Cyna~

"Get down!" Han Solo hisses. I see two Predator lizards drop out of a tree. One speaks to the other in an odd language that I don't understand. "They can smell us!" I whisper. My father, Chewbacca, glares at me and holds a finger to his lips. Han creeps through the bushes, trying to get a better viewpoint. I want to attack now! But father holds me back. Han gives us the signal, and my father raises his bowcaster and nails them both in the head. They fall to the ground.

"That was close," Uncle Han says. My father grunts. "Let's get back to the ship." I follow them back to the Millennium Falcon, where we prepare to take off. We've gotten what what we came here for, so we're headed to the next planet. "Seatbelt,"  my father chides as I settle into a seat. Ugh, he can be so overprotective sometimes! I know he's just worried for me, though. He has good intentions at heart.

Neri~ Let me tell you a bit about myself. I know my mother isn't my real mother. We look nothing alike. She never told me who my true mother was, nor anything about how she came to find me. I have no knowledge of a father, birth or foster. 

And all I know is thievery. All the gangs steer clear of me, because I'm somehow connected in their minds to some anchient superstition. But that's their loss. I know I'm one of Courscant's best thieves.

Never been caught. Never will be.

Um... Sorry I never posted on Cho's, but I will make a point to on this.

Name: Rela Himar

Age: 14 (in human years)

Species: Twi'lek 

Personality: Smart, sarcastic, wry, calculating.

Preffered weapon: Lightweight blaster pistol

Appearance: A blue Twi'lek, darker blue eyes, wears a brown coat, black boots, black pants, and a dark brown shirt.

Job/Living: Smuggler

Side (Rebel/Light side/Jedi, Dark side/Sith): None. She's a smuggler, come on!  

Backstory: When she was nine, her father (also a smuggler) died. It is unknown how he died, but one day not long after he died, someone came and gave his ship, The Phoenix, to Rela's mother. She refused and gave it to Rela instead. Later, Rela took up smuggling and when she came back once, her mother and sister were gone. So were all the Twi'leks in the small village. Driven by greif, Rela vowed to track down whoever did this and get her family back.

Skills (if any): Piloting, fighting, sneaking, and a bit of thievery.

Other: Has a YT-1300 ship, The Phoenix. 

Kallia~ Kallia was sitting on her small bunk in her fathers ship The Secret Code, watching the blue green lights of hiperdrive out of the viewport. They had been summoned two days before to Yavin 4 by a silver droid. Kallia twirled a strand of her dark hair in her long fingers as she thought. From what the droid had said they had been picked out of all the best bounty hunters to do a secret special and dangeres mission. The droid had said nouthing more exept that there pay would be more then a million credits. Kallia and her father hadn't needed any more persuation. 

"Kal get yourself to the cockpit now." Her fathers voice crackled through the hidden earpice that they always wore. "We're exiting in twenty minutets." 

Kallia tapped the earpice twice to show that she heard and ran to the cockpit. Her father tapped the seat next to him and said "Is your bag packed? Clothes, knife,rope holoprojecter and such?"

Kallia nodded and ajusted the controls. They had a special ship that could outmanuver outgun and out just about anything but it required two people to fly it.

All of a sudden the hyperspace lights vanished, leaving them with a beautlful view of a green planet. Kallia's father flew straight towords it. They were flying through the clouds when Kallia spotted a small blip on the screen. She pointed it out and her father levled the ship so that in a matter of seconds they were flying over a large flat plain.

As soon as they touched down two laser turrits popped up from the ground. "Please state your name and buisness, or I shall activate the lasers. "

"I am Asajako, cooming here to meet with my new client. You will let us pass."   

The laser cannons slid back into the ground and a hole opened up. They landed in it and found themselves in an underground docking bay. The roof closed seamlessly overhead. The docking bay was drab with dark grey walls and only a few crates stacked on one side.  Kallia was just about to peek in one of them when a silver droid walked into the room. " My master is expecting you. Please come with me."They followed the droid through many silent hallways. All of a sudden they stopped in front of a door. It opened with an almost silent swish and they stepped inside. 

Welcome Coconut the Dog! It won't bother me if you don't post often, I don't either. Oh, BTW, Grimbo the Hutt's palace is on Matern, a planet in the Tatooine system ( I made up Matern).

Rubia~

Startled by the Padawan's hate filled glance, I almost back away, then regain composure. The Padawan sneers, making sure I know who is boss, then sweeps toward a Jedi master next to the throne room's only entrance. I stride after him, chiding myself on my lack of observation. When I had entered the throne room earlier, I hadn't even noticed the pair of Jedi! The taller of the two Jedi beckons me forward as we reach him. His intense gaze bores into me as he notes my height, strength, and agility. He nods wryly,

"For a Hutt, he has given us a good fighting man." His words make me jump slightly. Both Jedi think I am a boy! Suddenly, Grimbo's entire sneaky plan races into my brain. Unless I took off the hateful helmet I wore, the Jedi would never know my gender! They simply assumed that I was the sex they wanted!

This new revelation causes me to want to giggle, but I hold it in. I invision the surprise on their faces as they realize... Then the Padawan jolts me into action,

"Come on, slave." His chisled face leers at me. The taller Jedi speaks in a rebuking but not sharp tone,

"Demas, he is no longer a slave. He is free." I frown inside the bulk of my helmet. Free? How? The Jedi Master glances around nervously,"But come. We do not want any violence." He exits the rotten palace of Grimbo the Hutt, Demas and I following closely. I am tall for my age of seventeen, that is for sure. This aided me, since Demas could not look down on me if we were the same height. We reach the mens' ship soon, a simple but sturdy flyer. Demas gets on first, and the tall Jedi turns to me,

"I do not fly well. Demas does it for me. I am Master Yei-se Mace (no, it's not Chinese), and my Padawan is Demas Luc. please excuse him. His training has been short and fruitless. Who are you? Well, we can do that once we are safely away from this wretched place." I nod blankly, and follow him up the gangplank, into my new life.

A while later when Demas has gone, and Master Mace and I are alone in the cockpit, he asks me why I keep on my helmet, "You're a very odd boy. You haven't said barely a word since we got aboard." I take a deep breath and remove the helmet, revealing the long, chesnut braid, and my girlish figure,

"I am not a boy," I state flatly. 

Top!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's mine!

Name: Nara'Dek (I'm bad at names)

Age: Only 11

Personality: Shy and gets scared easily.

Preffered weapon: Her yellow lightsaber. Don't get me wrong, she's not a jedi. She just made a lightsaber.

Backstory: She doesn't know. She only knows that she was once kidnapped by the Empire and made to create machines for them.

Skills: She's an amazing mechanic, but no talent with the force whatsoever.

No movie relationships. Also, I'm a human. :P

~Nara'Dek

I finally finish my mini astromech droid. Looks like an R2 model, but can fit in the palm of your hand. I wipe machine grease off of my clothes. "Hmm...." I survey it's yellow paint job. "I'll call you... 1C3." Onesiethree, I thought. Not a bad name. Slides off your toung. Suddenly the door slides open and a stormtrooper walks in. I immediately pocket Onsiethree. To my suprise, the stormtrooper takes off her helmet and grins. "Nada!" I cry. The teenage trooper smiles. "You've dyed your hair pink!?" I gasp. "It's so good to see you, I thought your Tie Fighter crashed!" I exclaim. She flips her now-pink hair. "Nope. It was...a friend from my regiment." She says softly. "I thought that they were going to send someone in to make me build another machine..." I say. "They are." Nada says grimly. "But, they didn't know that you and I..go way back. And they sent me." She says. I exhale. "Nada, I made you something." I hold out my minidroid. "It's called 1C3." I say proudly. "You keep it." Nada says. "Huh?" I ask. "I said you keep it. You never keep any of your droids. Now keep it." Nada demands. I hug her, and feel the cold of her plated trooper armor. "So what do they want me to build?" I ask as I release her. "A combat droid. Special weapons." Nada says. I turn even paler. "Nada..." I whisper.

Then my voice rises to a crescendo and I start sobbing as I speak. "They can't make me do this! I can't always just make them killer weapons that I know will take the lives of... I-innocents." I say, starting to sob. She strokes her hands through my hair. "I know you don't like it, but it's for the good of the Empire..." She whispers as I sob. "But Nada...I'm not with the Empire. They took me from my planet, wherever my planet is!" I sob. "I don't want to be forced to make their machines anymore!" She strokes my hair again. "I know." 

@Cho-

Can Cyna meet with Neri? Maybe because Han is doing some stuff for gangs or whatever, and they can meet then? I don't know. If it's okay with you, Cyna can meet Neri.