Xar

Xar would have glared at Krexel for defying his show of gratitude in letting his new co workers celebrate, but at the same time he respected Krexel. He was a man who stayed focused, at least at the moment. Co’bo was a bit more wild judging from first impressions. Xar wondered how much more the other employees in this group would vary. As the ship was unloaded and destroyed, Xar had a moment of amusement. His body was based on the Hunter Trainer Master Control units the rodians designed, which was in turn based on their own skeletal structure. It seemed that with the death of a rodian, the life of Xar was given another opportunity. The amusement only lasted for a second. At Krexel’s question, Xar wanted to give a sigh of annoyance at such a question, but he was above that in front of these humans. Instead he met the human’s gaze. “We are Xar. We have the combined memories of three different droids, all who met unfortunate ends where their minds were not wiped. If you must know, we are comprised with the base memory core of a Hunter Trainer Droid, originated from Rodia, a NR-1100 constructed on Coruscant, and an IT-O, also from Coruscant. We are much better than the common droids you organics are used to commanding. As such, we are more than one. We are Xar.” “Now that we have explained ourselves…” Xar looked around at his surroundings. “This planet seems to be an odd place for a group to meet, and since we haven’t left yet, I suspect there is more here than just picking up illegal drugs. Tell us: what is this group that you spoke of, and what is next for us?”

“Krake has suffered a case of blood loss and is unable to make the journey.” The human’s reaction to Xar wasn’t surprising. Most organics saw droids as second class citizens...at best. Xar did not move when Krexel’s companion tried the spice, giving the human an euphoric feeling that would make any organic dizzy. Xar calculated a little bit of a larger dose through the nostrils would have had the human spinning around singing “All ‘round the bantha hole” for an hour. Nor did Xar move when the blaster was pointed at him. Any sudden movements would likely end up with Xar dying before he could rip out the human’s throat. Even if he did, his partner, while partially stupefied, could still have a weapon as well. The offer did surprise Xar. He stared at Krexel, studying his facial features, trying to detect any deception. But his face and his words seemed to be genuine, though a bit demeaning. It was an ultimatum. Work for these people, or at least who they represent, or die. Xar deserved better. He should be commanding these two, not taking offers from them. Still, it was better than working for the rodians. “Xar accepts your request for our services Mr. Videl. We look forward to helping your group. Shall we all...” Xar reached back to the crate with his free arm and produced the container Co’bo had sampled, and held it and the data board out to Krexel’s tripping partner, in an effort to have him do the manual labor beneath Xar’s position. “...memorialize the event?”

The ship around Xar shifted and groaned as its engines worked to land softly in what felt like unsteady ground. The droid peered from his hidden compartment, a little peephole the only way to see anything in the storage area. It was still dark and cramped with boxes upon boxes of miscellaneous items. Nothing had changed. But the ship was landing. Silently the droid nodded to itself, satisfied with the change of events. It had been getting annoyed with its cramped quarters. Xar had spent so much time observing the organics with his now gone drones, planning on how to escape, slicing computer terminals to plant data and erase camera footage, and sneaking onto a cramped ship that carried only some spare machine parts that wouldn’t notice a little extra weight. Xar sighed to itself, its three voice boxes making an odd harmony with itself. So close to getting free. Footsteps. Xar peered out again. A large rodian had entered the storage area, and was using a cable to move some of the heavy crates, digging to one of the sealed crates on the floor. Xar observed curiously. Why was the rodian moving the crates? There was nothing of note in the ship’s manifest. No matter. Xar had enough of this. He wanted out. And the Rodian was in leaping range. With a surge of energy, Xar pushed on the wall that contained his cramped body. A clang of metal. A whir of motors moving into action. A look of fear and surprise. A scream suddenly cut short, following by choking. Xar stood over the dying creature in silence. As the rodian gasped for air through its sliced throat, the Hunter Trainer droid looked over the blood stained claws and gave out a sigh. “Organic lubricant...so…” Xar paused to find the right word. “...execrable. We despise such ichor.” Without acknowledging the rodian’s dying breaths, Xar wiped his claws on the victim and moved to the crate. Xar lifted up the lid to reveal numerous small containers filled with orange and blue powders. “Spice” Xar muttered, its three voices all alike in recognition. This ship was smuggling illegal spice with its scrap metal. And from the looks of it, a quite rare kind. Not Ryl but almost just as good. Xar looked at the now dead rodian. “Clever. We are impressed, though you should’ve covered this with something in case of inspection. Then again, out here on Tatooine means no inspections...” Xar reached down and grabbed the rodian’s data pad. A quick hack to get past a password, and Xar was surfing through the data. While the data didn’t show the spice on the manifest, knowing about the spice might clear up some information. Like why a ship from Rodia would bring a load of scrap metal, some blasters and bacta to such a dust ridden, resource-lacking, worthless planet like Tatooine. Xar sighed at one line of data. “Must be delivered in person. Do not be late. Only hand bacta and special materials to KREXEL VIDEL. Payment upon arrival. ” The shipment should have been out of the ship by now. If Xar didn’t hurry, the ship might have gangsters or worse onboard soon. And the ship needed fuel before launching again. A moment later, Xar stepped out the ship, data board in one hand and the crate of illegal spices and some bacta behind him on a hovercart. The droid’s green chassis sparkled under the twin suns above. Somewhere nearby the roaring of a tuskan could be heard. Xar sighed again as he looked around. Such a horrible place. Still, this had to be done. Xar couldn’t have people trying to track his ship so soon after leaving Rodia. A short distance away Xar could see a few beings. One of them matched the description of this Krexel. Approaching the beings, Xar spoke out, all three voices trying to sound intimidating and gruff. “Attention: Mr. Krexel Videl. We are Xar, with your delivery.” Silently, Xar prayed that there were no unwritten special instructions for the delivery. He had rewritten the manifest to have his name instead of the rodian pilot who was bled out in the cargo bay, but beyond that there wasn’t much he could do. Except maybe wipe his bloodied claws off a bit more, but time was money right now.

Identity Real Name: RH-11T A.K.A: Xar Homeworld: Rodia Species: Droid (RHTC-560 Hunter Trainer Master Control Unit) Physical Description Age: 8 Height: 5'9" Weight: 475 lbs Color Dark Green Hair: none Eyes: Red Sex: Masculine programming, but often goes by 'they' Equipment Clothing or Armor: Metal Droid Chassis Weapon: Sharpened Vibro Blades/Claws, 2 Forearm Blasters Common Inventory: Built in Scomp Link, built in sensor array and communications system, Heat Senser Unit. Droid Companions: Siak-Series Protocol Droid (Vizier) 2 Mon Cal Water Beetle Drones Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Non-Force User Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Black Sun Current Faction Rank: Hopeful History Force Side: N/a Trained by: N/a Trained who:N/a Known Skills: Basic Piloting, Advanced Slicing, Basic Stealth Techniques, Basic Medical Knowledge. Advanced Droid Merging Afflictions: Droid Wendigo Psychosis: Beginning Background: An unnamed Rodian decided to experiment with a droid chassis by combining several kinds of motivators, power cores, and most importantly, memory cores from multiple types of droids. With the materials he had around, the rodian accomplished his experiment on a RHTC Hunter Trainer droid. Unfortunately, the Rodian was sloppy, and forgot to perform a memory wipe on all of the memory cores. The result was Xar, a droid who naturally believed that 'their' combined memories and programmings made them better then any other being. After killing his creator, Xar bided their time on Rodia, planning an escape from the planet. Knowing they would be considered a target to be 'dismantled on sight' Xar kept out of sight and discovered information about the galaxy through splicing computer systems. Xar hated their entire time on Rodia. They were meant to be treated better then just a common criminal. Xar vowed to themself that they would get enough credits and prestige to be respected on all planets. Perhaps Xar would try to take over Rodia. Eventually, through sacrificing his drones and killing several rodians and some clever hacking, Xar smuggled himself onto a ship heading somewhere in the galaxy. Ship Registration (Destroyed) Name: The Found Star Class: Shuttle Model: Taylander Shuttle Manufacturer: Taylander Length: 43.5 meters Armaments: None Armor: Basic Shields Anti-Personnel Defenses: Locking Systems, Modifications: Smuggling Departments Appearance: Taylander Shuttle