"I'm heading toward you now. Start the landspeeder. No, I didn't get him. You didn't mention the wookiee. What wookiee? The very angry one slowly gaining on me. Look, I'm almost to you, okay? *crash, yelp, screams* Start the landspeeder! Start the fucking landspeeder NOW!"
A bounty hunter from Celanon in the Outer Rim, Min has been drifting around as a hired gun and thief-taker for a number of years. She is persistently vague about why she left Celanon, but it's pretty clear there was some sort of trouble and she may in fact have people who are unhappy she's alive. She has expressed Separatist sympathies a few times, and seems to have no love for the old Republic and even less for the Empire.
Min is a short, stocky human woman in her mid to late twenties; solidly built, although it is muscle rather than fat. Her left eye is an inexpensive cybernetic replacement, and the flesh around it is badly mangled. She sometimes wears an embroidered patch over it for formal occasions, but prefers to leave it uncovered so that she has full vision. She has snub features and is somewhat weatherbeaten, with short, close-cropped black hair.
Generally Min comes across as cynical and a little bitter. She’s not unfriendly, or even necessarily depressing, but she tends to make it clear that she expects people and the universe in general to try and screw her. Still, she mostly seems to resist using this as justification to pre-emptively screw them first; when she makes an agreement she tends to follow through on her end of it. She does have moments where she goes off to her rooms or an isolated corner and just stares silently at the walls for hours, but it’s never caused any problem on jobs before, so people tend to simply assume it’s her problem/business.
Aside from that, her one obvious quirk is a tendancy to whistle or hum a Celanon traditional song, ‘She Moved Through The Fair’, which gets on some people’s nerves after the hundredth time.
Skillwise, Min is a crack shot with carbine or pistol, fairly strong for a human, and at least decent at ship, vehicle, and droid mechanics. She also is very good at baking bread for some reason.
It would also appear that Min has been carrying a lightsaber all this time and is fairly good with it.
"I'm in love with space travel and flying free! Isn't that enough for anyone?" *The realspace engines whine loudly.* "Don't worry, the engines always make that noise when I make a hairpin turn through the rings of a planet. But that should take out those fighters chasing us. Space really is as exciting as I dreamed it would be."
From birth, Manny wasn't like other Sallustans. When most men were busy preparing to one day compete to get into a good clan, he was busy waving space ships around and making laser noises. He grew up handsome and charming by Sallustan standards, but wasn't interested in that; he just wanted to learn to pilot. Piloting could itself help you get into a good clan and find a good wife to serve, so his parents encouraged it; even rare clanless Sallustans could make a good living that way. For a while, that was fine, until the Empire took over and began firing Sallustans and replacing them with humans, so he went renegade with his ship.
He's been roaming the spacelanes ever since, selling his services. And being pursued both by clans who want to recruit him and don't understand his reluctance and by his former employers, who want their space ship back. And him, alive if possible, but dead would work too.
Manny is considered handsome by Sallustan standards and very clever and tricky by Sallustan standards... which makes him normal elsewhere. But his biggest talent is his nimble fingers and hand-eye coordination, which let him shoot just about anything and fly just about anything and avoid getting hit. Also, he never gets lost.
Manny tends to be mellow most of the time and will take big risks while acting like it's no big deal; he just plays it off.
Manny used to be law-abiding, but the law's gone dark with the Empire arising and so now he just holds to his own code; he is not a violent man but he's somewhat... careless... about property rights and smuggling laws and so on.
He also has a reputation for squeezing high speed out anything, from shopping carts to spaceships.
Note: The ' in his name is a clicking noise.
"I am one with the motion and floor sensors, and the motion and floor sensors are one with me"
Chel Imwe was born into a family that had long traditionally served the Guardians of the Whills in the desolate land of Jeddah. However, with the Jedi long gone, serving that order seemed utterly pointless to Chel, who wanted to explore a more galactic lifestyle and ran away at a young age. That lifestyle however has turned out to be more costly and dangerous than she'd anticipated, leading her to learn slicing skills and a knack for going about unseen for her own survival. This has also lead to some moments of thievery that have made her a fugitive in certain parts of the galaxy. Despite these setbacks, she is still looking to see and experience as much of the galaxy as possible.
She possibly has force potential, but hasn't been inclined to explore that as of yet. It's dangerous to do that sort of thing these days, after all.
"You can get much farther with a kind word and an angry wookie than you can with an angry wookie alone."
Alaia was born on Ryloth, third child of a low status family within the clan Nera. As happens to far too many young twi'lek women, she got to see the galaxy on someone else's credit when her clan's head sold her to cover gambling debts. She was lucky in that she ended up with Bardo the Hutt, a young and dynamic crime boss on the notorious pleasure station LV-1, home to elegant casinos, cheap gambling parlors, exotic dance clubs, 'exotic dance clubs', and of course the Pleasure Dome, the biggest bordello on the outer rim. Instead of ending up as dancing eye candy, she became his assistant, dealing with the people side of Bardo's work, leaving him free to concentrate on planning and making money. Despite the occasional rumours that their relationship was not strictly professional, it was a good life.
At least until a 'friendly discussion' with a rival gang turned into an encounter with Imperial forces necessitating an immediate departure from the station.
Following that, she travelled all over, one or more steps ahead of imperial pursuit. The closest they got was on Gungan Joe's casino, where a group of operatives cornered her - at least until the place errupted in chaos. She attached herself to the crew, who seemed to have at least -some- plan other than panic and shoot. Once the crisis was over, she moved on due to previous commitments, but she did promise she'd be back.
A mysterious gambling queen known only as Naboo Sal put together a four being team to go and steal a rare portrait of Queen Amidala from the sinister Gungan Joe, aboard his spacefaring casino. She simply wanted the uncanny painting (The eyes seem to follow you everywere. So does the butt!) and our heroes could keep the rest of the score.
The fourth member of the team, hired as the face, was the Wookiee Urghbleah. He was heavily addicted to deathsticks. And sodomy. And liquor. And schzoid episodes.
The caper was a complete disaster, complicated by the second, unclear group after the painting, further complicated by a shootout between the Guavian Death Gang and Kanjiklub after Urghbleah fouled their drug deal by ingesting most of it.
The casino crashed into a small moon and Urghbleah was last seen howling curses at our heroes from an escape pod. They didn't get the portrait and they didn't get paid. They did, however, decide that the three of them worked well together and could do some business.
The Raven is a YT-1300 Freighter. It once belonged to Rimma Shipping, Incorporated, making regular runs on the Rimma Trade Route, piloted by Manny Mo'Jac. Once they fired him, he stole it while it was undergoing refit and replacement of its mods... leaving it without any and with some quirks. It now carries this trio on their missions in space.
It is lightly shielded and decently armored... for a ship of its size; it has two medium laser cannons, each in a turret, one dorsal and one ventral. It handles... better than a Hutt.
Everyone has a tiny bedroom and Manny assures you all the sonic shower no longer can try to talk to you as you bathe.