Dr. Darryn Leqarna
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Dr. Darryn Leqarna had been born to one of the wealthier, if less famous, noble families on Alderaan. He'd chosen to study medicine at an off-world university, and had just completed his residency when word of his homeworld's destruction reached him.
He reacted badly to the news, attempting to drown his grief in alcohol, women, and other diversions that he could easily afford to purchase, after inheriting most of his family's off-world assets. His best friend Marcus -- who had served as the engineer and normal pilot for his yacht/space transport for years -- had quit when he ran out of ideas for how to kick Darryn back into the world.
Soon after that, he hired a desperate-looking girl named Stella as his replacement engineer -- Darryn trusted his own piloting, but he didn't know how to keep the ship running if it broke -- and took a few more stops trying to ignore the rest of the galaxy. It didn't work too well; he couldn't see someone who needed a doctor, and not help. And when he'd been more than a little drunk, Stella had dragged him back to his ship to recieve an urgent priority message from his second cousin Arrik... and that had manged what Marcus hadn't been able to. It had kicked him back into the real world... and into the Rebellion.
Since then he's covertly beefed up the armaments on his ship, and picked up some further associates.
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A few weeks after the destruction of Alderaan ...
This isn't working. Darryn thought, some time after his fifth or sixth drink of the evening. The girl he was with was even more expensive than the alcohol, but neither had been as diverting as he'd hoped. You just don't have the right personality for a drunken playboy, Dr. Leqarna.
And you know too much biochemistry to try drowning your sorrows in anything stronger than alcohol.
He was in a spaceport cantina that the idle rich favored, on the sort of world that the idle rich went to when they were looking for trouble. It had seemed approriate. What else was he going to do?
"You're better than this, Darryn." Someone said. Who was it? That engineer he'd hired two worlds back, when Marcus -- who'd taken care of Darryn's starship and otherwise worked for him all through medical school, and his residency, and was probably the best friend he'd had -- had quit? What was her name? Stella something-or-other? She'd needed to get off-world, and he wasn't being picky at the time. She was running from something, he'd picked up that much.
"You've known me less than a month." He said.
"And despite spending most of that time wandering from one direputable spaceport cantina to the next, you've still managed to save half a dozen people's lives in that time." She said.
"I don't know why I bothered. It's pointless, anyway. If the Empire can blow up Alderaan, they could do the same anywhere else, for any reason." He was ignoring his escort, but she didn't seem all that concerned.
"You didn't come down here to walk me home." He finished.
"No. There's an urgent priority message for you, and you weren't answering your commlink."
"It's probably more lawyers." Darryn said. When he wasn't burrying himself in alcohol, he'd spent too much time talking to lawyers lately. Usually informing him that another group of relatives had been confirmed dead, and that he was heir to at least some part of their estate. These things happened when you were one of a handful of Alderaan nobility who had been off-world when the Empire decided to make a statement with its new terror weapon. By the time they were through, he wasn't just going to be rich, he was going to be exorbiantly wealthy.
"I don't think so. This was sent on the highest priority you've got, and encrypted."
"I suppose I have to get back to my ship." He told his escort.
When he got back to the trasport, he took a couple of pills to clear his head before opening his mail. He'd left his wrist computer on the ship; it was handy for normal business, but not for fun.
"Use the special family code." He told the computer, when the standard decryption program returned gibberish other than a short header that let him know who the message actually was from. Prompted for a passphrase, he typed it out.
Surprising the things he still remembered. A holorecording started to play in response.
"You may not remember me." A man about Darryn's age said. One that looked a lot like him, actually, except for the unfamiliar uniform. It wasn't surprsing; Arrik was Darryn's second cousin, and as far as Darryn had known, Arrik had disappeared without a trace two years ago. Or rather with very little trace; his parents had recieved a few untraceable messages a year that let them know he was still alive, but not much more than that. "By now, you've head about what happened to Alderaan. If you want to do something about it, keep listening, otherwise destroy this message right away. I'll give you a minute..."
He thought about shutting off the recording. Arrik was certainly hinting that he was part of the Rebel Alliance. Which Darryn had always considered well-intentioned but doomed. But he didn't stop it. And his cousin gave him a contact point, and told him the Rebellion could always use doctors, but he thought someone who was smart, observant, got on well with people, and had more than a little quite legitimately acquired money might be able to do more than that.
And then Darryn realized Stella had heard the whole thing. Those pills he'd taken did a lot to clear your head after too much alcohol, but they didn't completely reverse the effect.
"If you have any intention of calling Imperial Security, could you do it now?" He said.
"I don't." She said.
* * *
"If you have any intention of calling Imperial Security, could you do it now?" He said.
"I don't." She said. The white haired girl looked rather hesitant for a moment, as if she weren't sure of what she was about to say, then she shrugged, her hands at her sides balled up into fists out of nerves or perhaps uncertainty.
"Imperial Security are the last people I'd ever want to do any favors. I know your smart enough to see I was running away from someone, and they're it. You have no worries from me if you want to join the Rebel Alliance." she said, looking tense at her admission.
"Why are you running from them, if I may ask?" the doctor asked.
"They made me, wanted to use me to help them hunt down people like your cousin. Not that I have any problem with hunting criminals or anything, but they did things to me I didn't like. I decided that they were the bad guys, and I left. They are very angry with me I think."
"When you say they made you...?"
"I was being precise, they did make me. I am a droid, a Human Replica Droid. I'm designed to be pretty much indistinguishable from human, I believe they intend to eventually branch out into other species, but for now it's only humans. They wanted to keep me as a proto-type unit so that they didn't have to start from scratch every time they wanted a new one like they had to do with me. They experimented on me, wiping my memory away every few days, giving me different personalities. It was horrible, some days I was this programmed assassin, sometimes I was spy, but a lot of the time they kept me as a human child who thought one of the scientists was her father. The file suggested juvenile females are easy to keep calm, and eager to please their fathers'." Stella said, her eyes trained unblinkingly on the doctor for any sign of his inner thoughts.
* * *
"You're lucky I'm a surgeon, not a medical researcher or a psychiatrist." He said.
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm pretty sure you believe what you're telling me." I wouldn't have trusted my observations half an hour ago, but there's a reason why I keep those pills around. "A more research-oriented physician would probably want to figure out how you worked, once he convinced himself you weren't human or just some unfamiliar near-human species. A shrink would be trying to figure out your mind, and probably pretty well convinced you were deluding yourself. But a surgeon would just want to know what he's patching up, if he ever has to do that. And I can take a look at you tomorrow. For now, could you set a course for that rendevous point Arrik gave me?"
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Dr. Darryn Leqarna CL 7
Medium Human noble 7
Force 8
Init +9;
Senses Perception +11
Languages Basic, Kel Dor, High Galactic, Durese, Ryl, Dosh, Aqualish, Mon Calamarian
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Defenses Ref 20 (19 flat-footed), Fort 18, Will 23
hp 40 (
6d6=22+18);
Threshold 18
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Speed 4 squares
Melee knife +4 (1d4+2)
Ranged blaster pistol, sporting +6 (3d4+8)
Ranged grenade, stun +6 (4d6+3)
Base Atk +5;
Grp +6
Atk Options Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot
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Abilities Str 8, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 16, Wis 16, Cha 16
Special Qualities Bonus Trained Skill, Bonus Feat
Talents Bolster Ally, Inspire Confidence, Connections, Wealth
Feats Cybernetic Surgery, Experienced Medic, Improved Defenses, Linguist, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Skill Focus (Treat Injury), Surgical Expertise, Weapon Proficiency (pistols), Weapon Proficiency (simple)
Skills Deception +11, Gather Information +11, Initiative +9, Knowledge (Bureaucracy) +11, Knowledge (Life Sciences) +11, Perception +11, Persuasion +11, Pilot +9, Treat Injury +16, Use Computer +11
Possessions sporting blaster pistol [superior damage], knife, stun grenade, flight suit (Vacuum Seals), bioscanner, bracer computer, encrypted long-range comlink, fusion lantern, concealed holster, field kit, repulsor pad, miniaturized medical kit, 10 medpacs, pocket scrambler, surgery kit (Miniaturized), spacer's chest (Recognition System), 5 stun grenades, utility belt
starting cash: 119,000 credits
value of gear: 20,075
20% of base cost of ship (down payment): 27,000
2% of base cost of ship (first month's payment): 2,700
ship mods: 58,000
cash on hand: 11,225
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CEC HWK-290 CL 9 Mercy
Colossal space transport (Counts as a Gargantuan Star Fighter for combat)
Init +0;
Senses Perception +5
Defenses Ref 17 (flat-footed 12), Fort 28; +12 armor
hp 160;
DR 15;
SR 30;
Threshold 78
Speed 12 squares (max. velocity 800km/h), 3 squares (starship scale)
Ranged 2 Laser Cannons +4 (see below)
Fighting Space 12x12 or 1 (starship scale);
Cover Total
Base Atk +7;
Grp +38
Atk Options autofire (2 Laser Cannons)
Abilities Str 46, Dex 20, Con --, Int 14
Skills Initiative +0, Mechanics +5, Perception +5, Pilot +0, Use Computer +5
Crew 2;
Passengers 6
Cargo 65 tons + 1 ton Concealed; Consumables 6 Months; Carried Craft None
Payload 0
Hyperdrive Class 2.0
Availability Licensed; Cost 135000
2 Laser Cannons (pilot, gunner)
Atk +4 (-1 autofire); Dmg 6d10+3x2
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Emplacement Points Available : 5 (Default free space in a CEC ship)
1 : Combat Thrusters, 10,000 Credits
2 : Smugglers Compartments, 2,000 Credits
2 : Shields, SR 30, 10,000 Credits
0 : Laser Cannon, Double, 18,000 Credits (Replace base blaster cannon, doesn't increase emplacement)
2 : Blaster Cannon, Double, 18,000 Credits (Second set)
Total lost cargo capacity : 10 tons
Total Cost in Credits for Mods : 68,000 Credits
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