Character Info

Jack was born on Nar Shaddaa in Hutt Space to Dominus and Anla Fenn. Life on the smuggler's moon wasn't easy, but the Fenns never planned on staying there long. Dominus was an able-bodied gun-for-hire who was away on business most of Jack's early life, but it provided them with the bribe-money necessary for a comfortable living. Jack's mother was a pilot who worked for one Hutt lord to the next, depending on who needed cargo moved across the moon. Jack would often accompany her as a child, becoming fascinated with the lifestyle. One Hutt in particular, Grubbo, took a liking to Anla, and so it was taken as an insult when the Fenns left Nar Shaddaa for a planet closer to the Core.

Ralltiir was a rich world, and not only had Dominus accrued enough money to move here, but he had been offered a job as a bodyguard for a powerful banker. It paid well enough that Anla didn't have to work anymore, which meant that young Jack couldn't ride in the spaceships anymore. Though he missed his old life, he didn't realize how dangerous it had actually been. On Ralltiir, however, Anla and Dominus found time to give Jack a little sister named Maya. Jack never paid Maya much mind, being more interested in reliving the adventurous life he'd had on Nar Shaddaa. The dark reality of that old life eventually caught up to them, and one day while Jack and his mother were visiting relatives on another world, Anla was kidnapped by some of Grubbo's cronies. Jack's relatives were killed, and Jack was left behind due to careful hiding, alone on an unfamiliar planet. Luckily, he was only alone until he was taken in temporarily by a Togrutan family. Jack was there for three months before his father finally tracked him down when his wife and child hadn't returned. He'd brought Maya with him, but upon learning what had happened to his wife, Dominus entered a dark state. Jack isn't certain if a deal was struck, if Dominus had paid them, or if he had simply departed, but he and Maya both were left with the Togrutan family now.

The Togrutans had a daughter named Ada'asha, who was about Jack's age (or species equivalent). Though it took him time to come out of the sadness of recent events, he grew to realize that Ada also had a yearning for excitement. He would go to watch the speeder bike races with her, evading his little sister who tried following him around everywhere. It was a nice distraction from the recent trauma, and he quickly made a friend in Ada.

It was a year before Jack's father returned, almost wordlessly taking Jack and Maya back to their home on Ralltiir. Dominus was a different man, taking to drink and gambling regularly, and though he never told Jack what happened in a lucid state, his drunken ramblings were more than enough. Dominus had broken his mother free from Grubbo's den, but his mother did not survive the escape that followed. It was then that the reality of the terrors he'd experienced many months ago set in, and anger grew in his heart. Though it took considerable effort and negotiation due to being still relatively young, Jack began working in his father's stead as a gun-for-hire, using his father's blaster pistols and with some of his father's natural talent and teaching. Over several years, while affording the cost of living for his family, Jack accrued the credits that he needed for passage back to Nar Shaddaa. Not once had he forgotten the burning need for vengeance.

It took months of planning, preparation, and accumulating allies (including a rival Hutt crimelord named Igsultha) before Jack was ready, but when the moment came, the attack was quick and brutal. Grubbo and the majority of his henchmen were killed in a raid on their den, and the ends of Jack's blasters red-hot from overuse. Igsultha wished to commend him and the other men involved with a day of celebration, but much like his father, Jack left the moon wordlessly.

When he returned home, even this news wouldn't shake his father from the depression he'd entered. His sister had by this point gotten a job at one of Ralltiir's many banks, uninterested in bonding with a brother who'd abandoned her as much as her father had. Jack desperately wanted to mend his relationship with Maya, but neither of them were in a state to do so, and so he left seeking further mercenary work.

He worked jobs few and far between, more often sleeping in the corridors of starports than in a bed that he'd have to pay for. He'd kept in intermittent contact with Ada, and though he'd never let on how low he felt he had fallen, he was quick to accept the job that she suggested to him. The work was simple: escort the Major's son from one city to the next. His work had made him several enemies, and he feared for his son's safety. It turned out that his fears were warranted, and Jack's gun was needed throughout the day as their convoy was ambushed repeatedly. At the end of the day he was sharing drinks with Major Willute safe and sound. The Major had offered him a night's rest in the Imperial outpost, and Jack eagerly accepted. He awoke in the middle of the night, preparing to leave early, but not before he stumbled across the major's body, blaster wounds riddling his chest. Instead of waiting to be interrogated by the Empire, Jack fled. Alarms sounded soon after, and in his attempt to escape he caught a blast to his back, scorching his coat and body beneath.

He made his way to a doctor's patchshop, if only to get off of the street and away from his pursuers for a moment. It was there that he met Doc, who was forced to escape with him when the troopers found them anyway. They managed to get to the nearest port when Jack happened to spot Ada making her way up the ramp of her ship. Without much thought going into his plan, he urged the doctor to come with him as he boarded Ada's ship. He begged Ada to take him off planet, but she had questions. As understandable as the questions were, Jack knew that if the troopers caught up to them and got aboard, they'd be done for. And so he drew his blaster pistol and trained it on his friend. "Ada," he said firmly, leaving no time for more questions, "Get this ship in the air. Now."

Since then, it has been one day after the next, evading the Imperials, crime-lords, and his home (hoping that this wouldn't be traced back to his father and sister). He had to find out what happened so that he could prove his innocence and safely return home.

The elder of two sons born to a wealthy family, Savi Taihara always wanted to be a fighter pilot. He had the physique and athletic talent the Navy loved in their top recruits. However, as eldest, his place was to carry on the family's long tradition of serving the galactic community by representing and defending their interests to the government. He would watch, enviously, as his younger brother gained admittance to the Imperial Navy, quickly becoming squadron leader and earning accolades and promotions, while he studied history, diplomacy, and philosophy.

By his late 20's Savi would exceed his father expectations and become an Imperial Senator. For years, he would serve with pride feeling as though he were making a real difference. He would often tell himself that his life had real meaning because he was making a difference in the lives of decent people on countless worlds. He wasn't eager for death, but he knew when it came he would not be sad, because his life would have been spent in the pursuit of accomplishing something meaningful. It would matter that he lived.

That all changed by the time Savi had served for 14 years. At 42, he had finally come to understand the truth. His career was a farce. The Senate had become a sham and their rulings and authority was a mirage. The Emperor did as he pleased while Senators played at government like children playing at space pirates. His feelings of purpose were false. He had been conned and when he died, he knew, his life will have made not one bit of difference.

It wasn't long before he began voicing his thoughts about the system. Predictably, the authorities began listening to his increasingly seditious comments and he was brought before the Imperial Security Bureau. By all rights, he should have, would have, been executed, but his father traded in every family favor and got his son exiled instead.

Now, serving out the rest of his dreary, miserable life in anonymity at the farthest reach of civilization, Savi had all but given up. He had contemplated taking his own life, but then it came to him. A plan. A wonderful, paradigm shifting, plan of rebirth. He just needed the right set of circumstances to present themselves...

"What? No, not at all. I am listening. Please, continue." he said to the Togruta sitting across from his desk. "You were saying something about your ship being unfairly grounded."

As the pilot went on in a fumbling attempt to dance around hints of bribery, Savi saw his chance. He would leave this painful life behind and begin a new life. He would dedicate this new life to freedom. Instead of living exclusively by the rules and limitations imposed on him, he would live by those he imposed on himself.

He interrupted the obviously desperate fringer in his office, and quickly laid out the bare bones of his plan. After the shock passed, the Togruta regained her composure and agreed to the terms. She left immediately as Savi busied himself in his office. There was much to do. Documents needed to be arranged, he would have to get back home in order to change his appearance, and, perhaps most importantly, the body had to be prepared. His hands trembled as he sorted through the information on his data pad. Emancipation was no longer a dream. He was about to be free, or he was about to die. Either way, the farce was over.

For this first time in many years, Savi smiled.

Jasvan "Doc" Walken was born on Faro in the Colonies region of the galaxy. Born into a wealthy family he was left to pursue his own interests as he grew into maturity with no expectation that he would have to work at a trade. Being recognised for his intelect from an early age it came as no surprise to his familly that he entered into the famed Corucal Medical Accademy and soon came to the attention of the local Moff who was heading up a special research team.

Seeing this as his chance to make his mark he dedicated his attentions to the work they were undertaking. After a number of months he became somewhat worried at the directions the reasearch was taking, these were smoothed over by his superiors and he was told the work they were doing would eventually help millions of people and he threw himself back into his research with an even greater dedication than before.

This was not to last however. 2 years ago details of the work his team was doing were leaked onto the public holonet on Faro. The outcry from the population of Fari lead to a public inquiry and whilst Jasvan was assured that he had nothing to worry about he soon found that his name had been circulated as the lead of the project. The result of the inquiry laid the full blame on Jasvan, his superiors had been quickly moved to different positions in the Core Worlds and he found that all of the paperwork indicated he was the project lead rather than a low level researcher. Seeing the writing on the wall he secure passage on a tramp freighter heading to the Outer Rim before he could be arrested for the crimes that were now being laid at his feet.

Jumping from ship to ship he managed to trade his skills for passage before he came to Kerest, whilst the planet seemed distinctly lacking in creature comforts he found his skills were in quite high demand due to the shockingly violent types who passed through the system. Striking a deal with Ka'plox, a Devaronian "business" man (who Jasvan strongly suspects works for Black Sun) who ran the local cantina amongst other business ventures, to patch up his employees as and when they needed it in return for a certain amount of discretion and some creature comforts he had been sorely lacking for over the last few months. Whilst he predominantly dealt with Ka'plox's men he also would treat other people if they needed it, for a price.

Everything seemed to be going ok with his new life and Ka'plox had started to hint that he would like to move Jasvan's operation to better, more comfortable surroundings when Jack Fenn crossed his path. Jack had a few injuries that needed patching up but nothing too serious, Jasvan was just wrapping up when a bunch of bounty hunters burst in shooting indiscriminately. Seconds later half of the clientele of the cantina were dead and Jasvan and Jack were heading full pelt for the star port with the hunters and some of Ka'plox's goons in tow….