Shopkeeper (Retired)
The Obsidian Order. Just what did that mean to Jenn Blanchard? She wasn’t always sure. She knew that it provided her a place to learn and hone her skills, skills she hadn’t realized she had to this extent until she met Marek Starchaser. When he set her up with work for Bright Star, she was merely a slicer, sneaking in and out of computer systems draining accounts and making sure she was one step ahead of the policing units. She wasn’t necessarily a cyber-terrorist, but merely a hacktivist, her hacks being pranks and not always super damaging, but damaging enough to a company to cause them some pain.
Mix in this with a bit of knowledge from Baran Do sages. Jenn was on her own very young and the Baran Do took her in, and educated her in the ways of the sages, enhancing her senses and giving her a bit of focus. She was not Obsidian from a young age, not many were, but she was a mixture of two schools of thought. One that listened and one that built.
She had her armor, and that was great for her. She loved her armor, and it had saved her life on several occasions. And she was hoping this wasn’t going to need to be one of them. She was on a mission on Hypori, working to chase down some of the slicers that were starting to plague Techno Union companies. It was a simple locate and stall job, while someone more appropriate would show up to help with the take down.
Sipping on her latte, her personal holonet terminal on and her going through the data. She was looking for anything that would help her locate the target, or find the gear they were using. Biting her lip, the woman, in her armor, helmet off, was looking around. Obsidians were seen throughout the Union space, so it wasn’t that rare, but it seemedpeople puppies kids were always excited. Her terminal and lightsaber were on the table in front of her.
“Now where are you…”
Mix in this with a bit of knowledge from Baran Do sages. Jenn was on her own very young and the Baran Do took her in, and educated her in the ways of the sages, enhancing her senses and giving her a bit of focus. She was not Obsidian from a young age, not many were, but she was a mixture of two schools of thought. One that listened and one that built.
She had her armor, and that was great for her. She loved her armor, and it had saved her life on several occasions. And she was hoping this wasn’t going to need to be one of them. She was on a mission on Hypori, working to chase down some of the slicers that were starting to plague Techno Union companies. It was a simple locate and stall job, while someone more appropriate would show up to help with the take down.
Sipping on her latte, her personal holonet terminal on and her going through the data. She was looking for anything that would help her locate the target, or find the gear they were using. Biting her lip, the woman, in her armor, helmet off, was looking around. Obsidians were seen throughout the Union space, so it wasn’t that rare, but it seemed
“Now where are you…”