151 (edited by Sol Gonsar Friday, March 9, 2007 5:30 pm)

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CHARACTER SHEET / PROFILE

Name: Sol Gonsar
Age : 23
Species: Human
Home/Planet: Concord-Dawn
Physical Description: 4'7" 137lb. Short and thin, but very densely built. Black hair that hangs down through his helmet as a thin ponytail
Any other relevant info (Weapons, ships, armor, whatever...): Sol himself carries a five year old IR-5 blaster rifle and an old, but reliable, vibroaxe, though most of the weapons he actually sells are brand new. His ship, The Sleeping Krayt, is an old Z-95 Headhunter that has recently seen several decent upgrades, courtesy of his new job. He still wears his families red suit of Mandalorian armor, but as a bounty hunter he managed to lose both the jetpack and several sizable chunks of Mandalorian iron from the backplate.  The other peices of his outfit aren't in much better condition, earning him the nickname "The Shabby Mandalorian" from most he does buisness with.

Background: Sol left his home planet at 16 to become a Bounty Hunter,deciding that it would be more profitable than a farmer and part-time warrior, and consequently struggled at the bottom of the hunting ladder, getting stuck with the cheap messy jobs and un-paying employers. All of his equipment, except his Vibro-Axe has been passed down through three generations of Gonsar's, and is therefore prone to overheating and breaking down in the middle of a hunt. Gonsar still has a Concord-Dawn accent, although it is a little diffused due to the years he has spent away from Mandalorian space. He has recently aquired a new job as a representative to several companies, MandalMotors, Blast-Tech, and SoroSuub being the most notable, selling weapons, ships, and many other peices of equipment, to their many shadier customers. He has currently set up shop on The Katarn, carrying a sizable stock with him, and an order sheet for those items that you cant just carry around.

((OOC: I might not be able to post til tuesday, as I'm leaving tommorow for NY.))

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((OOC: I might not be able to post until thursday evening, as I am leaving tommorow for Tennessee.))

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Earon didn't falter beneath Nora's icy stare, she drew in a breath, tasting the refiltered oxygen of the ship. Her fingers absently tracing the weilding lines of her helmet. She started, trying to make her voice sound as strong as she tried to potray herself.
    "Pull up the map," Earon said, didn't ask. Nora didn't move, Earon tried to elaborate. "Most maps are outdated as of last month. A new holding area has been added on to the westwing, and that trinket of a helmet Mandalore Fett wants has been moved there. Now, in one standard week the local lords/ladies are holding a shebang for the coming of age of their monarch. Catchin' my drift?"
    "They're going to be short-handed that night. It'll be easy to get in from there; either we can split up and one group create a diversion at the party and the other can get in and get out. Or, we can take the place be force, Mandalore's Ghost knows you people brought enough muscule to get a rancor feed for a week. If you decide to go with plan "A"; I get get the diversion into the party. Or, I can get us hired to guard their junk for the night."
   Earon Sho'senaar never thought that she could feel so confident in her abilities and so scared at the same time. Use the fear, don't let it use you, her Dad's mantra flitted through her mind. Earon breathed deeply again and held the woman's I'm-not-going-to-look-away-first stare.

They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.

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Nora’s cool expression still held fast.  “That was a very informative speech...” she stated.  The girl had indeed volunteered a tremendous amount of knowledge that the team would find useful in their mission.  However, if she had held out a bit, then perhaps she could have done a bit of bargaining.  Such facts would normally be worth something...

“I’m fairly skilled at crashing parties by my own device,” the huntress continued, “And getting hired for a one night security stint won’t be hard since they will be understaffed in the first place, as you were so kind to inform me.”  Nora tapped her gloved fingers on the armrest of the pilot’s seat for a moment, “And since Fett himself provided me with the maps and stats on the location, I can assure you they are not outdated.” 

Saviin shifter her weight to an opposite foot, impatient to test out the ship’s new airlock controls.

Nora leaned back in her seat and blinked, “I’m not one for staring matches....it makes my eyes go dry.  So give me a reason not to turn you over to Saviin, for it would seem that you have already spent your usefulness...”

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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"Kind of cliche to throw a being out an airlock."
Dres wanted to imagine he couldn't hear the conversation. His player had frozen for the moment. A fate's chance, maybe if it hadn't he could have ignored it. But you can't fix that. And of course, since he could hear it, the sand could understand it. A waste pocket shuddered a split second.
"Anbu, you're babbling." Warren
"I don't even feel like argueing."
Dres popped the battery out, slapping it back in. Getting back to his song.The crew might've heard him. Interesting prospect. In all hopes the sands would forgive him for not stopping them should they actually try to throw her out. But a cry for help would just ruin that...Dres sighed. Faith could be tiring. Such a thing to force him to stand up, click the com button. Ready a credit cube.
"A quick minute with a crew member would be nice. Understandable if you can't but this could be serious."
Anbu had to stop the doc from getting out his fake blood. Seemed someone else's religion had finally saved another being.

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Evaar appeared in the hatchway to the forward cargo hold where Anbu and his party were stowed.  “Don’t worry, the airlock has a double hatch system,” the young Mando assured them with shocking practicality, “She’ll go into a holding space before Saviin sends her out...” 

The green eyed girl smiled pleasantly at the group, “If Nora finds a reason to keep the woman, Saviin will have to wait...  But either way you shouldn’t concern yourselves....”

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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"Actually...that doesn't mean I'm not going to bother you in the matter."
Dres threw the credit cube. One thousand should be enough persuasion. He'd be paying for her trip. Keep the low wavelengths in this place to a minimum. Just because the humanoids didn't understand a Siannic's position.
"You can throw her into the cargo hold. Keep her on the bridge. But don't open the airlock...or we'll all die."

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Evaar caught the credit cube in one hand, and snorted at the Siannic, "Its been done before...nobody died but the one going out..."  She turned to go, "Besides, I didn't say the decision was final.  If Nora finds a use for her, she'll keep her around.  If not, then the woman goes bye bye..."  With that the hatchway snapped shut and Evaar was gone...

(( I never intended to actually toss her out the airlock, not gonna kill off her character.  We need to get our butts to the Katarn, now there are three players waiting to start once we arrive.  smile  ))

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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Earon had been trained to keep emotion off her face; her expression always placid. But a sense of dread coiled in her gut like a leaden snake. Oh, gods, help. Come on, Sho'senaar, didn't grow up on Gargon as a slick talker for nothing. Her lips parted to breathe the breathe of life, but none would come.
   Stubborn to a fault, Earon had yet to allow her gaze to falter. If I'm goin' to die, at least I'll go with dignity. She let her mental shrug become physical.
    "Well, Nora. Guess I died helpin' a cause of Mandalore. Couldn't ask to die anywhere else but the sea. Here, amoung the souls of our ancestors," a smile touched her lips.
    Earon crossed the room to the veiwport; clasping her arms behind her back. "Well, I guess this is kind of the sea." There was a long pause before Earon turned back to the chargin of her fate. She had never felt so calm in her entire life. The snake in her stomach hadn't lifted, but an eiree sixth sense had injected ice water into her veins. "Thankyou, Nora," she sighed softly.

They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.

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Credits were credits, not like he couldn't steal them back. Dres went back to his place.
(I know, but there's a purpose for everything. Continue on, I'm done till we hit planetside.)

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“Sentiments do not move me,” Nora replied in an almost mechanical tone, “Nor does gratitude...”  The huntress made a gesture to Saviin, “Put her in a holding cell....I’ll decide what to do with her once we reach the Katarn....”

Saviin gave a curt nod and ushered the woman away down the corridor and into the rear of the ship.  She directed the armored stranger towards a holding cell where a scanning beam gave her a once over, registering the data into the ship’s main computer.  “Don’t bother trying your weapons in here,” Saviin warned as she gave the woman a push into the cell, “There are several dampening shields in place.  If you fire your weapon the blast will only ricochet about unit it strikes you...”  Saviin pulled her helm from her head and gave her long lavender locks a shake, “Nothing personal....just business...” she reminded the younger woman, “Roan must have some use for you....otherwise you’d be sucking space by now....”  The cell door sealed with a hiss and the shields hummed to life...

((OOC:  Lets just move this on to the point at which they arrive at the Katarn.  Unless Atinvod wishes to add something.  smile  Atinvod – PM me and we’ll figure out what to do once we reach the Katarn.  ))

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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With the shuttle on board the Katarn and all post-flight power-down checks completed, Kyr'am left the cockpit to the boarding ramp, where Canderous already stood, ready for anything.  With a nod to the droid, he activated the ramp which descended with a hiss and began walking down.  At the ramp awaited 3 figures.


Name: Orienda Kharr
Species: twi'lek(female)
Age: 26
Appearance: Yellow/orange skin, wears blue lipstick and eyeshadow
Weapon: blaster pistols and vibroknife
Background: As captain of the Katarn for the past 3 years, she is responsible for the overall welfare of its crew and passengers.  Renowned for her hatred of slavery in all its forms as well as those who support it, she frequently spaces any slavers or members of any organizations that participate in slavery (the Hutts, Black Sun, Zann Consortium, etc, etc.)  A former slave, she was a prisoner aboard the Katarn when the slaves rebelled and took the ship.  The crew elected her captain, a position she has held ever since.

Name: Vanga
Species: Barabel(female)
Age:35
Appearance: leather armor, red skin, yellow eyes, missing right pinky finger
Weapons: vibroblades, vibroknives, E-11 Blaster rifle, twin blaster pistols, concussion grenades, vibrocutlass
Background: Not an original Katarn crewmember, she was hired on by Orienda to head up the Katarn's boarding parties.  Ruthless and effiecient, she is contrastingly good-natured and friendly when not on the attack.  She also shares a special kinship with her second, Red Z.

Name: Rella Ordo
Age: 34
Species: Human(Mandalorian female)
Appearance: 5'10", blue eyes, short white hair, black armor with blue flame trim
Weapons: Stoukker concussion rifle, E-11 blaster rifle, blaster pistol, vibroblade
Background: Kyr'am's wife, she prefers to operate from the Katarn as a mobile base, also citing that a spaceborne assault ship is much more defensible than a parked ARC-170.

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Uriel left hyperspace and powered down his fighter. His power cells were running dangerously close to empty, even with the modified secondary tanks.
"Fierfek." Uriel said to himself tapping the energy reading display in front of him with his finger. "R9 reroute secondary power cells to the engines, we'll save the main drives in case we need em."
R9 beeped and whirred in response.
Now sitting motionless in the hard vaccum, Uriel was at a loss as of what to do next. The Trandoshian deal had turned sour, and he was light years from his home system. He didn't want to go back empty handed. Mattias would give him the "I told you so" speech for sure.
"Lets see what we got here." Uriel said booting his Nav computer. "Need something close by, but somewhat inhabited.."
His computer blipped in response as a planet, a mere 300 light kilometers away came up on the screen. The name was unknown, then again he didn't usually travel out this far.
"Hmm." Uriel removed his helmet and ran a hand through his hair as more diagnostics of the planet scrolled up the screen. "Nitrogen based atmosphere, breathable, majority of human inhabitants." he stopped the screen as the name "Mandalorian" flashed past.
"Wait a second." he said leaning against his restraint harness. "Mandos huh?" Uriel looked over his shoulder into the cargo bay at the crates of weapons. "Sounds like an investment to me. R9, plot a new course for that planet, and get me an approach vector."
R9 bleeped once again and the Fury's engines boosted to life towards the planet.

"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe"

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Dres pocketed the credit cube once more. His secret of course. Not about to waste one thousand, he'd given it for a purpose. Guess that deal hadn't been in favor. Too bad for them. Some extra spending allowance was alright as well. Laughable young that they were, it would go unmissing for a little while.
Snickering he capped a vial, placing it back in its pocket.

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165 (edited by -Fettish- Tuesday, March 13, 2007 7:16 pm)

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OOC:  I hate to bring it up yet again - and this is a reminder for everyone in general - please do not act for my (or anyone else's) characters.  Saviin would not have let a prisoner out to stretch his/her legs.  And Evaar would not linger around and ask a million questions, nor would she take a friendly interest in someone designated as a prisoner for the time being.  And its up to me to decide whether Evaar might have a worried look in her eyes or not. 

I know I moved Earon into a cell, but i did not speak, think, or otherwise act for her. 

This is a traditional RPG, not a "round robin" type game where everyone can share in the characters' habits, comments, and general actions.  Apparently this is not the norm of play here.  But I have been role playing for about 6 yrs now and in any game I've ever been in - about 90% of them - everyone controlled their own characters and didn't think or speak for others.   I know there are other ways of RPing, but I prefer the way in which you control only your own characters, as you would control yourself in real life.  In real life, you have no idea what someone else is thinking, feeling, etc.  That's the way my characters should be regarded. 

For example:  I'd never have Evaar hang around a prisoner and ask a million questions like a kid.  Thats just not her.  I'm sure if I had Earon cry because she was in the cell, or had Dress pace the floor a bundle of nerves, neither player would be amused. 

I have stated previously that this is a traditional RPG.  I'm sorry if its not what some members are accustomed to.  If you find it frustrating, perhaps you should consider joining another story on the boards.

Also, we are not on planet yet.  We are heading to the Katarn, a ship upon which we will rendevous with a group that will further assist us in reaching our goal on Brozyna.  There are three people who have been waiting for us to get to the Katarn so they can start their characters.  Please read the posts carefully so you know where we are going and what is happening. 

So please remember:

Please play your own characters.
Please post clearly so others can understand what your characters are saying/doing.
Please read the posts carefully so you know where we are and what is happening. 

I'm sorry if this all sounds like an angry rant, but I have to admit that it is becoming extremely frustrating.  Keep in mind that none of this is aimed at anyone in particular, it's just a general reminder for all involved in the game.  Also, please refer to the beginning page where this matter is mentioned in the game rules.

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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(Thank goodness for the edit button nespa.)

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(( I'm already embarassed about my testy rant above.  hmm  But I'm going to let it stand...  Had to state things clearly. ))

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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((well i think that should clear things up lol))

Uriel sat reclined in the pilot seat of the Fury as R9 navigated in the general direction of the planet, still very distant.
"And they said keeping the droid was a bad idea." Uriel said to himself as he fumbled in his flight jacket for the pack of Nicstiks. Finding them he stuck the end of one in his mouth. He was just about to light it when R9 blipped a warning.
Uriel groaned and sat up. "What is it now R9? Another debri cloud?" Suddenly a ship contact appeared on his Data screen.
"Oh I see." Uriel said sitting up straighter. "A ship huh?" Uriel out of habit activated the Fury's cloaking shield. Blending the Matte black hull of his ship into the stars around him seemlessly. "We'll play it safe until we find out who it is. R9 activate the nozzle dampeners would ya? I want this thing to look as cold as the vaccum around us."
R9 bleeped in response as cooling rods folded into place behind the engine nozzles.
"That should make us pretty hard to spot." Uriel said finnaly lighting the nicstik in his mouth and leaning in towards the Data screen. Uriel frowned. "This ain't telling me much, I can't even get a class or power plant reading on that thing. Hmmm, the Katarn." Uriel read the name outloud. "Could be smugglers, maybe pirates. Bring us in a bit closer R9, but make it a SAFE distance."
The droid whirred and the Fury crept closer to the Katarn.

"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe"

169 (edited by virtualbettie Wednesday, March 14, 2007 10:43 pm)

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Katarn came up on the Obdurate Hammer's screens and "Jari'eyc" Jim Goran leaned back in his seat. "Cute" he grunted outloud, as he read down the specs of the big ship. Hell it even made the Hammer look like a shuttle.

He and his ship still tagged along behind the Nineveh, always at what he considered a safe distance. Didn't want to crowd a pack of female warriors, his mama taught him to mind his manners. And his father said it was just plain common sense.

A big hand activated the comm on the old consule. "Ugly Jim here, I take it things have worked out onboard. Haven't seen anyone taking a spacewalk without a suit."  The big man grinned and it twisted his scar into a mockery of the expression as always.

"So what's our next move? Shaakback <piggyback> a ride, or slip through their defenses?" He asked, either way Goran knew he would have to hide the Hammer. She was too big for such things, this kind of thing wasn't her speciality.

"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."-George Orwell

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The door's to the Katarn's bridge slid open smoothly and Orienda strode onto the bridge, followed shortly by Kyr'am and Rella.  A crewmember at a sensor station noticed their entrence and quietly motioned for the captain. 
      "Captain, I've got two contacts on scope.  I had a third, but it disappeared before I could get a lock on it. "  Orienda turned to face Kyr'am "Friends of yours?"
      "Those two, the Nineveh and the Hammer, are the rest of the company coming, but that third one isn't.  Could be somebody tailing us, but I doubt it."
      "Smells like trouble,"  Orienda thought for a second then took a deep breath and exhaled, "All right, contact the Nineveh and the Hammer and grant them permission to land in bay 3, but I want a full security team down there to meet them, and have Vanga meet them personally.  Then go to full alert, all crew to battle stations, I want all fighters powered up and ready to go.  And have our current patrol swing by that third contact and see if they can't find anything.  Kyr'am, Rella, head down to bay 3 and give Vanga a hand."

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Uriel frowned as his ships sensor arrays picked up some strange energy fluxuations coming from the "Katarn"
"They must have picked us up before we went cold R9." Uriel said to the droid. "They'll be going to battlestations I'm sure."
R9 bleeped.
"I saw that too." Uriel replied. "Two ships are attempting to dock."
Just then red warning claxons began blaring. R9 beeped and whirred annoyingly.
"A fighter wing?" Uriel said grabbing the controls. "They're sweeping for us R9. Damnit, we can't avoid a sonar sweep!"
Uriel watched as the fighters slowly passed, sweeping the sector for a trace of the Fury.
"R9 power down the engines. Theres no way we can outrun them without any fuel."
Suddenly a red warning light flashed inside of Uriel's flight helmet.
"Damnit! They've spotted us!" Uriel swore as the ships swung around and boosted towards him.  A com transmission bleeped up on his HUD. "Attention craft. We have a lock on your position, deactivate your defenses at once or we will open fire."
"Fierfek." Uriel sighed and switched off the cloaking shield. The hull of his ship melted into view. "Don't shoot, don't shoot." he said switching off the auto defenses.
"We have him." Uriel heard one of the pilots say.

"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe"

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Orienda heard the exchange over the comm and turned to the communications station. 
     "Patch me through to that ship," Orienda waited until the comm officer signaled she was patched through before speaking again.  "Unidentified fighter, this is the Independent Vessel Katarn.  You must identify yourself and state your purpose here in the next thirty seconds or be destroyed."

"Stupid, frail, non-compartmentalized meatbags!" -HK-47

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Uriel slammed his fist onto the dash of his fighter. "This is Uriel Koslov of the Fury. I'm low on fuel and need to be refueled. Sorry bout the misunderstanding, I wasn't sure if you were friendlies. By the way, do you happen to need any firearms?"

"I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe"

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Nora brought the Nineveh down in docking bay 3 with the Hammer not far behind. 

“Looks like they left the light on for us...” Saviin commented as she eyed the gathering security team outside the Nineveh. 

The huntress was busy powering down her ship, “It never pays to be too cautious....take no offense...” she reminded her cousin.

“Right....” 

“Evaar, see that Anbu and his group disembark swiftly...” Nora instructed her daughter who stood waiting in the hatchway. 

The young brunette gave a nod and strode away to show the passengers off the Nineveh...

“So what shall I do with our young friend in the holding cell?” Saviin inquired.

Nora gave a wry smile, “Tell Goran I have a little project for him...” 

“Vidya would love this...” the tall Mando woman replied with a chuckle as she turned to go fetch Earon from her cell. 

A short while later Nora and her crew were standing at the edge of the Nineveh’s boarding ramp.  Earon had been brought along, at the business end of Saviin’s blaster...

Nora stepped forward, “Greetings,” she stated to the Barabel who was evidently in charge, “Kyr’am Ordo is expecting us...”

Saviin’s violet eyes studied the security team, then scanned the area behind them.  Something....no, someone.....caught her attention.  She zoomed in on the individual via her helm’s HUD.  It was a human female with long curling locks of fiery red hair, standing watch from a distance with blaster rifle in hand.  Although the woman was rather petite in stature, she had and look about her that would make a sane sentient think twice about any funny business.  Saviin’s brows raised behind the visor of her helm, it could only be Red Zee.....

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"

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((Posting Zeta's bio again))

Zeta aka “Red Zee” 
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Home: former slave from Brozyna
Ship : crew member on board the Katarn
Description: 5’5, fair skin, blue eyes, long curly red hair.
Weapons: Modified E-11, Vibro-blades, demolitions, whatever, etc...

Background:
Zeta was born a slave on Broyzna.  Her mother died giving birth to her, and she was raised by the other women in the slave quarters.  Known for her strong constitution and feistiness, Zeta was prized as sturdy stock...and therefore would fetch a high price on the market.  She was one of many slave girls loaded onto the dreaded Katarn, destined for underground slave markets throughout the galaxy.  The stories vary as to what exactly happened next, but the fact remains that the slaves revolted and overtook the Katarn and her crew.  The former slave vessel has since been manned by the slaves themselves.  Zeta remains among its crew and is known for her wicked temper and cold nature.  She can be downright brutal (if not savage) at times, a trait that has earned her the nickname “Red Zee”.  Although she has a soft streak that reveals itself on rare occasions, for the most part Zeta is a hard case rarely won...

"There's only one thing that scares a Mando man......and that's a Mando woman..."  - Karen Traviss, "A Practical Man"