AN: So I love the game SWTOR but I decided to take a break until more of the updates come through. In the meantime, I’m going to be working on this fanfiction which relates to the RP me and Jamie Canyon have for SWTOR. There are some characters from the game but several of them are our original designs.
I’ll include my top characters here now for reference; Ruci and Dresden are the only ones of mine that are going to be appearing in this chapter. Paxter won’t be here until later.
Name: Ruci Solaria
Class: Currently Unknown – Smuggler – ?
Hair: Deep Red, slanted bob with various short braids
Eyes: Kelly Green
Description: Fair-skinned with freckles on her cheeks, thin demeanor and usually dresses in ponchos and more fashionable attire.
Weapon (s): Blaster Gun and Rifle; both given to her by Dresden O’Brien
Bio: A young girl who was brought up by a family of merchants; she has been kept from fighting more of her life. To be honest, Ruci preferred that; she had little interest in the world beyond the capitol until she came across a Smuggler by the name of Dresden O’Brien. At first, she disliked the man; he was a gruff being with little care for the world he entered to turn in his latest catch to the capitol. However, once Ruci stumbles into danger, he finds he springs into action and saves her from danger. She became intrigued with his fighting style and decided to sneak aboard his ship; soon being founded by his droid and his pets. The girl is at first very apathetic about things outside of her home but she gathers up interest in the stars and the planets beyond her home planet. She becomes Dresden’s apprentice as he travels forth and follows him on his missions; on the one condition that she gathers her family’s permission. At first, the family is hesitant and demands she returns home; however, when they return to Coruscant and see her daughter standing up for the Republic and the trooper ally Pax, they become supportive of her. Her personality is hard to read in the beginning but once she is introduced to the smuggling man and those that surround him, she opens up and shows herself to be quite the busy bee. She gets into trouble a lot because she lets her curiosity gets the best of her.
Name: Dresden O’Brien
Planet: originally from Tatoonie
Ship: Corellian XS Stock Light Freighter
Class: Smuggler – Gunslinger
Hair: Dusty Blond; grown past ears and scruffy. He usually ties it back and wears a hat.
Eyes: Clear Blue Eyes
Description: He usually wears traditional smugglers gear, similar to Nico Okarr. He likes to appear western and has an accent to accommodate such; he likes to hide various weapons under his coat. He’s rather tall and muscular; he also has scarring on his face and chest which shows he’s handled a lot of bounties in his day.
Weapon (s): Twin blasters; carries around various weapons on his person
Bio: A man born on Tatoonie, he went along with the smuggler’s lifestyle as he grew up; he’s now currently one of the top-ranked smugglers several galaxies. He usually kept neutral until he found his alliances were more aligned with the Republic side; having personal reasons for not accepting pointless killings and unwarranted black-market dealings. When he comes across Ruci in Coruscant, he doesn’t think much of her until he finds she was put in danger from interacting with him. He eventually saves her from harm and he finds that she took an interest in his field when she snuck aboard his ship. He relents after arguing with her; deciding to take her along as his apprentice as long as she gathers permission from her family. He’s had a rough life for the most part and tends to keep his past to himself; however, he does house several pets as well as his droid C2-N2. He occasionally has run-ins with a woman gunslinger named Andretti Ormatiea whom seems to ruffle his feathers a bit.
Name: Paxter “Pax” Seugor
Planet: Nar Shaada; now located in Ord Mantell
Class: Trooper – Commando
Hair: Dusty brown, weaved into a mohawk.
Eyes: Purplish-Gray, left eye has metallic plates around it
Description: Cyber-genetic plates can be seen throughout his body, including his gloved hand and left arm which is completely robotic. His skin is tanned and he’s fairly muscular. He usually wears casual wear yet has been seen from time-to-time in his troopers armor.
Weapon (s): A cannon is always on his person
Bio: A man who was once human, he was turned cyborg after his battle wounds as a young soldier grew fatal. Though he is very mature in battle, Pax can be pretty much a jokester and a playboy off the battlefield. He is stationed in Ord Mantell when he is reunited with a family friend by the name of Dresden O’Brien; the cyborg soon joining him after involving himself in his missions and aiding in protecting the new apprentice. When he does join up, his command becomes suspicious of his activities and demands his return to base; Dresden and Ruci accompanying him back to Coruscant and expressing their allegiance to the Republic despite their shady business as Smugglers. He has a soft spot for Ruci; though he doesn’t seem to acknowledge it until later on in their adventures.
The next two bios are characters of Jamie’s; I wanted to introduce them as well since they’ll be making their appearances here soon!
Name: Osanna Idagaskash (Idah-Gah-Skawsh)
Class: Jedi Knight
Hair: Dirty blonde, usually styled up in a tight bun.
Eyes: Hazelnut brown.
Description: Tan skin, light freckles, facial tattoos that reflect her personality, and a crown of small horns.
Weapon(s): Two light-sabers, one yellow the other green.
Bio: Since her seventeenth birthday, Osanna’s master, Ladak’Oel, has given her more missions to do on her own so that she may earn trust within the counsil. Though she is a Jedi Knight, she is obligated to follow her master’s every order. Her very first mission on her own has proven to take longer than expected, as she tries to find out more about a suspicious Smuggler named Dresden O’Brien. She is accompanied by her pal T7-01 who was given to her by her master when she was young.
Name: Saal Jeffer
Class: Bounty Hunter
Hair: Short black hair, spiked.
Eyes: Silvery gray eyes.
Description: Olive skin. Scar along his neck down his chest, left side.
Weapon(s): Prefers just one blaster but doesn’t mind two and a couple gizmos that come with his Bounty Hunter uniform.
Bio: Rex grew up in a messed up large family that he left at age nine. Traveler of many worlds, Rex found his way of flying solo as a Smuggler till the age of eighteen. Once the pay started to die down, he met with a couple old time buddies and decided he would get caught up with the bounty hunting business.
Though I’m starting on chapter one, there will be a prologue in development here soon. I’m going to use the prologue as a little introduction to why Dresden ended up aiming for Coruscant. It was hinted a lot in our RP before it actually came to light but I’m sure it’ll be a greater understanding as to why he is as he is and why he’s being hunted as well.
The story is still pretty rough since I’m writing it from mine and Jamie Canyon’s RP; I’ll eventually work on the flow and everything but for now I’m just making sure I get something down on paper.
So without further adieu, here’s the fic. Please remember there are no flames allowed; constructive criticism is welcome!
The Coruscant Marketplace rested beneath the capital building, bustling with life of a variety of species. Shop owners beckoned others towards their booths to gander at the merchandise, delivering their best sales pitch in hopes to make a big sell. And amongst them all was a shop in the corner by the banks, a tall gentleman knelt down and began to unload his latest finds in weapons technology; setting them up on his table with a smirk before glancing over his shoulder.
The thin figure of a girl was propped up against the wall as she sat on the floor, scanning over the latest news feeds with her portal device in hand. Her Kelly green orbs scanned the words carefully, clearly not paying any mind to the man standing mere feet from her position.
The man’s name was Portis Solaria; an ex-soldier for the Republic who managed to retire his position to live a life as a merchant in the capital with his family. He was a strong man who was an expert in weaponry, a skill set that brought home a lot of credits when he was having a good sell day. In tow was his daughter Ruci, though the girl usually kept to herself while on the job.
“I thought you were coming to help me Ruci,” the man said with a chuckle, clearly not upset yet still meaning to poke fun at his daughter. The girl glanced up and blew her red locks from her eyes, smiling at her father for a moment before nodding.
“Sorry; I was reading the reports from the spaceport is all,” Ruci explained with a nod before slipping her portal under her coat, getting to her feet and preparing to be ordered. “There are a lot of ships in dock right now; you should see a lot of customers rolling in. I believe I even saw a Republic vessel; you might get to do business with some soldiers.”
A large grin formed on Portis’ lips as he patted the girl’s shoulder, proud of her growing knowledge and skill as a future merchant. “You’re certainly the smart one, my dear; your mom’s going to be proud as well,” Portis said, Ruci smiling proudly at his response.
“I try my best,” Ruci said before slipping into her chair and watching her father unload the rest of the equipment. Her smile remained on her lips; however, she eyed the equipment with annoyance. She wasn’t much a fan of the items her father sold; they were weapons meant to kill and be carted around in travels beyond the capital. Such ideals were trivial in Ruci’s mind; she had no plans to ever leave her home world Coruscant nor venture into the unmentionable areas beyond the Galactic Market. For one, those dismal dumps down below smelled something awful; and second they were overrun with gang activity, malfunctioning droids, rakghouls and the occasional imperialist. Why risk a life you were given stepping beyond the borders your life was so clearly given?
Violence, despair and loneliness awaited the lands beyond the taxi pad and spaceport of the capital; Ruci wasn’t the type to hunt for adventure nor did she have any interest in conversing with those who did. All Ruci wanted to do was help her father with making money so that their family would be ok.
Portis was the main reason Ruci’s ideals were as they were for he had produced quite a few horror stories for what lied beyond the capital, knowing full well that it would leave such an impact on his daughter as to make her never leave his side. The man was a soldier in a war and he knew that peace was a long ways away if even truly real for the multitudes of worlds out there and he knew the safest place for his daughter would be in Coruscant’s capital. As long as he kept those same ideals in her brain and kept her from messing with the riffraff of the various galaxies, she’d remain safe and sound by his side.
The flood of buyers came soon as they stampeded the shop, Portis aiding each one with his businesslike grin and choice words to sell his merchandise to them. Ruci would tend to the fetch of various equipment from the chests as well as explain the little tidbits she did know from the weapons; however, other than that, she was just a smiling face that eased the customers’ worries as they waited to be seen. Her job was easy when one thought about it; it didn’t mean the girl didn’t get bored from time to time.
The business died down over a couple hours and Ruci’s legs swung around the rung of her stool, her hums lifting up as her father tended to the polishing of his weapons. Kelly green eyes focused around at the various other shops in the marketplace and Ruci couldn’t help but feel the items calling for her to come hither. “Mind if I go check out the neighboring shops? I wanted to see if there’s any artifacts on display for my collection,” Ruci asked with a hopeful grin to her father, Portis nodding along as he continued to polish.
“You and those artifacts; sure, just make sure you don’t spend too much money,” Portis mused, winking towards his daughter though continuing his actions. “Don’t cause any trouble for the other shopkeepers either.”
“I won’t; I promise,” Ruci answered and leapt to her feet, skipping off to check out the latest wares of her fellow merchants. Though the girl wasn’t much of a fighter or one interested in the war beyond her borders; there was just something about those artifacts from the depths of various worlds outlining her own galaxy that intrigued her. They could have been tinier than a fingernail and yet full of a vast history or even have a life of its own. “Maybe I can find something else to add to my collection today; I read there were supposed to be some high-class collectors merchants here today.”
Ruci had no idea what would occur in the market that fateful afternoon; nor did she realize that she would become acquainted with a blooming group of variety. All she knew was that something was beckoning her towards the far end of the marketplace; little did she know it would hold her very destiny.
At the other side of the market, melodious tunes echoed from the Dealer’s Den Cantina; smugglers and bounty hunters the majority of the patrons chugging down some brandy and whiskey with ease. A lowly waitress lifted her eyes to greet an incoming customer, continuing to wipe the bar as a man approached. He was dressed from head to toe in a trenchcoat, belts, and loose threads; evident in his being a smuggler of some sort. The tall man tipped his hat as he took a stool at the bar, gesturing for a drink from the woman. The waitress quickly came to him and gathered his order, rushing away as a droid came clanking to the man’s side.
“Sir, you ventured off without me again?” The C2-N2 unit hummed as he halted beside his master, the smuggler lifting his glare towards the hunk of metal. “What would have happened if you needed medical assistance?”
The smuggler’s name was Dresden O’Brien; a well-known gunslinger known for his speed and power. A true master of his art, the man was quite smug when it came to his work; he was also known to rush off which made his loyal droid panic until his bolts came loose. “I’d probably live in the end for being as amazing as I am,” Dresden mused with a smirk, waving away his droid’s worries as if they were nothing.
Unlucky for him, the droid had been at this dance before and simply huffed at his master’s reply before lifting up his scanner to check his vitals, the smuggler forming a low chuckle in his throat before accepting the shotglass of whiskey the waitress slid his way.
“Sir, you know you shouldn’t be venturing out on your own like this; what if you got yourself hurt and I wasn’t there to take care of you,” C2-N2 continued his rant as he made sure every inch of his master was checked. “I heard this planet has a bounty out for you! I bet bounty hunters are in here right now eyeing you down for weakspots and what not.”
“And what makes you think shouting that I have a bounty on my head in a cantina full of bounty hunters is a good idea?” Dresden interrupted as he took a swig of his drink before tapping the smooth metal of the bar for another shot. “It’s not really a bounty…if the enemy is the one placing the order. The Republic Soldiers don’t really have a problem with me. It’s the ones that seem to be corrupt in that governing madhouse that have an issue with me. Apparently they don’t agree with my methods…”
The droid seemed to sigh at the man’s words, “must you make enemies so easily in these areas? One of these days I’m going to be without a master-.”
“You worry too much; just shut up and let me drink!” Dresden snapped before accepting the glass again and chugging it down with ease, tapping the table for another. “Let’s just keep our minds on why we’re here in Coruscant in the first place, C2. I’m here for a job; I can’t just turn tail and leave. If I did that, I’d be nothing but a coward in the eyes of those who know I’m here. Besides, let’s think about the big picture here; this job is easy compared to those others we’ve done lately.”
“But Master Dresden-,” C2-N2 began.
“Don’t make me take you apart…” Dresden retorted as he took another shot.
The droid snapped to attention before filing in next to his master. “I’ll shut up sir,” said C2, almost panicked.
From the other side of the Cantina, another figure was slumped against the wall; his eyes resting on Dresden’s form as the waitress served him another drink. The boy pulled his scarf high above his lips as he watched his latest bounty, pondering which way he would try to take the smuggler alive.
The bounty hunter, known as Rex to those who bothered to ask, had been in pursuit of Dresden since he heard word of the bounty on Hutta. A smuggler who had managed to anger some high-class members of government; they must have been in deep trouble if they sought out a hunter’s help to silence the man. It wasn’t like Rex cared however; all he cared about was getting his job done so he could get paid and move on.
The hunter continued to lean there for a moment before nodding towards C2. “The droid…” His words came out in a low mumble as Rex flared his eyes and moved off the wall.
It didn’t take long for Dresden to catch those prying eyes latched on his back, the smuggler quickly downing another drink before getting to his feet. He dipped a scarred hand into his coat pocket and pulled out some money, slamming it down on the bar before grabbing his droid and escaping into the market. C2 stumbled behind his master in surprise, confused at what was going on; however, Dresden simply shook his head as he aimed for the steps towards the spaceport.
“I’m getting you to the ship, C2; I can handle this mission on my own,” Dresden reassured the droid, not willing to share with him about their pursuer.
The hunter frowned and growled as he quickened his steps, following after the smuggler outside the cantina. The pursuit was on as Dresden quickened his steps along with the hunter, hoping to gain some distance between them when he’d make it to the steps. However, he soon found himself colliding with a small form without a thought; the man catching his stance as he glared down at the bumbling redhead in his way. The poor girl flopped onto the floor in a heap, unsure of what happened as she glanced around.
“Ow,” Ruci whimpered as she scrunched up her nose, slight pain forming in her legs and bottom.
“Oh no, are you all right miss?” C2-N2 asked as he took the opportunity to peel his arm from his master, the droid moving over to check up on the redhead. Dresden however kept a steady glare on her form, clearly annoyed with the pause in his escape.
Ruci lifted her eyes to the man and his droid, feeling slightly scared at his glare. “I-I’m ok,” Ruci stuttered, barely noticing the bounty hunter coming towards them. His presence didn’t seem important however; all that mattered at that moment was that smuggler and his burning eyes.
Rex noticed the smuggler stopping and couldn’t help but smirk, inching closer to the target without worry. However, as he got within reach he noticed the girl sprawled out before Dresden and came to a halt. Though he was in a hurry to cash in his bounty, he wanted to grab his prey without risk of hurting any children in the way.
“Get out of the middle of the walkway then idiot,” Dresden hissed at the girl before stepping over her, Ruci’s cheeks burning red with embarrassment as she watched the droid panic before following along guiltily after his master.
“S-Sorry-,” Ruci muttered under her breath before another form knocked her over, the girl nearly out of breath by all the excitement and abuse she had received in the last few minutes.
The crowds picked up within the marketplace, leaving Rex to shove his way through; ignoring the girl and clearly knocking her over as he passed her by. He had his gun tight in hand under his coat as he moved, trying to keep his prey in sight. “I can’t let this chance get away,” Rex mumbled to himself. “I’ve got you Dresden, might as well accept it and give up.”
Lucky for the smuggler, he was skilled in the art of losing tails; him and his droid managing to make it to his hanger with little difficulty. The duo stepped towards the ship, C2 finally speaking up for answers. “Sir, shouldn’t you be glancing around the market for that Jedi artifact?” C2 asked before gesturing his confusion. “Also, you were in a hurry in the market; you even refused to help that young miss you nearly trampled. What’s wrong sir?”
“It’s none of your concern right now; I just want you back on the ship to make preparations to leave,” Dresden answered as he ushered his droid onto the ship before stepping back towards the elevator to head back towards the marketplace. “Stay on the ship unless I message you otherwise. I’ll be back with the artifact soon.”
And with that, Dresden disappeared back towards the main floor of the spaceport.
A cloaked figure walked through the bustling crowd of the marketplace, her eyes scanning the stands carefully as she moved. The young Jedi, named Osanna, searched for the artifact her master had told her to retrieve; all clues leading her to the shops of the capital. Her droid, T7-01, came rolling to her side, beeping away as he talked to her in his own language.
“I’m almost done T7,” Osanna whispered as she continued her search, the droid continuing his speech as she rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and help look if you’re bored? I don’t have time to coddle you; I need to find this artifact before someone else grabs it.”
The droid hummed, clearly saddened by the lack of attention from his master; however, he followed at her heels as she moved to the next stand.
Ruci had noticed the Jedi and her droid searching the tables but made no effort to examine them close; she had no idea how to properly speak with those of the Jedi order, nor was she interested in stepping out of her own world. Ruci just wanted to stay focused on her hunt.
“Let’s see,” Ruci mumbled to herself as she stopped next to a formidable shop, nearly letting out a gasp as she eyed an aged hilt of a saber; though it was old and currently unable to function, it could be repaired. “Oh!” She reached out and lifted the light-weight artifact in her palm, brushing her fingers along the jedi markings with ease. “I can’t just let this go.”
The Jedi’s ears grabbed onto Ruci’s gasp and quickly shifted her gaze towards the object in the redhead’s hands, Osanna nearly losing her breath as she realized what she held. Osanna jumped and tip-toed her way to Ruci’s side, preparing her next action as she held out a hand towards the girl.
“Um excuse me,” Osanna piped in, Ruci nearly jumping out of her skin at the Jedi’s breath forming on her neck. The redhead glanced over at the Jedi in shock, waiting for her next words before figuring out what to do. “That item you have there; can I see it please?”
Ruci began to shrink at her address, “um, I-I would but I was actually going to buy this. Sorry-.”
“Buy it? But wait-!” Osanna began, taking hold of Ruci’s wrist in a panic. “I can’t let you buy that artifact; I need it!”
“Y-You need-?” Ruci began to ask but was soon interrupted by someone grabbing the item from behind and snatching it from her hands; leaving her stunned and unsure of what to do. All Ruci wanted was an artifact to add to her collection; it seemed that task wasn’t as easy as she thought it’d be.
*~End Chapter One~*