Character R-5 (Rathen Vex)

[R-5 (Rathen Vex)]

R-5

Age	Unknown
Species	Was Human, now is more machine than man.
Gender	Male
Height	8.5ft/2.6Meters
Weight	650LBS/295KGS
Force Sensitive	Force Dead

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

A massive walking suit of Mandalorian armor from the ancient Mandalorian Wars. Gunmetal coloring and a red tattered cape hugs his shoulders.

INVENTORY

His body is a walking Armory containing weapons and tactical equipment such as grenades or jammers. He does not have a jetpack.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Sentinel Class Mandalorians are a mysterious bunch, only a handful were made during the Mandalorian Wars only for the project to fail, R-5 is the only living member. Built for a war that he had long missed. A being out of time he is completely devoted to the allegiance of Mandalore and its true ruler.

His memories were wiped, but on rare occasions he does dream, his past life flashes before his eyes, a wife, children and a small pet. But he does not know them.

He has no fears, that part of the brain was removed.

STRENGTHS

A walking Mandalorian Armory, he is heavily equipped for heavy sieges and offensive capabilities against Mandalore's enemies.

The armor increases his strength exponentially, making him stronger than most natural bipedals.

WEAKNESSES

Too heavy for a jetpack, his larger frame also makes it difficult to navigate tighter or smaller spaces.

Prone to stunning flashbacks due to long hibernation cycle, it can interfere with what he views as reality.

HISTORY

The Sentinel's Commandments

1.Serve the rightful ruler of Mandalore.
2. Protect all citizens and practitioners of Mandalorian dogma.
3. Obliterate all enemies of Mandalore.

3976 BBY The Mandalorian Wars​

The Mandalorians declared war against the Galactic Republic. They had fought ferociously and valiantly. Tides were turned to the Mandalorians favor under the command of Mandalore the Ultimate.

They began to take ground, defeating the armies of the Galactic Republic as the combined clans now under one banner fought as a singular military.

3963 BBY​

Revan takes command of the Galactic Republic and turns the tide against the Mandalorians.

It was here that the Sentinel Corps was born.

The best that every clan had to offer pledging themselves to Mandalore the Ultimate and undergoing brutal surgeries. Their bodies torn away, but their hearts and brains placed inside metal chassis and then encased in Beskar armor.

They have no memory of their past lives or their names. They only fight for Mandalore. Their very being, to end conflicts swiftly and brutally.

Their weapons specially designed to fight force sensitive soldiers.

Only the plan never fully came to fruition.

3960 BBY​

The final battle over Malachor V initiated. The ship that held the sentinels were ready for deployment. Ready to end the war and take victory. A lone slicer snuck onto the ship, disabling the activation code and forcing deep hibernation into the sentinels. The slicer then began to fry each Sentinel.

She was caught before the last Sentinel expired. His life spared. Before the engineers could bring him back online, the ship was hit. Heavy artillery and heavy turret fire damaged the ship beyond repair, now dead floating in space.

Present Day, off the very outer rim of the galaxy.​

The ship listed lazily through space as it had done for so many years. The scars of great war and conflict dug deep into its hull. A silent metallic corpse, drifting down the slow river that was the void.

“How close are we to the ship?”

The zabrak pirate looked down at her console of the ship, her ragtag crew testing their weapons and equipment.

“Just about there, Captain. Approximately fifteen hundred meters.”

The weequay Captain stood tall behind his crew, a knife blade in his hand and a grimacing smirk full of rotted teeth cracking his face.

“Good. Tell the boys to get ready. We are going to find some ancient treasures on that ship.”

The Zabrak woman nodded and pressed a button on her console to initiate boarding alarms. The decks and the halls of their ship lit up with life as multiple pirates yipped and whooped in excitement for their next cash grab.

Some already speaking of what they will spend their credits on.

Weapons, night time company, spice, gambling they wanted it all.

They all huddled onto their landing ramp as the ship inched slowly and carefully to the dead ship. The creaking of its hull vibrating their ship caused them all to hush in silence. A couple shuddering breaths could be heard before the Captain looked at his crew.

“Ladies, gents and scum of the ages!”

Cheers echoed off the halls as the Captain began to speak.

“Get to looting! Pick up anything that isn't bolted or welded down and if it is…then tear it out! I want every bit of Beskar on this ship and more!”

The ramp flooded with scurrying bodies as they entered the old ship, running, tripping and hopping over old damaged junk. They turned every old table and chair to find their prizes. Pulling off jewelry from old corpses. Beskar medals from officers. Everything was free game to them.

They flooded through the many halls and barracks pulling off old armor, some even donning chest pieces of ancient mandalorian warriors who had fought so valiantly.

The Captain slowly walked behind his crew, overseeing every bit of their work.

“Captain.”

A Rodian pirate stepped beside him.

“We found something big. We think you will like it.”

The Captain's eyes lit up.

“Well, don't be shy, show me, and if you're right you get triple rations.”

The Rodian excitedly walked him through the halls to the Armory doors, just cracked open.

Ancient Mandalorian weapons and armor within.

“Rhoadie, you just got yourself a promotion.”

The Captain clapped his hand over his shoulder.

“It's Dez Captain.”

He answered sheepishly before the Captain gave him a look.

“Don't ruin this for yourself. Boys! I want in that room yesterday!”

Without hesitation his crew began prying the doors open. Groaning metal that had sustained damage so long ago held preserved and untouched until this very moment.

The doors screeched open as metal ground on metal, spark shot out from the sides as the doors pried open.

Inside were weapons and ammunition. But also other things.

Large cases. Each holding a long dead Sentinel, badly damaged from the assault on the ship so long ago.

One crate remained nearly untouched that caught the Captain's eye.

“Open it up.”

Several attempts were made before the airlock of the case hissed as the case slowly opened. The Captain's eyes widened to the massive structure before him.

“What is it, Captain?”

He was silent while he studied the massive suit of armor.

“Perhaps a type of power armor? Pull it out.”

The crew once again tried and pulled, but after so long of attempting to remove the armor they received no ground.

The Zabrak pirate spoke as she discovered something about the case.

“Captain, it's locked in place with mag locks. We could reroute the ship's power to it and possibly unlock it.”

The Captain arched his brow.

“Get to it.”

After some time, the crew had rigged the power cables of the ship to the case, powering up their power core the energy ran through the cables. Spark flew from the case as the ship revved.

“Enough! We don't want to fry it!”

The surge continued over the Captain's orders as a more powerful jolt of electricity arched from the cables into the armor.

“Tell her I said stop now!”

The Captain barked toward the closest crewmate but before they could move their ship died.

Silence enveloped the ship.

“FUCK!”

The Captain's voice echoed over the walls as he turned around ramming his fist into the closest crewmate.

That was when he heard it.

A humming sound from the armor.

R-5's HUD lit to life within his visor.

Analyzing…………….

Damage to armor……minimal

Damage to ship………irreparable

Scanning environment……..Intruders….

Scanning lifeforms……….

Scan complete…Lifeforms not of Mandalorian origin.

Initiate Commandment Three.​

R-5's body lurched forward as the mag locks released, stepping from his metal coffin. Steam hissed as his body separated from the life support of the pod.

“What the hell is that?!”

One of the pirates raised his blaster only for R-5 to grab the barrel and bend it upwards. His massive boot collided with the individual's ribs crushing his ribcage and flinging him into the wall with a wet splat.

“Kill it!”

The group open fired on R-5, blaster bolts and slugs deflecting off his thick Beskar plating. His arm swung wide into a hammer fist over the head of another pirate, crushing his body into the metallic floor.

He stood straight as the blaster fire ceased.

“Enemies of Mandalor, wearing Our sacred Beskar.”

His fist shot forth to the next pirate wearing the beskar chest plate, the fist striking with such force the chest piece bent inward, shards of shattered beskar stabbed into his gut as he laid down screaming.

R-5 stepped forward onto the wounded pirate, silencing him.

“Move! Get out of here!”

The Captain ran first out of the Armory as his crew fired on R-5 again. Screams echoed through the halls as blaster fire slowly began to cease.

R-5 looked at the bodies of the pirates, then the corpses of the men he was sworn to fight with. A sense of mourning over him as he knelt down to one of the corpses and gently placed a hand on its shoulder.

Beside the corpse was a larger heavy rapid fire blaster. One too heavy for normal people to wield. A Sentinel class heavy blaster. He took it in his hands and it felt like home once again.

The Captain kept running down the hall, his communicator on his wrist connected to one of his other crew members.

“Hit the SOS beacon on this ship now!”

A pause of silence.

“Captain that will call other mandalorians.”

The voice on the other side was confused, then the Captain barked.

“I don't give a chit boy! I would rather die to a Mandalorian than whatever the feth is down here! Call it in! Call-”

The feed cut as the crew member jumped towards the deck of the old ship. Rewiring some points in the electrical he was able to reroute some of the power from the case into the console, the distant echo of an SOS beacon sounded off. Remnants of a Mandalorian Empire that was long lost to time had a voice once again.