Lysander0301

Lysander awoke in the sound of his bacta tank draining. They had finally arrive to the dust ball of the galaxy. The pain in his arm had turn from sharp to dull. It was healed enough but could break at anything to strenuous. As he began to clean up, he listened to his response to his earlier message. It was short and filled with more than necessary apologies, but still included a meeting location. He geared up for his journey into settlement taking special steps to add padding and a brace for his arm. The vision from Kaskyyyk still buzzing in his head. The Hand of Malcore landed a distance away for the settlement and Lysander loaded up the bike he “borrowed” from Onderon. Upon reaching the settlement a deafening roar was heard, a massive creature was seen ready to assault the settlement, the smell of blood hung in the air. “Welcome Home Hunter” an angelic voice whispered in Lysander’s ear as he accelerated towards the beast.

Private comm message to Ailbasi Zirtani.

The rest of the extraction was uneventful, the vision still lingered in everyone’s minds. Saint issued out orders to everyone, the beginnings of a real group were being placed. Lysander orders were clear and he made his way to the Hand of Malcore. Once inside his ship all he heard was robotic laughter from all the droids. “So what, didn’t pay the stripper? Wouldn’t be the first time. Knew you were a furry lover.” Chuckled UR3 “Shut up and prep the tank” barked Lysander as we wondered why he even gave them distinct personalities. “What do you think that will do? Your arm is more dust than bone, it will take a while for it to even remotely heal.” warned UR3 as he stared to pull out the necessary equipment. “We have work to do! A quick fix is all I need for the time being” Lysander said as he began to strip off his armor, the pain in his arm pulsing with every move. With the command of his voice the on board computer sent out a message to the contact on Tatooine. UR3 filled the tank and prepped Lysander for entry. After entry Lysander closed his eyes and began to dream of the angel once again. The ship began to take off and head towards its next destination, Tatooine.

The mercenary squad cleared the explosion of the generator and made their way back to extraction. What soldiers that did stand in their way back were almost effortless put down, these proud Wookiee warriors cut down like grass against a scythe. Suddenly a cool and empty feeling began to creep into Lysander’s mind and body. His vision became blurry and he began his to free fall. Darkness was all around him and the ground quickly approached him. He landed like a meteor into the ground but the impact brought him no pain. Lysander stood up and surveyed the area. In horror he looked to the ground. It wasn’t dirt we stood on, they were stone faces each contorted in a wide range of expressions and emotions. Mountains burst from the ground all around him and they erupted with lava smoke and lighting. Spears of energy flew towards Lysander and pierced his body with ease. The faces began to speak in unison as Lysander started to become short of breath and was lifted in the air by the spears “OUTSIDER!!” “ Yes!!!!” “NO!!!” “YOU ARE NO WELCOME!!” “ Yes!!!!” “NO!!!” “YOU MUST EARN YOUR KEEP!!!” “ Yes!!!!” “NO!!!” The spears began to twist and finally Lysander lost all breath and he struggled for air. He could feel is life force leave his body, this was it, this is how he would die. A bright light shown through the darkness. An angel with magnificent wings and a white dress floated towards Lysander. She kissed him on the forehead and he felt life breathed into him. “ Welcome home hunter” she said in an angelic voice as she touch his face. Lysander was brought to tears at her touch and once again he found himself falling. He outstretched his hands to grab onto the angel but failed to touch her. He turn in the air to see the ground, it was a forest with a band of mercs. He was on a direct crash course for a soldier in red. Just before impact he saw the mans face, his own face. An explosion brought Lysander back into the moment as he threw his helmet off. Breathing heavy as if he was just coming up for air after drowning, he wiped the tears from his face and walked towards the fiery explosion. “ Qat Chrystac” whispered the flames as Lysander stared deep into the flames. From the bushes a morally broken Wookiee warrior watched in horror as the Black Sun fleet began to assault his grand city. Once again his people would be under subjugation. Rather than beg for his life as a slave, he has resolved to die a warriors death. With a defiant roar he charged at his nearest target, Lysander, like a bull seeing a muleta. Lysander raised his DLT but was to late as the Wookiee knocked the rifle from his hands and grabbed on to Lysander’s upper arm. “HOLD!” Shouted Saint. Not only would shooting into the melee result in unneeded injuries but she wanted to test Lysander. To see what he was made of and see if he had what it takes to be a crusader. The Wookiee began to tighten his grip on Lysander’s arm. Lysander scrambled to reach his side arm was the Wookiee tried to find purchase on his other arm. Pain finally shot through his body as the the armor cracked at well as the bones. Lysander gritted his teeth as he did his best to suppress a scream of pain. Just as the Wookiee was about to grab onto the other arm, Lysander grabbed ahold of his side arm and managed to score three hits on to the Wookiee. However this was not enough as the Wookiee swatted the pistol away and tossed the red warrior a few feet away. Lysander landed on his back with a heavy thud. The staggered over to his foe and raised his leg as to crush Lysander skull in with a stomp. With a quick roll to the side Lysander evaded the attack and sprung to his feet. Pain again erupted from his arm as he rose to his feet. With another quick movement he unsheathed his knife and desperately desisted his stave for such an occasion. A huff of anger erupted from the Wookiee as it charged toward his kill and raise his fist back. Lysander went forward with a faint, only to jump back at the last moment to evade the Wookiee’s fist. In that moment with the Wookiee’s momentum Lysander kicked the side of the beast knee, which almost brought it to its knees. With this opportunity Lysander plunged his knife into the Wookiee’s thick skull. The fight was over as the warrior meet his death and fell to the ground. Lysander retrieved his equipment and closed the Wookiee eyes. At least he went out on his own terms thought Lysander. The pain in his arm began to surge as the adrenaline slowly left his system. Even the simple swaying of the limb was painful, it had surely been broken. Lysander counted his blessings as he looked to the rest of the squad as a medic attended a fallen soldier. The zone was getting to hot and if they wanted to live they needed to move now.

Once Lysander meet up with the rest of the unit, he gathered his equipment from the two droids. With a bid farewell he sent the droid off back to the ship with orders to keep it on standby in the event things went to far south. With some distain on his face, he looked over his fellow mandalorian squad mates. To him the group looked like a parade of mismatched colors and symbols, each with expression ranging from calm and cool to fear and dread. Sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd, a disgruntled trandoshan took his spot on the shuttle and growled away all that spoke to him. Not a team player thought Lysander as he too found a quite spot to wait while the shuttle descended into orbit. The jump itself came up and went about as smooth as expected, not bad for his first time outside of a SIM. As the group gathered up and made their way to the facility, guards were taken out with ease by other members of the squad. A big gun deserved big targets and now was not Lysander’s time. Once the charges were set and the door blown off its hinges the squad flooded in with a few staying behind to guard the escape route. Deeper in the faculty they went and meet with heavier resistance as expected. A hail of blaster fire rained from both side and down went to trandoshan. A flesh wound to the leg would mean nothing to the trandoshan in the end , but immediate treatment was necessary as a yellow and orange mandalorian tended to the wound. Rounding yet another corner was yet another surprise in the form of a Mark II cannon. With the scream of more fire power, Lysander did not need orders to come toward. With the aim of his DLT-19, Lysander opened fire onto the gun team. The DLT-19 roared to life with blaster fire as it shredded the two Wookiees closest to the the cannon and damaging the set up. A third Wookiee had been hit and fell to the ground roaring in pain; while the others scurried away from the cannon. As long as Lysander keep up fire near anything the moved near the cannon it wouldn’t be a problem. Lysander left the Wookiee on ground to lay there in pain, maybe he could use it as bait for any wanna be hero’s. With the cannon cleared the squad moved deeper in the faculty with Lysander and others leading first with heavy firepower.

Bing!!! Another Mission Update, however this time it came from Saint. In the message it said a repulor rig was required for the upcoming mission. Whilst Lysander was thrilled to get his hands on one (a long time item on his holiday wishlist) he was very curious as to who this Saint was and who else was in on this. He had not had time to look up the other member due to his sickness. With a few taps on the data pad, the team files filled the screen. Lysander then let out a very load groan/whine at the sight of one word. Mandalorian.Of course it would be on of those self absorbed SOBs in charge of a special strike force. Still credits are credits and this job proved plenty of it. Lysander read over the team files despite his initial dismissal of core group. However as he read , he didn’t find the usual self absorbedness. Lysander found something different about this group, like they had some higher calling back to the true roots of their people. “Maybe they will be different?.......Nahhhhh “ thought Lysander as he called over his two astromechs. Both EM-3Y and 4Y-KT squealed with excitement as Lysander add their transport racks. They rarely got to leave the Hand of Malcore and were as excited as a droid could get to see other places. Lysander loaded EM-3Y with his DLT-19 and E-11 on the racks. He looked over to his stave and wished he could take it with him , as it was like leaving a part of himself behind. Lysander departed the ship with his droids and onto the flight deck of Marie where his ship was parked. On the deck pilots were making preparations for the invasion and making repairs on ships from the last invasion. Lysander made his way to the armory, where he found more soldiers prepping for battle and a frantic quartermaster. So not to set the poor woman on edge more than what she was, he only handed her the request papers for the repulor rig. Seemly thankful for the simple request she dashed back into the storage area and quickly produced the rig. Lysander took the rig and loaded it onto 4Y-KT. After insuring he had all that he needed for the mission, he began to wandered the halls of the ship in search for the rest of the squad.

*Chrip Ding *Chrip Ding Lysander awoke to the sound of his alarm, head throbbed from a migraine. He rolled to his side and eyed up his puke bucket, his newest friend since leaving Onderon. It had been a rough time since then and it wasn’t until now did Lysander begin to feel back to 100%. He felt a sting of regret for missing out on the invasion of Tatooine but knew he would have been a liability. Lysander found the strength to sit up and cursed himself of moving the alarm to the otherside of the room. Turning the alarm off Lysander shuffled around his ship to look for water and more meds. After downing both, Lysander tried to remember what Black Sun Ship he was docked in. For the life of him, he could not recall as it had all been a blur. With the shake of his head he decided it didn’t matter much where we was, just where we was going. Lysander went back to bed and grabbed his data pad. The pain of the migraine began to subside for now and he reviewed the details of the mission Delta had given him. After review of the mission he decided to change out his normal weapon loadout, changing out his Stave for a DLT-19 and E-11. “Ain’t no way I’m getting up close in this one” He said to himself.

“Lysander Straken, pleasure to meet you in person” said Lysander as he out stretched his hand in a greeting to Delta. “Yeah sure” Delta replied in an annoyed tone as he continued to watch the Cathar walk away. He began to type into his data pad and asked “Sooo.... do you need something or are you just gonna stand there?” Lysander knew he was a nobody to this galaxy wide legend. Maybe one day he to could a legend like Delta. “Oh I was hoping for a friendly chat since we will be working together in the future but I can see your busy. Maybe another time then. In the meanwhile any chance I could have access to Black Sun resources? “ Delta replied "Of course you can have access just comm me what you need and I'll get you an agent profile! I look forward to working with you in the future." “Thank you” said Lysander as he walked away from the table to leave Delta in peace.He wandered the halls of the building. He stopped in front of a large mirror and removed his helmet. As he stared into his reflection he quietly said his to himself“ Your a small fish in a very big pond. You sure you are ready for this?” He then began to meander the streets of the city and pondered what supplies he could request outside of the standard supplies to restock the ship. Hours passed and Lysander found himself at a dinner. Sitting there in a half daze and eating, a news alert popped up on his data pad. “ This just in!! A Cathar was found unconscious in a police officers home after a call was placed to unusual sounds heard by neighbors. Reports are saying a slaughter chamber was found in the officers home and the two officers brutally kill. The Cathar was taken to Universal Hospital for treatment....” That was all Lysander needed to hear. He pushed his food aside, leaving credits on the table he bolted out the door. “Stupid girl!! I knew I should have tailed her!!!” he began to look for a quick means of getting there. He then spotted three bikers give a twi’lek couple a hard time. “Filthy xenos!!! Your kind don’t belong here!!!” The lead biker screamed as he pulled his knife out. Suddenly a blade erupted from his chest. Looking down he saw the blade slide out and fell down. As the other two turned to meet their attacker, Lysander made two sweeping motions with his stave. The two men then erupted into fountains of blood as each had a massive gash from shoulder to hip. As they crumbled to the ground the couple took a few steps back from the crimson figure and bodies. Lysander knelt down and found the keys to one of the bike and growled “Leave” to the couple, who promptly ran in terror. Lysander ordered his drones to meet him at the hospital and hopped on to the bike and rode as fast as he could to the hospital. Entering the hospital Lysander asked the doctors where the Cathar was as he was family and needed to see her. Skeptical a doctor took him back to her room. The doctor instructed Lysander that she would not be awake for a few hours and that she was in rough condition. Upon entering the room they saw a naked nurse trying to cover herself with a blanket. “Nurse what is...” that was all the doctor would say before Lysander picked up the doctor by his throat. “Where is she!! If this is joke, IM NOT LAUGHING!!!” Lysander yelled. “Wait!! She was taken by a man in armor” cried the nurse. Letting go of the doctor who fell to the floor gasping for air “Which way did they go” Lysander demand. “I don’t know” replied the nurse. Lysander Stormed out of the hospital in a fit of rage. The drones had finally meet up with him. “Spread out and find her now!!” Lysander said to the drones, which then flew off in different directions. “ I really screwed the pooch on this one” Lysander said to himself as he heard sirens in the distance.

Finally! While normally a patient and laid back person, Lysander couldn't wait for the cringeworthy flirting of Ailbasi to be over. It wasn't so much she was awkward or quirky, Lysander found it to be humorous and charming in fact. It was that in his opinion she in no way knew how to flirt with the prince and was slipping in a pool of her own drool. " Girl needs some lesson" he thought to himself as they exited the throne room. As he followed her to their destination she began to cry. It was then that he realized she had picked duty over a shot at love, a choice to familiar with him. The feeling hit home and he opened his mouth to say something but failed to find any words to say. Instead he continued to follow her in silence into a bloody chamber. As Lysander entered the chamber he was struck with fear and shock. As he looked around the room of corpses he could not recall seeing or doing anything close to what had happened to these people. He could only describe the scene as if the flesh had peeled off the bodies like layers of an onion. His eyes finally landed on the Hutt. Primordial fear surged through Lysander as his eyes looked into the Hutt's eyes. It was as like he was staring into a black hole, hungry and starving. Lysander started to remember the stories his father told him about the Sith and their power, Lysander thought there was some exaggerating but he was dead wrong. With the power and hunger that came from the Hutt, Lysander felt that it could reach into body and rip his very soul out of him. The fact everyone else was calm in the face of a living black hole was just as jarring as the bloody piles in the room. Ailbasi spoke to the Hutt but it only came out as a garbled mess in Lysander's mind. An alarm in the heads up display buzzed in the corner. One of the probes noted that a merc ship carrying a Tusken prisoner is coming towards the city. Lysander shook his head to clear the message and the fear slowly started to fade. As he looked at the Hutt again it licked its lips as if ready to feed again. With a deep breath Lysander regained his composure and thought back to another story from his father. A story about how respectful and decent the Sith can be to their subordinates. These Sith must be in the same vein as the Sith from the stories, how else would everyone be so calm. If they were not like the stories, then Lysander had made his peace long ago. if death were to come he would go kicking and screaming with all he had. Not like the helpless lambs that had been swallowed by the comic slaughter that was the Hutt For better or worse, Lysander's loyalty had been bought. With a sigh he curses his own rules of never abandoning a job or be bought out. Lysander was gonna be with this crew till the money was gone or they all stopped breathing. The fear had subsided and was soon replaced by disappointment. He shouldn't have let the fear be so much and come so quickly. Lysander resolved to do better, no be better next time and started to refocus on the meeting. After all it was time to meet some new faces.

As the The Hand of Malcore dropped out of hyperspace, Lysander couldn't help himself but feel a little joy and excitement. It had been a long time since he had a stable gig,as the last few months had been a bunch of one and done deals. Lysander's pool of credits were slowly drying up and he needed something big. He ordered HN-NH to hail The Demented Maddness informing they that we have business with Alibasi and will meet with them planet side. After receiving confirmation, the ship began to decend to the planet. As Lysander readyed his equipment, he figures a first impression is always important and selects his "cleanest" set of armor. While getting ready Lysander outstretched his hand to a cup across the room in a vain effort to lift the cup with "the force". Nothing, it did not budge even a little. With a sigh he lowered his hand. He had never been force sensitive and knew he never would be, a skill that would never be mastered . Then with one swift movement he shot the cup up into the air with his pistol, now with a blaster and stave his abilities were unquestioned. The cup landed breaking into pieces and with several annoyed beeps EM-3Y began to clean up the mess. A sith guard on The Demented Maddness then answered the hail and asked what Lysander's business was in contacting them. Lysander responded with he was a bounty hunter that was contacted by Alibasi for his services. The guard than informed Lysander the newcomer and their master were in a mental communion, He would have to wait till they were done to speak to her. Lysander agreed to wait and instructed HN-NH to fly around the planet and to avoid any other ships if possible. He then proceeded to pull out his data pad to do research into the background of Sheog and recent events in the system while he waited.

A comm message is sent to Ailbasi Zirtani It reads " Require a catupre or kill? Need protection from the righteous or nefarious? For the right price all can be done and more!" A comm number is listed at the bottom. Current location is roaming space and will meet wth client at their place of choosing.

Lysander's CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Lysander Straken A.K.A: Dark Hawk Homeworld: Species: Human Physical Description Age: 27 Height: 6 feet 4 inchs Weight: 230 pounds. Hair: golden blonde hair Eyes: Emerald Green Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: In public,ship,or blending in: Lysander wears cargo pants with a plain shirt and will wear additional clothing based off the weather on the planet. If need be for a certain bounty, Lysander will will wear clothing that will better help blend in (i.e. Wearing sith style clothing on a sith dominated planet or fancier clothing while in an upper class area) While on the job he wears an armor based on the design of the emperors royal guard. This armor is red and black with the cape/cloak being all black. The helmet has a infrared motion trackers that trigger an alarm when rapid motion is detected. Lysander has five sets of this suit. Weapon: Actively carrying: DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle E-11 blaster rifle SE-14C blaster pistol Concussion grenades Knife In storage/armory: Double-bladed cortosis-weave vibrostave DLT-19x targeting blaster TL-50 heavy repeater Arc Caster Plasticene thermite gel Common Inventory: Utility belt: Small Datapad that connects to main computer on ship and probe droids. Small medpack. Hand cuffs Spare energy packs for the currently carried weapons Snack of some kind Flex-5 Detonite Tap Comm-link Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: non-force user Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: N/A freelance bounty hunter Current Faction Rank: History: Force Side: Trained by: father and other ex-dark watch Trained who: Known Skills: trained in tactics used by dark watch ( martial arts Echani, squad tactics, weapon proficiencies with both melee and blaster, improvised weapons training, stealth) advanced bounty hunting tactics( scare tactics, trap creating, target stalking) Medical training (similar training in what a field medic would be able to do) some knowledge to droid and ship repair. Background: Dirk "Star Killer" Straken, father of Lysander, was part of Dark Dark Watch. After Dagon went into hiding and the Dark Watch disbanded, Dirk took his skills into bounty hunting. When his son was born and became of age, Dirk trained him and taught Lysander all the skills Dirk acquired over his years in Dark Watch and bounty hunting. Ship Registration Name: Hand of Malcore Class: Shuttle/Transport Model: Upsilon-class shuttle Manufacturer: Sienar-Jaemus Fleet Systems Length: Height/ Depth 37.2 meters(122.04) Armaments: 2 heavy laser cannons Armor: Durasteel hull with deflector shield generators Anti-Personnel Defenses: Appearance: Modifications: Some of the passenger area has been modified into a small medical bay with a single bacta tank and an armory with workbench. Droids: HN-NH : navigation droid that acts as copilot when Lysander is piloting or can pilot the ship on its own (this would be for basic flight no advance maneuvers) EM-3Y and 4Y- KT : astromech droids that repair and maintain the ship. In addition to standard repair they can deploy deck sweeper stun blasters for internal ship defense. UR3- medical droid in med bay 3 DRK-1 probes: these assist in reconnaissance, spying, bounty locating, and can act as sniper spotters. These droids are also linked to the Data pad.