Name: Kairos Ward
Species: Homo Sapien
Homeworld: None
Place of Birth: Mining Station 115-29, Outer Rim territories, position variable
Age: Appearance is early to mid twenties
Actual Age: 23
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Amber
Defining Characteristics: Scar over left eye, tan complexion
Apparel: Metallic suit, a patchwork design of metal plates that he’d designed to protect himself during mining operations. While it offers passable protection in combat against local fauna of numerous planets its banal, slapdash design doesn’t offer a great deal of protection and is prone to breaking apart, if not cared for properly.
Leather tunic, worn when not in combat, the leather tunic offers no real protection and is only suitable for clothes when he is either relaxing or when he is practicing his martial arts.
Force Sensitivity: Positive
Background:
“Everyone please buckle yourselves in for the final leg of our journey. We will be arriving at the Viscara station soon, from there you will take the shuttle to the planet, or catch your next shuttle.”
Kairos stared out the window at the planet itself. He’d read several things about Viscara: was originally founded by Czerka, that several discoveries had been made there and that, while temperate, the overall climate was quite inclement. The latter part had to do with huts apparently tampering with the weather through their odd experiments. Why didn’t that surprise him? He didn’t like hutts all that much, largely because their very nature seemed to be lying whether to their own kind or others. These experiments, though, took it a step further, damaging the ecosystem. He shook his head as he gazed at the planet. But what was calling him here, exactly?
“So,” his seat mate suddenly piped up on approach. “Name’s Orlen, traveling mercenary coming to Viscara to make my fortune. What about you? What’s your story, stranger?”
His gruff voice made him difficult to understand, but Kairos at least picked up the gist of his questions and shrugged. “Not much to tell, really. I grew up on a mining colony on the outer edges of the outer rim where we harvested meteors…”
“No kiddin’?” the man asked and Kairos nodded.
“Yeah… We would pull them into the station and then climb all over them, break them apart and harvest the materials inside, for things like fuel and even durasteel. Well my dad was a miner for years before he met my mom. She had apparently just arrived there in the middle of a big operation and the company stopped bringing in any other new hires… So she and my dad work together for a while and fall in love. Boom! I’m born. Worked there for about sixteen years when suddenly there was an…accident on the job and my mother perished.”
The man’s face dropped to sadness. “Man, I’m sorry I didn’t know. That does suck, though.”
“No, I know…” He still remembered everything; his father telling him all about how his mom had been the most beautiful woman he’d ever met and how they’d fallen in love while breaking an asteroid. He’d been born and the world was wonderful for them. Yet his reminiscing smile quickly soured as the rest came back. His abilities with the force, the lessons with the force, both constantly telling him to hide this “gift” of his. He hadn’t understood that, at the time. If it was a gift, then shouldn’t he use it? Then came more lessons with his mother and the martial arts, the self mastery… He learned to control his anger, at least to the best of a child’s ability, learned how to rule himself instead of being ruled by his emotions… But…on his sixteenth birthday his world shattered. A sith that had apparently been tracking his mother pushed an asteroid into the bay too quickly, causing his mother to be crushed by the tons of rock. He didn’t remember what happened. He saw red and tried moving the rock… There was an explosion, there was screaming…
“Geez, sorry I asked, kid. So…how’d you end up headin’ out here?”
Kairos chuckled a bit as he watched the stars pass. “That’s…well, after sixteen I moved to a new station to apprentice there. While I’d go on to complete a degree in engineering and a minor in geologic sciences on this new station, that wasn’t enough. I worked there for the next seven years…” He smiled, recalling JT-193 helping him learn droid speech to be able to converse with the droids around the station. Then there was Carpet, the wookie that refused to tell anyone his real name, that was where he’d learned to understand Shyrii’wook. Both lessons had been useful. In all that time he practiced his martial arts, but had never worked with the force since. He’d had to basically go into hiding. His father had convinced everyone that Kairos had died. At his new station he was able to keep a much lower profile and made a fair bit of money that he managed to save. It took seven years for him to save enough money to start exploring as he’d always wanted. He’d stopped using the force, for the most part, just a bit of healing here and there when he thought he could get away with it. The lesson of being careful of jedi and wary of sith engraved in his mind. “So…I came out here, hoping for a fresh start.” The ship lurched forward as they docked and the mercenary got to his feet.
“Well, Kairos, I reckon that you’ll be making something new of yourself before ya know it. Hopefully we’ll both find our fortunes here.”
The young man simply nodded, as he stared at the planet, pondering what exactly was drawing him in…