Name: Bjor Kirath
Armor: Jet Black
Primary Weapon(s): Dual Mandalorian Rippers
Secondary Weapon: Mandalorian Assault Rifle
After the destruction of his homeworld, Uba III, by the Old Republic, Bjor was one of the few Ubese refugees abducted by a corrupt officer to serve as slaves and indentured servants. He called it the Ã¢Â€Â˜spoils of warÃ¢Â€Â™, an interesting twist on the word slavery. While serving as a hunter, going out day after day to bag dinner for his Ã¢Â€Âœillustrious masterÃ¢Â€Â, Bjor learned his way around weaponry, particularly slugthrowers.
Two years after his capture, his ownerÃ¢Â€Â™s estate was the target of a Mandalorian raid, another failed attempt to restart the Great War. Nearly everyone on the estate grounds was slaughtered, with what might be the sole exception of Bjor. Every man able to wield a gun was called into the officerÃ¢Â€Â™s chambers to serve as a last line of defense. He honestly expected them to die for him.
Bjor accepted the fact that if he was going to die one way or another, he sure as hell wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t going to die protecting the man whoÃ¢Â€Â™d taken him and forced him into labor. And so he stood there, watching stoically as every man in the room was systematically killed. At first the Mandalorians didnÃ¢Â€Â™t know what to think of him, and thought it best to simply leave the boy there. A single soldier among them thought differently, wanting no prisoners, and raised his rifle to the dark-skinned child.
Bjor drew and fired before his adversary could pull the trigger. His master was dead, now he was fighting for his own life. The single shot he fired earned him a trio of blaster wounds spread out over his torso by the remaining Mandos, blasting the boy off his feet and hurling him to the floor. Still he struggled to stand, trying to draw a bead on his enemies through eyes blurry with sweat and blood. He managed to get himself to his knees, and stared back into the T-shaped visors that gave the boy puzzled looks.
One of the warriors present was touched by the display of fearless violence, and told the boy he would be his own son then and there. Needless to say, Bjor was confused. After being patched up enough to move, the Mandos took Bjor with them. Leaving his home yet again, willingly this time, Bjor was taught the points and code of Mandalorian honor, and embraced them readily. Finally he had found something that made sense, something that fit him as perfectly as a custom-crafted rifle.
He was given the armor of the soldier who had tried to kill him: a suit of pitch black Mandalorian metal that lacked a jetpack. Bjor had no problem with that, preferring to pack more kit over the ability to fly. Staying true to his love for projectile weapons, the Ubese became fond of the Mandalorian Ripper, practicing daily until his precision was as much a machine as the gun he fired. It would be years later when he trained his left hand to possess the same accuracy, and wielded two of the destructive weapons with skill and pride. He carried a rifle only at the insistence of his father, who believed religiously in the necessity of long-range weaponry. Contrary to most soldiers, Bjor uses the rifle only when his pistols are inadequate for the job.
"Alright, they're in front of us, they're behind us, they're on our left, they're on our right.....they can't get away this time."
-Lewis B. Puller, United States Marine Corp