Draylo Khaar

Draylo set the B-wing down gently and silently a little ways outside the compund, just outside of sensor range. He jumped down from the cockpit and looked around. A barren, rocky world with toxic rivers created by the wastes of the Imperial mining opreation, Artus Prime ws not an inviting place. Draylo had seen worse, but this was pretty bad, as planets went. He sneaked around the back of the compund, with nothing but a holdout blaster in his hand. After silently dispatching one of the patrolling miners with a quick twist of the neck, he donned the uniform and mask, and entered the mines.

Draylo sent a comm to BC, using the frequency he had left on the table. Is there any way possible that I might boerrow a ship for a short trip I need to make? Meet me in the mess hall if you want details.

Draylo nodded at the group, then he tok out a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled on it. JJS. 100,00 credit bounty on your head. Keep your eyes open. Draylo. He then made his way around the ship, exploring in awe. As he passed a pair of massive double doors, he stopped and looked in. A massive Wookiee sat with his eyes closed in the middle of the floor. He knocked boldly on the door before entering. He looked around the room. Excuse me, but do you know who is in charge here?

After thanking the man that had retrieved him, Draylo wandered towards the mess hall. He took in his surroundings with trained eye, observing all the other Jedi eating and talking quietly amongst themselves. He noticed that none of them appeared to be as young as he was. At fifteen, he looked far older than he truly was. A small patch goatee decorated his chin, and his ropy muscles rippled under his tanned skin. A scar ran up along the right side of his head, leaving a line of snow-white hair along that side of his scalp. Wearing street clothes that his Wookiee friends on Agamar had provided him, he hardly fit in here, either. He sighed. It might be tough to make some friends here, but he would manage, eventually. He looked around for a prospective friend, and his eyes came to rest on an absolutely gorgeous blond woman. Her face was familiar, but he couldn't place it. Finally it clicked. Jaina Jade Skywalker. He had heard about her on the 'Net a few days ago. A 100,000 credit bounty was on her head. Wondering if she knew or not, he approached her, intent on giving her a heads-up.

Draylo shrugged."That's fine with me. Too slow for my tatses anyway, plus it's not even mine." He hopped off the ship and into the passenger seat. "So. Where we headed?"

((OOC: I'm not a man...this kid's only 15...FYI )) Draylo sat up from his seat. He was surprised someone actually lived on this panet he climbed out the hatch and stood on top of the ship. He grinned. "You're damn right I could use some help. I got snatched by a couple of Trandoshan slavers a few days ago who thought I'd make a good cabin boy. So, next fuel stop, I killed two of them and stole this piece of junk, made a blind jump, and crashed here. I thought I'd be here forever...So, what the sith are you doin on a planet on this planet? There a colony here or somethin?

Draylo sat up. Amazingly, the transport was floating, instead of sitting on the bottom of the ocean. He rushed up to the top hatch and popd it open. The glare from the sun hurt his eyes. Once they had adjusted, he looked around. Nothing but water for miles and miles. He wondered how he would get out of this one. He headed back for the cockpit and flopped down in the chair. He sighed. Hoping against hope that some one was listening, he keyed out a distress signal aimed only at the occupants of this planet. He hoped against hope that some one would answer.

Draylo's stolen, damaged transport limped into the system and headed for the first planet on sensors. The boy wrestled with the controls as he tried to attempt some sort of an elegant landing. This, however was not possible. He threw his arms up in front of his face as the transport slammed into the waves, and blackness surrounded him.

Character Sheet for Draylo Khaar Real Name: Draylo Morgan Khaar Nickname: Dray Gender: Male Species: Human Age: 15 Height: 5 feet Weight: 102 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Homeworld: Agamar Clothing: Bantha hide jacket, flex form shirt, baggy cargo pants, uniform black boots. Force User Inventory: His father's R2 unit, Squill; holdout blaster; stolen credit chip with 40,000 credits on it... Skills: think Dodger from Oliver Twist, all those illegal skills and more...(if you don't know what Oliver Twist is, please don't talk to me ) Ship: I added this because I don't wanna hitch rides for the rest of my life shiny green B-wing with extra cargo space. Dray was abandoned at the age of 7 by his spice-addicted parents who felt that he was a burden and too expensive. They spent stolen money to bring him to Agamar, where they left him with an old R2 unit to fend for himself. He was taken in by a group of Wookie outlaws who taught him everything he knows about the streets and life in general. At the age of 12, he was picked up by Trandoshan slavers, and kept on board their ship for cleaning duties. He managed to smuggle Sqill on board with him, though. Even now, he is plotting his escape...