beeping and humming that the monitors made no longer registered with him. There was Anilara, and Anilara only. Anything and everything else was negligible. There was only her, and her fervent kiss. He felt very strongly about her”¦ was this a sign that she felt the same way about him? (( Yeah. Don't want the mods breathing down our necks. ))

A couple of moments after Anilara had taken a seat, Sol caught the guard staring at her once more. The man's eyes were on her chest almost as quickly as Sol's hand was on his blaster. It was up, out of his holster, and trained on the forehead of the guard in a little more than a second. He squeezed the trigger once, releasing a red bolt of energy, which sunk into the man's cranium and made him fall backwards. A splatter of blood covered the wall where he had just fallen, and slowly began to seep down towards the floor. A thin stream of grey smoke slowly floated from the barrel of his blaster pistol. The man's body corpse sunk to the floor, showing no signs of life whatsoever. Satisfied, Sol stuck his blaster into his holster once more, before pulling his commlink out of his pocket. <<”œSend a disposal unit to the central control hub.”

Sol watched the confrontation - a rather short confrontation at that - between Anilara and the guard. Three well-placed shots from her blaster ended his life right on the spot. The other man had witnessed the entire thing, though he did nothing about it. He simply stood there, staring at the body of his dead counterpart, then back up at Anilara. There was a hint of sheer terror in his eyes, though he attempted to remain unagitated. He swallowed, and instead of running away or retaliating against Anilara, he simply stood there, unmoving. ~Nice shot.~ He spoke again, this time, to answer her question. ”œSmash sent me here to overlook the construction of the shipyard,”

Sol had been watching one of the many computer screens that relayed the happenings in the entire nearly-built shipyard to the very room ”“ the control room ”“ that he hadn't left for nearly a day. The workers that Smash had sent to construct the yard were doing a bang-up job, as far as he was concerned. They had even taken the liberty to spend more time on the control room, making it nearly as lavish as Smash's office. Hell, they had gone as far as installing a bar, which was built against the corner of the room. The shelves had been stocked with various bottles of nearly every alcoholic drink that one could think of. The windows, to his surprise, while very large, were also one-way. He could see out, but nobody could see in. This added that all too-important bit of privacy; who knew if the Republic or another faction decided to go as far as spying on whoever was in the room? It wasn't like they'd get very far; the outer defenses of the shipyard would surely do away with any imposing enemy that dared cross into the Black Sun territory. Not only were there dozens of squadrons of Black Sun fighters and freighters ensuring the safety of the station, but there were dozens of turrets and cannons well-positioned around the shipyard to further increase its security. The second shield generator, which would be used as a backup in case something were to happen to the main one, was currently under construction on the underbelly of the central station. It was heavily guarded, as well; though it was not yet completed. Given another week, the entire yard would be completed. Behind Sol, the two Black Sun operatives standing on either side of the door were snickering quietly, and making tactless remarks about Anilara's bust. He supposed that they figured he couldn't hear them, but he picked up on every word the two of them said. Without turning around in his chair to look at them, he simply scanned the other monitors, eventually finding the one that showed the very corridor that she was walking through. She was headed towards the central control room, which was where he was at that very moment. ”œI'd suggest that one of you go and greet Miss Starbane, and lead her here,”

Sol was standing near the window of the small, recently completed lookout tower. He had his arms folded over his chest, and turned around, hearing a bit of static coming from his computer screen. Before long, the holographic image of one of the captains of the Black Sun appeared before him. He listened to what the man had to say, before turning around to look out of the window again. "The central station," he repeated, mostly to himself. He brought a hand up to his chin, scratching at the few whiskers that had grown there over the last week or so. "Captain, there will be no need for a jail of any sort here," he said. "The only punishment that our enemies shall receive is a blaster bolt to the brain." He paused, scanning the progress that the men had already made. He brainstormed for a couple of seconds, trying to think of a possible shape that the central station, the heart of the ship yard, could be. He wanted the entire thing to be a large, dark, and menacing place to those who even dared to intrude upon it. Auto-turrets would be, of course, added later on. He knew that there would need to be a good number of Black Sun operatives watching over the ship yard at all times. Smash would probably have to invest more of his money in getting better, more well-armored ships to guard what was theirs. "Take some notes, Captain," he said, sitting down in a chair in front of the screen. "We have much that we need to discuss." ((OOC: We can discuss what it should look like over AIM. Or, you can just go ahead and make it how you see fit.))

A day had passed since Sol arrived on the space station. He was relieved to have finally received a transmission from somebody a part of the Black Sun. The man on the other end of the comm told him that he had come with construction crews, as well the supplies needed to construct the ship yard. Sure enough, glancing through the window of the station's command bridge, he spotted several freighters approaching. He smiled, stood up from the chair he was sitting in, and made his way to the hangar. He brought his comlink up to his mouth and spoke into it, giving the captain a single command, though it came out in the form of a question. "Construction will begin immediately then, Captain?"

The Silver Eagle touched down on the desolate, abandoned space station that had been in orbit around Fondor for some time now. It was once a neutral station that had been taken over by the Empire, but it had been deserted, for reasons unknown to either side. Now, it was under the control of the Black Sun. As soon as Sol touched down inside of the hangar, he brought his comlink out of his pocket, then checked on his datapad to see if Smash had included the names of any people who he could ask to help aid him in the construction of a new ship yard. He smiled. He had.

Sol followed Anilara in awkward silence. He boarded his ship, pulling the lever next to the ramp to raise it back up. As soon the hatch was shut, he made his way into the cockpit and sat down in the pilot's chair. He ran his fingers over his navi-computer to enter the appropriate coordinates for the Black Sun Citadel, and fired up the engines for take-off. --- Only a couple of minutes later, the Silver Eagle left the Kamonian platform for the last time - at least, for a while. His craft made a complete turn in mid-air, and soon, broke the outer-most atmospheric layer of the planet. Soon, they were in Space, bound for Coruscant.

Sol paused, seeing Anilara stop, as well. She was standing there, in the middle of the terrible storm, yet she didn't seem bothered by it in the least. In fact, Sol could have sworn that she looked... at peace, surrounded by the swirling vortex of rain, thunder, and lightning. He wasn't sure if she was planning on standing there for a while, or if she simply wanted to take in the fresh air before she boarded the Silver Eagle. Either way, he knew that they were in no real rush to get back to Coruscant. Hell, if he had it his way - and if she was up to it, as well - he would take them to Manaan, or some other peaceful planet to stay at for a while, before Smash needed them back at the Citadel. He stepped forward, debating with himself, trying to decide whether or not to try to talk to Anilara. She seemed like she was lost in her own world. Perhaps this was how she always was, after she had murdered somebody? Or was it because of the kiss...? "Anilara," he began slowly. Softly. He chose his words carefully. "Are you alright?"

The elevator ride to the top of the building would have been pleasant, if there wasn't so much tension between Sol and Anilara. She was obviously feeling either upset, or angry - or both - for having kissed him after the death of Harrun. Whether or not she had actual feelings for him, remained yet to be seen. He had a feeling that if he tried asking her about it, she'd go off on him and inflict physical harm upon him. So, he remained silent, and waited for the turbolift to come to a stop at the top-most floor. As soon as the doors slid open, Anilara was the first one out. She seemed relieved to have finally gotten out of the small compartment, and that hurt him a little bit. However, this feeling was gone almost as soon as it had come. He knew that she felt embarrassed for having kissed him, and he felt bad for her. He didn't want to embarrass her in any way, shape, or form. He felt guilty for having made her feel this way. He sighed, then proceeded to follow her. His ship was docked outside of this very room, out on the landing pad. He noticed now that he was soaked, thanks to the heavy rain that continued to fall. He was surprised that in such a large, empty space like this, that the rain couldn't be heard pattering over the roof as it made contact with it. The rain made for poor flying conditions, but the heavy winds that blew over Kamino were probably the biggest obstacle for pilot's to overcome. As soon as they exited the facility, the Silver Eagle's docking ramp lowered, permitting their entrance on to the vessle. ”œAfter you,”

Sol's eyes widened after she had kissed him. It was very”¦ impulsive, to say the least, of Anilara to do that. The woman who he knew hungered for violence and battle, who was, possibly, the most stubborn and outrageous being who he had ever met, had kissed him. Normally, he would have been opposed to the idea of another woman showing him any intimate affection”¦ ever since Na'an died. The woman who he loved. It still pained him, even to this day, to know that she was”¦ gone. It took him a second or two to realize that Anilara was making her way back to the turbolift. He proceeded to follow her, still in a slight daze from what had just happened. He had a feeling that she didn't mean anything by it; perhaps it was just a spontaneous action, something that she really didn't want to do? Or did she mean something by it”¦? He shook his head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. Harrun was dead, as were his ”˜minions'. Luckily, there were no authoritarian figures on Kamino ”“ none that he knew of, at least. For all he knew, there could have been a squadron of Stormtroopers waiting for them back at his ship. Just to be safe, he kept his blaster pistol un-holstered, but slung his blaster rifle around his back. He boarded the turbolift with Anilara, which would take them directly to the top of the building, where his ship was currently docked. He didn't say anything to her, fearful that she might lash out at him if he did so. Instead, he stood by her side, waiting for the turbolift to reach the fortieth floor”¦

Never before had Sol worked with somebody quite like Anilara. Never before had he met a woman who became sexually aroused in the midst of the death of another. She, like him, was an evil individual. Eviler, probably. Sure, he enjoyed murdering those who deserved to be murdered. He stared at her, watching her slim, curvy form soar through the air as she landed on the Twi'lek, plunging the knife into the side of his neck, and ultimately killing him. He stood back, watching her end the life of a once-powerful crime lord. What was odd, though, was what he was feeling shortly after Harrun died. He kept his eyes glued to Anilara, unable to deny the feelings that he suddenly had toward her. A pool of blood was slowly forming around Harrun's head, turning the back of his once bright green head, to a sickly dark crimson color. His eyes were rolled up into the back of his head, and his mouth was opened in an ”˜O' of surprise. Without taking his eyes off of her, he strapped his rifle back over his shoulders, and walked over to her. Without really realizing what he was doing, he extended his hand towards her to help her back up onto her feet.