Line Captain Tyers TA_Renegade
Player: Stewart Leonard

[GM Note: Although this character was approved by a previous Branch GM. The Selonian material does not exist in SWC.]

Species: Human (Corellian)
Homeworld: Corellia/Selonia
Height: 1.9
Age: 23
Sex: Male

Short_Description: Tyers is an aware men, he is very mature for his
age. He is often considered to be thoughtful, tactically skilled and
knowledgeable. He has spent many years studying the adverse and political
effects of his actions and those of others and so can be critical, to
others and himself, but not in a nasty way. He is difficult to excite, a
very calm and considering man. He has modelled himself after his one
time mentor, the great Grand Admiral Thrawn. Tyers tends to wear his dress
unifrom rather than one of his 'normal' working day uniforms, he always
likes to look respectable and provide a good image, in many ways he is
striving for a perfect personality, but due to his striving for it, he
shall never find it.

He wears his full, short, black hair slicked across his head in a side
parting, it has a faint shine but does not look greasy. He is
constantly improving his image, he will be brushing his shoulders or wiping the
toe of his shoe. He also has a facination with weapons, he personally
bought himself a DL-44 Heavy Blaster pistol and 2 Merr-Sonn Stun
Grenades for his personal protection as well as his facination. He would like
to purchase a Broadsword when he finds one, since they are rare on high
tech planets, he has always be facenated with their raw power and how
one can be capable of harnessing its such fine, controlled movements.

Background

Tyers TA_Renegade is a Corellian, he is high in stature and quick on
his feet. He is politically motivated and tactically adept. He was born
on Corellia, but, at the age of 3 his parents were killed in a
landspeeder crash in the Agrilat swamps, they were a racing team, faster than
most but no match for Han Solo, their claim to fame is that they once
raced with him. At the age of three he was shipped as part of an orphan
project to go to live on Selonia with a community of Selonians. When he
reached the age of six he began to learn to tunnel, then, using what he
had learnt, he formed his own cave, forming, shaping, smoothing,
securing, he created a live-in work of art. There he lived, that was his own
cave, his section of the community where he lived. He lived and worked
happily then until, at the age of twelve, an event occurred that would
change his life forever...

...the Imperials were in pursuit of a smuggler, he had caused them
much grief and damage. The smuggler put down on Selonia, close by to where
young Tyers had made his home. The smuggler begged to be hidden,
knowing that no-one would ever find him in the tunnels of Selonia, a fabled
maze to all those who did not live there. The community was to turn the
smuggler over to the Empire until a voice raised above all others.

"We shall give this man shelter from the Empire in exchange for
supplies." Everyone turned to see Tyers stood on a podium-like mound of soil.

"Why, to get ourselves killed for a smuggler who will more as likely
never return? We cannot trust this man!" said one of the more pedantic
of the community.

"Come here smuggler." Said Tyers. The smuggler slowly approached the
young boy who, mysteriously, was held in high respect by a large
majority of Selonians, 'a human with respect from Selonians, what was the
world coming to' he thought.

"Look into my eyes," Tyers said, staring deeply into the visitor’s
mind, not into his eyes but beyond, "we can trust the word of this man, he
is indeed willing to give us his ship and cargo, which I believe is
quite valuable, in return for safety."

This caused a great stir among the crowd, differing opinions clashed
both verbally and violently. Still stood atop his podium, Tyers waited,
looking beyond the smuggler, beyond the crowd, beyond the wall, to be
more precise, the ceiling. The crowd still roared with conflict. Then he
began to speak, slowly at first, the words bearly leaving his mouth.

"The Imperials are approaching, they come here now. The Imperial
menace troubles our system once more" slowly the words began to from,
quietening the crowd at first then sending them into great panic.

"Quiet yourselves, for none of us shall die this day if you follow my
mark." The words of confidence rang from the mouth of the small child.
The community slowly quietened, they seemed to hold great respect for
him...

"Now, we shall move out using the secret tunnels." the Selonians
around organised themsleves into advance parties and rearguard, Tyers and
the smuggler in the center of the line. The column began to advance down
the dark, dank tunnels, around 200 of them all moving deeper into the
earth, 30 of the Selonian warriors left at the main habitation area,
armed only with primative firearms for protection. These warriors would
sell their lives dearly for the man who led them.

Meanwhile, in orbit over the planet of Selonia was the Victory Star
Destroyer 'Iron Fist' under the command of Warlord Zsinj. All around the
whine of repulsors could be heard as troop shuttles settled on the
surface. The group continued along the passage way.

Blaster bolts could be heard from behind as the brave Selonian
warriors gave their lives as dearly as possible. Tyers grimaced as the bolts
struck home and the screams of agony could be heard. Still he pressed
on, forwards and onwards. The tunnel before him opened up into a large
carvern with a river running through the centre.

"Drakka, the boats." he shouted as one of the Selonians uncovered a
rock, or what they thought was a rock, the camoflague sheet whipped away
to reveal several rowing boats. Low tech and humble but they would
suffice. They were pushed into the water and the party embarked on the next
leg of their voyage.

Heading down the river, through the caverns the roar ahead grew larger
and larger. The smuggler looked to Tyers who replied with a simple
smile of reassurance. The smuggler relaxed back into his seat as the
current carried the 5 boats down the river.

As the craft approached some rapid oars were revealed and used as
poles to guide the boats safely on their path. The river left the cavern
into a small forest and split 2 ways. Rowing towards the left the boats
cursed as they say speeder bikes whine towards them, they pushed as hard
as they could to the right, knowing it was the more dangerous way. 2
boats could not turn in time and they were smashed and shattered by the
heavy fire of the speeders.

Tyers allowed a look of concern behind him as the speeders roared
after them, another boat was ripped apart on the first pass, the speeders
looping around to confront them head on. The penultimate boat was
destroyed and the speeders hovered to the sides of Tyers, 10 meters way on
each side. The two speeder pilots drew their pistols, tracking the
occupants. The 5 selonians, the smuggler and Tyers could do nothing but sit
there in fear.

The sickening ring of the pistols loosened, taking down the selonians
as the sat defiantly. The smuggler leaped from the boat, trying to swim
to safety, a blaster bolt to the head stopped him quickly, the water
running red with blood. Tyers sat alone on the boat, surrounded by dead
Selonians. One of the pilots spoke up.

"Your coming with us boy, we know who you are and we're here for you."
to this day Tyers does not know how they found him, or why, perhaps he
never would but that was Tyers free life gone, he was an Imperial now.

His last vision was one of blue concentrict circles of a stun blast,
the next was the inside of a hanger bay and his wrists and ankles were
in cuffs. Around him were several stormtroopers, by his side was a
commnder of some sort. Opposite him was a man with deep red eyes and blue
skin, his white uniform contrasting strongly.

"500 stormtroopers, as you requested Warlord Zsinj" spoke the blue
one, identifying the commander near Tyers.

"And here is the boy Grand Admiral" Tyers jaw dropped. He couldn't
remember much from that point onwards, the shock too much for him. He
remembers being on a shuttle to an Imperial Star Destroyer, then getting
his own quarters but with armed guards.

Every day the Grand Admrial would visit him, would explain things to
him, who he was, what Tyers would one day be, the legacy he must carry
on should the worst happen. For years Thrawn taught Tyers strategy,
naval tactics, burecracy, art, life, all that would be necessary.

When Thrawn died the Empire was taken under the wing of Captain
Pellaeon, a man who knew nothing of Tyers. When Tyers was eventually found in
the cell he was escorted to the brig, the stormtroopers guarding him
were sworn to secrecy as to who or what he was, and no mention of Thrawn
was made, except by Tyers. The half teaching, half brainwashing had
left Tyers unstable, the loss of his one thread to reality.

Tyers was committed to a mental institution for several years before
finally understanding that the legacy must be carried out, the half
baked idea was imprinted in his mind now, he MUST continue the legacy of
Thrawn, he must. He signed up for the Imperial Navy and soon began
ascending in the fleet of the current Grand Admiral, Alivia Magussen. He
would one day control all, but he must take his time and be careful...

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Fluent in Selonian and Selonian Culture.
Uninfluenced by basic Imperial Doctrine, instead, in the image of GA
Thrawn.
Slightly insane.

EQUIPMENT & WEAPONS

DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, 1 DL-18 Blaster pistol, 2 Merr-Sonn Stun
Grenades, 1 vibroknife, Imperial ID and rank cylinder, comlink, 2'000 CSC

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