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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7046185" data-attributes="member: 20323">A data cylinder.I'm still working up the intro post...it may be a bit long...each individual character's "session 0" leads into the next character so the whole tells a bigger story than the individual parts...Here's what I have for Arsinoë and Garrett so far...[SECTION]Arsinoë Anjuliz - The ingenueWeeks became months, and the resuce that Arsinoë once believed was being organized by her family was still nowhere in sight. It was a miracle that she and the little R3-X20 unit survived the crash on Kabal. The crash still haunted her dreams sometimes, flashing green thunderclouds and g-forces pressing her back to the wall as the fuselage of the slave-barge made planetfall. If it wasn’t for the R3 unit – who she’d come to dub “Rex” – breaking ranks from the krish pirates and emergency ejecting the last remaining engine to stabilize their descent, her story would have ended crashed on the rainforest shoreline along with dozens of older wrecks.The first human face she saw on the new world was a scrapper named Garrett who helped pull her from the charred metal of the wreckage. He was naive, didn’t realize how imporant her family was, but Garrett helped her get her bearings in the settlement of Spirepoint, taught her not to look a houk in the eye, and found her and her R3 work at Fasteh Winjem cantina. It was supposed to just be serving tables, something to tide her over till she could get help…until she met the mysterious woman. Dark hair, a baby face whose 40-some years were revealed in her wise eyes, and a cybernetic brace around her left leg. The woman never gave her name, only quietly informed Arsinoë that she knew all about the Hutt who was after her and if she wanted to get off this backwater she’d be the woman’s eyes and ears. Blackmail, pure and simple.Despite the jungles they had in common, Kabal was a far cry from Corellia. Countless alien species Arsinoë had never seen much the less knew existed were eager to watch the young human strut about in tawdry outfits, mulling over the pound of flesh or credits “owed” to them over synthahol. Castor Felix, the slick cantina proprietor, was quick to put Arsinoë’s dancing talents to good use entertaining his customers. Each day he promises to help Arsinoë reconnect with her family and each day he manipulates her further. Something had to give.Garrett Jinsalon - The ScrapperSome of the old-timers still regarded the lightstorms as an omen bringing strange visitors from the skies. Superstitions and taboos ran as deep as the ocean in the blood of the Kabalian people. Garrett knew better. The girl and her astromech he’d pulled from the wreckage captivated his imagination, already overflowing with star system maps and hyperdrive models. Scrappers called it the Starship Coast; tide, wind currents, and gravity conspired to lead starships there once the electromagnetic pulses of the lightstorms disabled them. It was his first time seeing a ship crash, an Aurore-class freighter carying slaves, its fuselage shearing away from the cockpit in the upper atmosphere. The cockpit fell out at sea. And the fuselage was picked clean by squibs in the past months. His only tangible evidence that it wasn’t all one of his daydreams was a charred data cylinder Garrett retrieved from the wreckage that resisted all attempts to read it. Still, its unfamiliar markings made it a great source of pride showing off to other scrappers. Even if Garrett didn’t believe in omens, there was a shift that only he could sense. “Don’t be too eager for change, my son,” his ailing mother Afeera would gently tell him.Word was that stormtroopers were searching Spirepoint for a data cylinder. It couldn’t be a coincidence. The Houk Barcad still had his uncle’s old freighter impounded as collateral toward his family’s debt, so he couldn’t get offworld with his mother. His best chance was to slip out of Spirepoint and go after The Big Score, a legend among scrappers, a ruin in the rainforest with vines growing over a Lambda-class shuttle crashed into its walls. All the scrappers who tried were found decomposing in the rainforest weeks later. But the clock was ticking. It was the only way to get enough credits fast to pay off the houks. The stormtroopers would have picked him up were it not for…[/SECTION]</blockquote>

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