Usha is a former member and one of the few survivors of Darokin's Deathrunners, an Outer Rim pirate group wiped out by the Empire. The Deathrunners were not officially Rebels but had an uneasy truce with the local representatives of the Alliance because they didn't use excessive violence and mostly targeted the Hutts and the Empire - Darokin himself and most of the original pirates were escaped slaves from a Hutt Cartel who liberated themselves (and most of their former owner's wealth) during the confusion of the Clone Wars.

Usha herself is the daughter of one of the pirate captains and grew up in the exciting and dangerous world of star buccaneering. She's a good pilot and dreams one day of commanding her own ship as a rebel privateer but she's even better brawler and scrapper, ever happy to throw a punch or point a blaster at a bad guy. In a good mood she's great company, fond of drink, corny jokes and gambling and a friendly punch up. In a bad mood she's... best not crossed really.

Since the destruction of the Deathrunners around the time of the Battle of Yavin Usha has ended up in the Rebellion proper. It has taken some adjustment. While she likes the camaraderie and the excitement and the chance to stick it to the Empire she's puzzled by the willingness of the Rebels to work without masses of credits involved (she wouldn't sell out her friends for money but she does like it) and she's still getting used to more nuanced work.

Carrmar Ta is an old Cathar, well in his sixties in fact. He has always been true to the ways of his people in venerating strength and the hunt. But a grievous injury on one of his early blood hunts had left him scarred and wary. Ever since he had been careful and unable to attain glory as he avoided risk. He contended himself with a life in the shade of the glory of others. He carried out his duties and lived an unremarkable life. He found a mate, had children and taught them as well as he could. But now he is alone. His mate died long ago and as Cathar mate for life he would not take another. Alas, one by one his children fell as well. Some in the hunt, as is expected. Others to illness. But his pride and joy, his daughter Radiza Ta, was to become a Jedi. She was killed by the rising Empire.

His bloodline had ended. Never would he see grandchildren. Infuriated at the injustice of his loss of family and purpose he knew his life no longer was of value. Thus he embraced the honorable end. Before his clan he declared a blood hunt upon the Empire. Until his dying day he would hunt it until he had felled the beast. In his heart he has no illusion of seeing the deed done. But that does not matter.

He found his way naturally to the Rebel Alliance. The 'Old Cat' as the Rebels call him was welcome for his wisdom and skill at arms. Unremarkable he might be to his people, but any old Cathar is a fierce and exceptionally experienced hunter to anyone not of his race. He has a way with the savage peoples of the galaxy and an intimate understanding of any wilderness biome that make him a valuable guerilla fighter. Carrmar is difficult to approach or befriend as he already resigned himself to death in battle, but he does eagerly bestow his many wisdoms upon those who can hear them, whether they welcome the Old Cat's ramblings or not.

Skawn Vrei is a poster child for the adage "we are all punished for our good deeds".  Born on Nar Shaddaa to his slave dancer mother, identified early as a prodigy by one of his mother's infatuated patrons, educated in the best medical schools, Skawn was the Twi'lek who was supposed to make it . . . or at least make it out.  Instead, when asked to cover up a wealthy client's misdeeds, he did the right thing, to the wrong person.  He lost his license, his reputation, and his future, and gained a resigned pragmatism, covering a simmering resentment.

Skawn has survived, since his fall, by selling his skills to whomever can pay; usually that means criminals.  Sometimes he treats injuries best hidden from the authorities.  Sometimes he acts as a "biochemical consultant".  Occasionally, he's even provided medical services to Rebel agents; he's even tolerant of their insistence that they're not like his other clients.  As long as he gets paid, he doesn't ask too many questions.  Under his hard shell of cynicism, he's retained a few lingering principles.  He doesn't harm those under his care, he fulfils his contract, and he doesn't talk.  That said, he's learned to do what he can to survive, and that regret is a luxury only the living can afford.  It's one of many he'd like to sample, and he's not fussy about how he gets them.

No, like I said, I made it.

You could mess around with it on your own if you wanted: https://rpggamer.org/main.php?...ner/cec-designer.php

And now it's back, but I lost all the changes. :(

In reply to Carrmar Ta (msg # 36):

Hey, I figure, we're probably rebels.  We just ambush some imps, and take their stuff.  Maybe sell the more incriminating bits, right?

Right?!?