Reprimar

Serrian Koth
Military Information
Callsign:	Reprimar
Rank:	Unknown
Position:	Unknown
Division:	Unknown
Physical Description
Gender:	Male
Skin color:	Tan
Height:	6'3"
Weight:	185 lbs
Hair Color:	Dark Brown
Hair Style:	Worn long
Facial Hair:	None
Eyes:	Green
Tattoo:	Zabrak facial symbols
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Iridonia
Birth date:	13 BBY
Species:	Zabrak
Age:	25
Languages:	Basic, Zabraki
Residence:	Unknown
Nickname:	Serr Rep
Family:	Father: Traesg Koth Mother: Jerrine Koth Sister: Feerata Koth Sister: Yennah Koth
Fighting Style:	Zabraki Martial Arts

Current Status

Reprimar's status is currently Unknown. He was last seen disembarking from the LCR Cerulean at Daishi Station, but did not report to the station's Personnel Command office for reassignment. Subsequent inquiries into his location and status were soon called off by an unknown officer.

Biography

Appearance

Standing a little over six feet tall, Serrian (also called Serr or Reprimar by his friends) is a tan-skinned Zabrak male considered handsome by the standards of his species. He has dark brown hair which often hangs down to his shoulders and his face is marked by a traditional Zabrak tattoo pattern that indicate his lineage and personality. Dark green eyes and smooth, evenly spaced horns round out his features. His build is rather lean, though well muscled, and a product of the rugged terrain of Iridonia and his devotion to Zabrak martial arts. He has no identifying scars or other features aside from his tattoos.

When not in uniform he can often be found in brown robes or occasionally in decorated formal robes if the occasion demands it. His preference for the robes stems from the local culture in which he grew up, and he's yet to really get away from that. On those occasions that he does wear something different, he tends to wear a self-modified version of the sparring gear he fought in on Iridonia. The light brown outfit consists of somewhat baggy, light pants with a tougher synthleather guard sewn into the front and a long-sleeved shirt that, similarly, has synthleather guards sewn into the forearms, elbows, and shoulders. He generally wears a synthleather vest to complete the outfit along with light combat boots and a utility belt. As he becomes more experienced, he's beginning to consider new clothing options aside from these two main themes, but has yet to change his wardrobe much.

Personality

Like many Zabrak, Reprimar has a great degree of self motivation and confidence. In him it tends to manifest as independence and occasional bouts of stubborness. He is friendly enough, and rather easygoing, but is more than willing to take up a challenge when one is presented to him. This tendency means he ends up making many more rash decisions than he might have otherwise, though he manages to muddle through most of them. Having had a relatively sheltered life, he can be a bit on the naive side, though his native intelligence often helps make up for this. When he's focused on a task, Serrian often becomes quite single-minded and is very difficult to interrupt or otherwise distract. While this has allowed him to accomplish much of what he sets his minds to, it has often caused problems -often of the female sort- due to it making him oblivious toward others' presences and conversation. A bit of a ladies man, though, he is quick to compliment attractive females. This in itself, when combined with his tendency toward single-mindedness, has caused him even more grief with the generally fairer sex.

The idea of traveling is very alluring to Serr, which is one of the big reasons he chose to join a military. In addition to that, he has a passion for technology and has trained himself to be an amateur slicer and coder. He often can't resist attempting to break codes and scrambled transmissions, seeing them as a personal challenge to be taken on. This has almost led to legal problems in the past, but he quickly learned what not to slice. It was also one of his main reasons for joining the Navy initially, rather than the Army, since he figured he'd get more opportunity to ply the trade on the bridge of a ship than with his boots on the ground. The chance to learn how to fly starships himself was by no means lost on him either, as the freedom the prospect of that offered was all too alluring.

Traits & Talents

• Personality Traits
  • Highly intelligent
  • Occasionally stubborn
  • Competitive
  • Self confident
  • Rash
• Talents
  • Hand-to-Hand Combat
  • Slicing
  • Operation of Communications gear
  • To a slightly lesser extent, piloting.

History

The Boy from Iridonia

Born in the small town of Darza on the Zabrak homeworld of Iridonia, Serrian Koth is the son of Traesg and Jerrine Koth. His parents own a small agricultural empire in the rural areas to the west of Darza. Due to the relative affluence of the family, his parents saw fit to send Serrian and his two sisters, Feerata and Yennah, to private schools in the nearby city of Sherdah. As a result, Serr quickly found himself acquiring a more in-depth knowledge of modern technologies than most of his childhood friends. This suited the young Zabrak just fine and he began to devote more time to studying technology on his own while his friends pursued agricultural or mechanical professions.

Iridonia, Reprimar's home planet.

And unlike many of them, he dreamed of traveling the galaxy one day. Iridonia was ruggedly beautiful, but he felt it was not the home he would someday seek. One element of his personality, however, matched his friends' perfectly: the drive to compete and succeed. He especially love the Zabrak martial arts each child was required to learn, and would take extra time from his schedule to train and compete. Fighting gave him a thrill he couldn't describe, and to him little was more beautiful than physical struggle. He got more and more involved in the sport as he entered his later teen years, even to the point of obsession. Eventually Serr became rather well known as one of the best fighters in his age group, not only in Sherdah, but all over Iridonia. He gained a reputation for surprising agility and flexibility given his medium-tall height, and his wiry strength was known to be considerably greater than his trim but well defined musculature seemed to offer.

It was this love of fighting that led the young Zabrak to seek out a military with which to serve after two unhappy years at Sherdah's most prominent university. It was actually his father, Traesg's, suggestion that led to the decision. The older Zabrak acknowledged that his son could not be happy staying put, and so encouraged him to succeed. His one stipulation was that Serrian never stop learning, never stop striving to educate himself. Young Serrian readily agreed and, within a few months, found a government he liked in the Vast Empire. His family was surprised at his choice, as the Zabrak generally were not big fans of Imperial splinter factions. Despite their skepticism, Serr insisted that this Vast Empire was different- that it was a place anyone could succeed if they put in the effort. They relented and his parents gave their blessing. Finally on his own, he chose and was given the traditional Zabraki facial tattoos. His marks, highly personal symbols of who he was, were chosen for being symbols of strength and strong will, two traits he decided upon as most important to him.

Enter the Zabrak

So it came to pass that, at age 24, Serrian Koth stepped off a shuttle and into the Vast Empire Naval Academy. He trained there for six months, preparing to be a Communications Officer. While at the Academy he used his spare time to continue practicing his martial arts and, additionally, gained permission to train in the TIE Interceptor simulators. He scored well enough to be offered a transfer to Starfighter Command, but declined on the grounds that he preferred the route he had chosen. No slouch on the academic side of things either, he graduated near the top of his class. From there he was given his first assignment: Communications Mate on the LCR Cerulean, a Warden-class Light Cruiser that had just joined the Vast Imperial fleet as part of the former Atoran Home Fleet. The ship's captain was Warrant Officer 2nd Class Phillar Pradger, a human male he found rather bland and unimpressive as officers went. He judged that the man's indifference to his post was likely the cause of it being as low as it was, since Pradger was quite intelligent.

The LCR Cerulean.

The Cerulean's first cruise with her new crew was quite uneventful. Reprimar found himself in the position of Secondary Watch Communications Mate under the 1st Officer, Master Chief Petty Officer Marden Ludwig. It wasn't the worst position- much better than the Graveyard Watch that Vedder Treece, the other new Communications graduate, found himself standing. That had been based on scores alone, which made the Zabrak grateful for the hours of studying he'd put in. He served well, suggesting a change or two to the Captain and practicing his duties as they went about their mission. Since the crew of the Cerulean was so green, the Naval High Command had tasked them with simple, safe escort runs. They were to keep pace near convoys of freighters traveling between Cepany and Abrae.

Celebration and Conflict

It was after the successful conclusion of the mission that things took a little darker turn. The whole crew was given Leave at Cepany and soon found themselves engaging in the oldest of Naval traditions: flooding the nearest tapcaf with pay-happy sailors ready to drink their fill and have a loud, fun evening of relaxation. Serr found himself gathered around a long table with the rest of the crew, aside from the officers. They were drinking cold, frothy mugs of lum and trading stories of Academy experiences and childhood adventures and generally having a good time. Lum Pong ensued, to raucous results.

However, it didn't last. After a couple hours' merriment, the doors of the ill-lit tapcaf opened and another large group of spacers entered. Representing a variety of races and wearing rough civilian dress that ill-concealed the weapons they carried, they did little to cloak what they were: pirates. They were fifteen in number and, upon seeing the smaller group of a dozen Vast Imperial sailors, their leader broke into a sadistic grin. Meanwhile, several of the NCOs in the crew had noted the new arrivals and stood together to look back at them. Reprimar was among the first of the newbies to stand in turn, and quickly took the situation in. He'd been raised in an area with little crime, but even his inexperienced eyes could tell that these spacers did not have good intentions. The quarren in the Vast Empire group, an NCO by the name of Tlig Marril, stepped forward and spoke to the spacers' leader. The conversation quickly went south and all hell broke loose when the pirate leader pulled a vibroblade and went for Marril.

Reprimar dove into the fray quickly, excited and not a little scared at his first real fight. He went head to head with a one-eyed rodian, blocking his opponent's blows with his forearm guards and lashing out with counter-attacks of his own. His blows, far more expertly thrown, soon made their mark in the form of bruises and cuts scattered over the rodian's abused face. Desperate and enraged, the green alien pulled out a durasteel blade and lunged at the young zabrak. Reacting instinctively as he'd been trained, Serr parried the knife away with his left hand, an open-handed strike to the rodian's wrist that knocked the weapon out of line and trapped its grip in his hand. Flowing through the move, the zabrak curled his right fist into a wedge and struck the rodian in the throat. Fortunately for his opponent, the blow was not quite enough to crush his airways. So, rather than dying quickly of asphyxiation, the rodian pirate simply dropped to the floor unconscious.

The Gran pirate leader.

Before Serrian could congratulate himself on his victory a blaster whined and the bolt zipped past his head. It missed him, yes, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the bolt sink into the unprotected side of Rand Praleos, one of the Medical Officers. The human shrieked in pain and clutched at the wound. Shaking off the scene, Rep jerked back and saw the pirate leader adjusting his aim. Apparently the gran had been separated from Tlig and had decided to take a target of opportunity: Reprimar. As the gran prepared to fire again, the zabrak rushed forward and dove. He rolled as he landed, smoothly ducking the second scarlet bolt, and surged back to his feet as he completed the rotation. But the being who stood up wasn't quite Serrian Koth. Black rage consumed him, fear and anger roiling through his mind as he'd never experienced before. Abandoning his training and techniques for a moment, he slammed the gran's forearm with a blow so hard the bone cracked and the blaster fell from suddenly limp fingers. Before his enemy could react, Reprimar shot his other hand out and grabbed the alien by the neck. He lifted and squeezed, raising the small-statured gran off the floor. He held him there for a moment, then saw Rand's still form on the floor where the human now lay unmoving. He looked back at the gran. Then slowly, coldly, the young zabrak raised the durasteel blade he'd taken off the rodian and placed the point at the gran's solar plexus, angling it upward. Then he shoved it in, hard and deep. Somehow the blade sunk in far deeper than it should, the small guard unable to stop its advance. When he withdrew his hand, only an inch and a half of the grip protruded from the gran's chest.

Dropping the quickly dying gran to the floor, Reprimar looked at him without emotion. Then he turned his back on the first being he'd ever killed and went to help his shipmates subdue the rest of the pirates. In the end, all the Vast Empire Navy sailors survived, though Rand Paleos spent three days in bacta. The only fatality was the gran. The rest of the pilots went to jail and, by tacit agreement, none of the Cerulean's crew gave even the slightest indication that he hadn't fallen on the blade by accident as the security officers presumed- for how else could it have gone so deep? They left Serrian alone with his deed. And when the ship set out again on its next run, he resumed his duties as per usual. But as soon as he got off duty the zabrak made his way to his bunk and lay down. Closing his eyes, he relived the fight again and again, trying both to forget and to understand. How had he done that? He knew of no such technique, nor had he had the leverage to shove the weapon that far into his enemy's body. When he was honest, he had to admit he wasn't even sure how he'd done it at all. The fog of his anger and fear had been too great for recalling. But beyond that, the fact that he'd killed -and killed in such a careless manner- haunted the young man. Just who was he becoming, and was the someone a person the old Serrian would have liked or understood? He couldn't answer that question. What he did know was that, until he understood himself once again, he would not use his skills like that again. They weren't to be abused. No, until then he'd just work on his piloting and slicing skills.

Changes

After that second run the Cerulean was one of the many ships ordered to meet for the Annual Naval Review at Cappadocious Station. They arrived along with a wide variety of other craft, docked atop the station, and set about waiting while the Captain attended the various functions. Then came the news that the Captain whom he'd served under for only a month or two was among those murdered at the Annual Naval Review. Pradger's replacement, a former fighter pilot by the name of Dracule Mihawk, was a dark skinned Mon Calamari. Despite their close ages, the new Captain quickly made an impression on the zabrak as someone who wasn't to be trifled with. The pilot's bearing and gait told of grim experience on the field of battle and, if Serrian was any judge of the man's walk, a lot of that battle had taken place outside of the cockpit too. He moved like a fighter.

Scrambing to vacate the area in the wake of the attacks, the Cerulean made its way to Mangol in the Rheagent System for repairs and refits. They were given Leave by the new Captain, but Serr chose to stay in his bunk rather than enjoy the time. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He was surprised, then, to be called to the bridge ten hours later. Once there he was informed that he, along with two others, was being transferred from the ship. After failing to get any more information from the still-grim Captain, he returned to his quarters and packed his uniforms and belongings. At this point he really owned nothing else, so it was an easy task.

Half an hour later he departed the ship as the Captain welcomed the new crewmembers. The young zabrak followed the two Medical Officers toward the personnel transport awaiting them, lugging his stuff over one shoulder. Before he could get in, though, a hand landed on his shoulder. Turning, he beheld a human man wearing dark attire. The man handed him a datapad without a word. He activated it and read the message it held:

Crewman Trainee Serrian Koth, you are hereby detailed for a special assignment to be undertaken at the highest levels of secrecy. Your guide will deliver you to your destination directly from the spacedock. Do not request any information about your assignment- it will not be given until you reach your destination. If you at any time stray from the instructions given you, the punishment will be most severe. I wish you luck.

Rear Admiral Krazanr
Naval Commander in Chief
m/SSD Atrus

The clearance codes all checked out to Serrian's knowledge, so he looked up at the man and nodded. The man gestured silently toward a black personal speeder sitting nearby and Serr followed him into it, curiosity and not a little fear making the walk seem like a dream. Where was he going? What would he do there? Why was he, a newly graduated Trainee, chosen for such a duty? Questions were still floating through his mind as he sat down in the speeder's back seat and pulled the door shut. The speeder began to accelerate, moving away rapidly in complete silence. Behind them the personnel speeder took off, leaving the spacedock's departure area empty of life.

Possessions

Having just recently left the Academy, Serrian doesn't really have any personal belongings yet.

Service Record

Positions
Position	Start	Until	Reason
Trainee	Creation	02/06/2011	Created as an NPC character.
Unknown	02/06/2011	Current	Revised as a player-character. Purpose unknown.

Ranks
Insignia	Rank	Start	Until	Reason for Promotion
	Crewman	Creation	02/06/2011	Created as an NPC character.
N/A	Unknown	02/06/2011	Current	Reassigned.