Rruun

[Disciple]

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NAME: Rruun
FACTION: N/A
RANK: Knight
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: 33
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 4''
WEIGHT: 220 lbs
EYES: Black
SKIN: Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Space Wizard: Space magic doesn't fight fair.
+ Pragmatic: When raiding, one must know yourself as well as the enemy.
- Cruel: No sympathy, no remorse.
- Space Pirate: Unable to get into the more 'civilized' areas of space without being arrested.
- Hermit: Social situations will, over time, wear him down until he's nearly manic.

BIOGRAPHY/APPEARANCE:
Orvax IV was, to this day, on of the premier slave trading worlds in the Outer Rim. It's proximity to worlds such as Ryloth and Tattooine allowed it a measure of influence over the Outer Rim slave trade that could rival the effects of Nar Shaddaa on illegal goods. You went to the Smuggler's Moon when you wanted what no one else would allow you to own. You went to Orvax when you wanted the sentient's that no one else would allow you to own.

It was this that brought Gobb, majordomo to Jirrek the Hutt, to the world. Twi'leks were sold out of Ryloth, but were often brought here for public auction. They were harder to get now that the Techno Union had changed things around.

But he wasn't actually here to purchase slaves - he was here to enlist help in capturing them. A speeder took him out beyond the cities, across rolling hills and around the woods. They were headed for the coast, and the burly Gamorrean wasn't too keen on the oceans. The spirits of the ocean were fickle things; sometimes you lived, sometimes you died. Their old beliefs may be dying but they weren't dead. Forests were mischievous, too, but the sea, well... it was as fickle as any spirit came.

That was why you entreated such spirits for help when you could, and Gobb knew just how to do it. The speeder slowed as they reached the coast, easing it's way along the sand towards an inlet where a cave maw sat at the end. The water disappeared inside, and Gobb dismounted - the pilot droid stayed in the speeder. Making his way into the cavern, he realized that what little light was available came from flickering torches bolted to the cavern walls.

None of the light from the setting sun reached in here too well. The cave extended some distance, disappearing into the dark; presumably where a corner took the lighting out of sight for a bit. Reluctantly making his way in further, Gobb settled his beady eyes on a circular cavern - it was monstrously large, and clearly the reason there was a hill above here - lit only by a collection of torches lit around what appeared to be a bedspread, a firepit and other assorted living arrangements.

The walls, though, unsettled him. Perhaps a hundred skulls lined the walls, each fixated on an indiscernible point somewhere within the middle, high above the firepit. Part of him wondered if perhaps the cave spirit commanded them to do this. But the cave spirit materialized a bit later in the shape of a lithe blue Nautolan, one that lacked the large number of headtails common his species. Instead, he had perhaps half that number, with dead eyes and a thinness that bordered on the dangerous.

A sharp jawline angled into a noble's cheekbones, gills just barely evident in the shadows of his neck. Protrusions on the shoulders like small needles confused Gobb, but the alien moved with the grace and cunning of an aquatic species. "You come." Not a question; a statement. "You come because you need slaves."

No one came for anything else. The Nautolan made his way towards Gobb, bare torso covered in what looked to be runic tattoos of some sort, a simple set of undergarments keeping him from being wholly naked. Even though he couldn't speak Basic, he knew the Nautolan to speak Gamorrean, and so that was what he used. <Yes, my most honorable lord Jirrek the Hutt requires fresh meat for his slave pens. He wishes to raid Ryloth for the necessary Twi'leks.>

Swirling eyes of midnight stared soullessly into the green skinned pig-man. Then, he blinked. It was calculated, as Nautolans had little need for blinking. A dramatic effect, as it were. A signal of understanding. "You know my price then."

<Yes, a portion of the slaves.>

"A portion of my choosing."

<Jirrek wishes to expre->

"Jirrek asked for help. He does not get to choose the terms on which he recieves it."

Gobb puffed out his chest, intent on posturing to assure the more advantageous deal for his lord. That is, of course, until he spotted the cylinder in the Nautolan's hand. <It will be done. You will come with me?> A request. He did not wish to die today.

"I will come with you, Gamorrean Brute."

Gobb nodded, looked to the walls, and then hurried out from the cave as fast as he could. He did not wish to be there any longer than he needed, and there was a timeline to keep for his master.
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