Final Concept Post: My designation is ARC-9203. I am an ARC trooper, or I was, back when that actually meant something. I was born to protect. I am a guardian of that which needs deffending, and I fought a hundred battles on a hundred worlds to deffend the people of the Republic. There is a special kind of bond forged in the fires of war. Our Jedi CO, Master Valoris Merin, was as much my brother as any trooper. He led us through Hell and back, and we all shared the scars that showed it. After I charged a clanker gun line with nothing but a jet pack and a pack of thermal detonators, he gave me the name "Khan" for the Kaleesh warriors-generals. He was also the one who dragged my corpse to a medic after I got myself sniped by a clanker commando on Utapau. I owe the man my life, but I never got to repay that debt. While I was on a medical station in the Outer Rim, Order 66 came down. My brothers became mindless slaves and the Jedi were exterminated across the galaxy. Everything the Republic Army stood for was thrown away, so I had no reason to stay. I don't know what made me immune to the control my brothers were placed under, but I knew there was no way I could go back. I hijacked a shuttle and crashed on a small, agrarian world somewhere near Tatooine. There was a family who took me in and nursed me back to health, Ulan was the man's name. He helped me hide from the Imperial search teams looking for their missing ARC trooper. Luckily, I was able to repay him when the time came. A crew of thugs looking to profit from post-war destruction came to his farm to demand tribute. I was happy to pay them in injuries rather than credits. After that I spent several months with Ulan and his wife, Emera, but after a while I had to keep moving. When the Imperials secured the system where Ulan lived, he gave me enough cash to get off world. I took the name Valoris as a tribute to the man I couldn't protect, swearing I'd do everything I could to protect the people who needed it. I spent the next few years taking bodyguard contracts to make ends meet. Bodyguard work was reasonably profitable, and after a time I was able to gain a bit of a professional reputation in the Outer Rim. A few weeks ago I took a job here on Svivren at the Thaali Research Institute protecting Dr. Eliasan. I saw from the records that she's never had a security detail before, so I'll bet she's cooked up something big, and there'll be plenty of people looking to get her for it. Over my dead body...
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