Équilibrant le sabre lumineux gentiment dans sa main, Saleen a étudié son design avec un sentiment de fascination.
"J'avais pensé que ce serait plus grand." Elle a commenté lorsqu'elle a inspecté l'appareil. Après la révélation que ce n'était qu'un sabre d'entraînement bon marché et non une véritable arme, elle sentit une vague de déception. Il aurait été vraiment cool d'essayer de manier un sabre de lumière approprié qui était censé être même en mesure de couper à travers les poutres de support et les cadres de navire aussi bien!
-- Allons-nous passer à autre chose?
Saleen a été surprise quand Ja'vi a soudainement arraché son sabre de lumière, les nerfs du twi'lek apparemment ne parvenant plus à souffrir d'être sous les soins de l'homme. Le twi'lek était déjà parti dans le couloir quand Saleen s'est levé derrière elle.
"Attendez, laissez-moi m'habiller d'abord!" Saleen s'est exclamé, car elle ne portait encore qu'un ensemble de serviettes de la douche. En les jetant, elle a sauté dans sa combinaison tout en suivant le twi'lek hors de la pièce. Étant donné l'intensité de son comportement, il ne s'agissait pas d'une tâche atroce, surtout lorsqu'elle était combinée à un déménagement en même temps. En réussissant à la forcer à remonter au-dessus de ses fesses et à y entrer avec le reste de son torse, elle sauterait dans le couloir après Ja'vi. Ses cheveux étaient encore mouillés et dégoulinants, quelque chose qui l'a dérangée. Une personne de son statut social et de sa richesse culturelle ne doit pas être vue dans un tel état!
"Je me suis toujours demandé..." Saleen a commencé à courir après Ja'vi et l'a suivie dans l'armurerie.
"... pourquoi ne pas juste,-"
Saleen est soudainement devenu calme, alors qu'un rebelle aléatoire passait par eux. L'homme semblait leur jeter un regard confus tandis que Saleen se contentait de l'agiter, faisant un signe clair pour qu'il parte.
Alors que le rebelle s'en allait, elle tourna immédiatement son attention vers Ja'vi.
"Ce que je veux dire, c'est... pourquoi les sabres de lumière? Ne serait-ce pas la force-chose-quoi qu'il soit encore mieux avec des armes à portée de gamme?!" Elle demanda, vraiment excitée en se penchant sur Ja'vi, des gouttes d'eau dribblant de ses cheveux et sur le dos de l'extraterrestre.
"Je veux dire, Mind BULLETS!"
Name: Saleen Re’Revoure
Race: Human, Caucasian/Blond
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Appearance:
A quick summary of Saleen’s physical appearance would be a healthy and strong frame, perhaps a little amazonian in appearance. She adheres to a regime of heavy physical training, and thus has a medium to heavy frame. She is by no means a bodybuilder, but has gained a visible sturdiness from her training. Strong arms, strong back, and stronger legs which might give her a slightly bottom heavy look. She is very tall as well, standing at 6.1ft in height.
Her hair is golden blond, and she usually has it in the form of a ponytail.
Equipment:
Saleen carries a lot of personal gadgets and home-made armor. The base of her attire consists of a simple yet flexible skin tight and elastic jumpsuit that can withstand the vacuum of space, and also offers decent protection against the elements, be it heat or cold. Over her jumpsuit, she wears an assortment of different plates of duraplast armor latched and bonded onto her suit in a rather crude fashion, consisting of mainly five pieces, a helm, a chestguard with pauldrons, a pair of heavy gloves running to her elbows, and a pair of heavy boots running up to her knees and a pair of heavy cuisses protecting her front thighs.
She wears a series of thick duraplast plates as opposed to a full set of armor. While the plates don't cover as much of her body, they are considerably thicker than normal bodyarmor. She can shrug off most lower caliber shots that hits her armored plates without much worry, and can even survive heavier fire as well. Her jumpsuit however offers no protection if hit.
Her helmet is a heavier version of a pilot’s helmet, with sloped armor running out across the sides of her face into the shape of a rising eagle, and a blue, one way shaded visor in front. She has a camera and flashlight attached to the side of her helmet, enabling her to record the battlefield and relay information back to a central command, or store it for use or analysis later. Out from behind her helmet flows a large, white ponytail that runs down to her back. It is not her actual hair, but artificial hair attached to the helmet itself for no other reason than vanity. Her helmet also has a connection to a small oxygen tank built into the back of her chestplate in the form of two redundant plastic cables.
The metal’s default color is that of a darker gray, but parts of its surface has been painted abyss black, with silvery lines running in intricate patterns across the plates. At the base of her belt in front, she wears a blue loincloth hanging from her lower waist.
Due to her background as an artist, she also spends a lot of time decorating her armor. The concept of camouflage is alien to her, as she values appearance over disappearance whether it be on the battlefield or in social circles. This can be seen in the delicate and intricate patterns that she so often paints on her armor, or the animal feathers that she uses to decorate her underlines of her shoulderpads with.
Weapons:
- Light Repeating Blaster(main). Her heavy Repeating Blaster is her prime weapon of choice. It requires two hands to wield, and can be attached to her specialized energy backpack with a cord to remove the need to switch individual power cells. Like her armor, she has painted her weapon as well and embellished it with intricate symbols and designs of silver on a pitch black surface. It has an in-built targeter connected to her visor that enables her to see where she is aiming even while firing from the hip, thus eliminating the need for aiming down sight unless hit by an electromagnetic blast.
- Slug-thrower pistol. Her sidearm is a slug pistol that fires physical bullets as opposed to blaster rounds, and uses a high caliber. Only has eight rounds.
- Her melee weapon is a small, jagged and electric machete that can be electrically charged to stun opponents upon touching a conductive surface.
Gadgets:
- Holobinoculars. Essentially a more future version of a set of binoculars which can zoom in on distant targets, as well as have a nightvision and thermal mode that can be toggled on or off.
- 3 smoke grenades and 3 neurotoxin grenades at the bottom front of her chestplate. They look dangerously similar.
- Ammo backpack. Carries a jet black backpack overfilled with energy cells for her blaster. Heavy, unwieldy, but carries enough energized death to fire for a long time. Can be connected directly into her repeater through an insulated cable so that she doesn't have to switch individual energy cells during battle.
- Her boots are magnetic, and she has small thrusters attached to her armor that enables her to maneuver around in zergo-G environments. Thrusters are too weak to work in normal gravity however.
Strengths:
- Is heavily armored from the front and somewhat from the sides. It is from behind that she is the least armored, as her jumpsuit is mostly exposed from the beginning of her lower back and down to her knees.
- Her suit can operate in hostile environments and without oxygen for minutes. This renders her immune to most chemical and biological attacks, and she can walk outside of spaceships.
- Has a lot of utility items.
Weaknesses
- Values appearance over camouflage. Stands out like a sore thumb a lot of the time due to her liberated artistic soul.
- While she is strong, she is still weighed down somewhat by her excessive equipment and armor
- Lacks real training. Prefers to overcome foes through superior firepower or brute force.
Background:
Saleen was born into a rather boring upper middle income family on Coruscant, sharing the space with only her older sister. Very early in her life, she decided that she wanted to become an artist, and so convinced her parents to let her go to art school at the later stages of her education. She managed to enter one of the more prestigious art schools on the planet. But she often got into arguments with her peers as she had a tendency to criticize their work rather verbally, and she took grave offense at the slightest unfavorable murmur towards one of her own projects. This went to the point that there were episodes where she engaged in fights with her fellow students and even smashed their projects. This got to the point where she once proclaimed the destruction of an large glass construct by one of her fellow classmates, as an act of art itself to show the futility of life itself against the currents of change. Most of her fellow students did not share her perspective, and Saleen eventually got expelled from the school.
Blaming her failure on the lack of personal inspiration rather than social etiquette, Saleen wanted to get some inspiration for future artwork and decided that dangers and adventure was the way to go, as she had ‘learned’ through the consumption of a great volume of books and movies.
Deciding that she wanted to become a mercenary and bounty hunter, she bought herself a blaster, a cool leather outfit and went straight to the outer rim with only a brief goodbye to her parents, telling them she was on an art project.
Her confidence soared after the success of her first mission, which consisted of guarding a spice shipment, with a rather hefty pay. The fact that absolutely nothing had happened during the actual mission short of a near crash with another cargo freighter didn’t stop Saleen from taking the success as a sign that she was a natural talent within the mercenary business.
Her second mission did not go as well. Emboldened, she signed up for a bounty to take down a jedi and his padawan on a desert world. However, the mission failed when the jedi lured Saleen and her fellow bounty hunters into a rancor lair, and the whole bounty ended with a team of terrified bounty hunters with Saleen in front running away for their lives whilst screaming on the top of their lungs!
After failing her first bounty mission, she decided to go back to armed escort services instead. Her third mission was therefore to guard a large fuel shipment on the same desert world. But when the shipment was attacked by raiders, a fight broke out between the mercenaries and raiders. The raiders ceased their attack however when a stray shot from Saleen’s blaster set off a chain reaction among the fuel tank and blew the entire convoy up, throwing mercenaries and raiders skyhigh! Saleen was badly damaged during the explosion, but managed to limp back to a speeder, return to the nearest settlement, and get a ticket off-world before her customer could learn what had happened to his shipment.
After that mission, Saleen decided to invest in her own personalized suit of armor and weaponry, and took on a series of other missions with varying degrees of success. Up until that point, her only contact with the rebels had been through sporadic and mostly uneventful encounters with their people. She usually steered clear of them, with the exception of one mission where she was hired by a local to trash a bar that was secretly used as a hub by the rebels, resulting in a frantic firefight that ravaged half the town in a chaotic free-for-all between mercenaries, local police, criminals, empire soldiers, local militia and rebels. It was not until she was contacted by her sister, which by that point was working for the rebels, that she was persuaded to, if not help them, work for them as a hired gun. Personally, Saleen was quite curious about the rebels, having heard many romantic stories about the great adventures they partook upon at local taverns and bars. Believing that an experience within the rebels was just what her artistic integrity needed, Saleen decided to join them. She only hopes none of the rebels she met would remember her from her last meeting with them.