What follows is a list of the characters queued up for filming and uploading, somewhere in the future. They are not all equally fleshed out as one another, and each character who lacks a dedicated page is a rough draft work-in-progress. This page merely gives a sense of what’s to come. As we near the completion of Adharma’s story, we might have a vote to see which character goes next!
None of these characters exist in the same timeline. Each occupies his/her own personal alternate reality.
Index of Characters
| Adharma | a gladiatorial slave turns Sith Assassin. |
| Anandi | an expert lightsaber duelist unwaveringly lives the Jedi Code, no matter the personal cost. |
| Jaxonian | a proud Republic warrior defends democracy by any means necessary. |
| Khaliyo | a certain anarchist rattataki takes an alternate fork in history. |
| Kira-leena | a vigilante murderer becomes a galactic celebrity. |
| Leliara | a compulsive Sith sycophant deaf to the Force ascends to pinnacle of Sith political power. |
| Lexingdon | a methodical genius and compulsive womanizer unravels a galactic conspiracy. |
| Maleena | a hot-mess freighter captain blunders her way into galactic history. |
| Mayalena | a cerebral soldier and inspiring leader refuses to be diminished by war. |
| Mayalina | a humble and sacrificing Jedi matures into diplomat and peacemaker. |
| Morgallan | a lowly Exchange enforcer becomes a proud Mandalorian. |
| Naya-leena | a virtuous and dogmatic Jedi, gifted but unworldly, learns of hardship and vulnerability. |
| Northly | a dread pirate pursues revenge relentlessly, fame charasmatically, and fortune ruthlessly. |
| Pleasance | a concubine slave rises to her own seat on the Dark Council. |
| Rapacion | a swaggering Jedi prodigy and militant fights fire with fire. |
| Serabelle | a gifted actress and propagandist turns double, triple agent. |
| Stevanos | a Mary Sue of SWTOR proportions. |
| Zeralina | a passionate Jedi struggles to be worthy of her mighty destiny. |
Anandi – Light Jedi Guardian
Journal Entry 24:181 – Master Ensa’s vision was true after all.
The Council summons me to Tython, and this is my final journal entry as padawan to Master Ensa Viscent. It’s exactly the outcome I least desired.
It was so long ago when she foresaw another Master complete my training, and I was so dismissive. Even Masters misinterpret visions, so I disbelieved. I hoped my own premonition would clarify things in time. It seems the Force sings to me only one way, though, and it’s not through visions. At least not yet.
She can’t foresee who it will be, but I don’t need foresight to understand the reason for this change. I still have much about the living Force to learn from Master Ensa, but Tython is home to the few Jedi who might advance my combat training. Master Kaeden maybe? Master Shan herself? I’m not supposed to miss Master Ensa, but I do already. I’m not supposed to worry about future conflicts, but I do. Will my new master understand?
Other Jedi treat me so differently now. I know they can sense it before I prove it, this gift. Since I was a youngling, Jedi Knights and Masters always seemed caught off-guard, or oddly interested, just to meet me. They always looked at me with, wonder, curiosity. But that was before I could see what I see now, before I was this quick and strong, before I stopped losing sparring matches even to Masters. The wondering looks are gone now. It’s changed to something more like expectation, maybe certainty? Jedi Knights treat me with respect I haven’t earned yet, and the more hardened Masters have a different quality still, more like hope. I’d rather be a visionary Jedi, a diplomatic or healing Jedi, but it seems my destiny lies along a different, more violent path, and they can all see it.
Why has the Force chosen me for this? Is it because these talents are best possessed by Jedi who wish never to use them? We must prepare to fight the Sith, to save the galaxy from darkness. And we are justified in this because we didn’t start these wars? But didn’t we start them, millennia ago? We exiled Dark Jedi without any concern for the evil they would spread to innocent people outside the Republic. And if that’s true, if we started this, what justice is served by the past two wars? Billions of completely innocent lives spent because a few dozen Jedi were careless with the fates of a few dozen Dark Jedi thousands of years ago? How many innocents must die to atone for the mistakes of Jedi long, long dead? This cycle of death and revenge – can Jedi break the cycle through war? Can you wage a war for peace? Why would the Force imbue champions of the Light Side with gifts of violence and death? Why does the Force only sing to me when I fight?
I feel that whatever awaits me on Tython, I must prepare to fight. That’s really what troubles me. It seems I was meant for that purpose. If I must fight, then I must learn to fight for peace, if such a thing is possible. I must.
Jaxonian – Dark Republic Commando
Jaxonian is a proud Republic warrior who defends democracy by any means necessary. His ends always justify his means. He knows you can’t win a war without being merciless. That’s why he joined the Republic army, and how he’s made it to sergeant rank so rapidly. Officers trust him to get a job done, and the dirtier the job, the better he does it. As far as Jax is concerned, his job is to do whatever it takes to win the war, and once the enemy surrenders, he’ll happily let the bleeding heart diplomats take over to hammer out a peace deal. Until then, protecting freedom means killing imps by the cruiser-full, and that’s a job he’s good at, and loves doing.
Khaliyo – Neutral Powertech
What if Kaliyo hadn’t taken that job as head of security for Nem’ro the Hutt? What if she decided that being tied down to one planet was too boring, that working for someone else instead of for herself was just a sucker’s game? What if Braden later saw her in action someplace, convinced her to pursue fame and fortune in the bounty hunting game with him and his team? After all, Braden’s team has everything it needs to support a driven gunslinger, and although she’s an anarchist, she still loves notoriety and luxury, and she can sling a gun like few others. Kaliyo may have gone on to clandestine adventures with Imperial Intelligence, but Khaliyo never got Nem’ro’s job offer. No … Khaliyo works for no one but herself, now or ever.
Kira-leena – Neutral Mercenary
Kira-leena was one half of a pair of fraternal twin sisters born in the Republic. Kira-leena’s parents were pilot and co-pilot on a small family-owned freighter, and they made a comfortable living as far away from the warfront as possible. The twins met a dizzying array of interesting beings and had all variety of interesting adventures as children, learning the skills and trade of spacers. The girls were sixteen when the Treaty of Coruscant was signed and the family migrated Coreward from their trade in the Mid and Outer Rim. Eventually the sisters grew up, but while Kira-leena was interested in expanding the family business by buying her own freighter, her sister Mira-neela yearned for a more stable life, and settled down with a husband who worked as a mid-level corporate executive at Czerka’s little-appreciated and chronically under-funded non-lethal stun weapons division.
He was a basically good man, he honestly loved Mira-neela, and he chose to work in the stun weapons development arm of Czerka because he believed in the projection of power to create order and civility in the galaxy, but believed that power should not be used to kill. He thought the frigid peace between the Empire and the Republic would be a good time to focus on non-lethal weaponry, but his Czerka superiors consistently failed to prioritize his work. He began to drink and became abusive. As they do, things progressed from verbal and emotional abuse to outright physical abuse. Out of fear, Mira-neela never reported him to authorities – the fear that he would lose his job, the fear that people would judge her, the fear of how angry he might be with her. She talked to Kira-leena sometimes in vague terms about her problems via holo, but that was her only outlet. Kira-leena was gallivanting across Republic space, earning and saving for her own starship, and Mira-neela lived vicariously through her sister. She didn’t want to worry Kira-leena.
Then, in a yet another fit of drunken rage, Mira-neela was accidentally murdered by her husband. He instantly regretted it, but there was nothing he could do for her once it was done. Fearing the consequences, he cashed out his few holdings and fled. Some weeks passed before Kira-leena learned of these events. She instantly dropped everything she was doing and poured the money she had saved for a starship into pursuing her sister’s murderer. While authorities from various worlds he fled to wrangled over jurisdictions, Kira-leena chased him, world to world, driven by a single thought: she would be the hand of justice. But his years of executive pay in one of the galaxy’s largest arms manufacturers left him with a sizable reserve of resources and associations he utilized to stay ahead of justice.
In chasing him, she inadvertently taught herself the skillset of a bounty hunter. Her parents put a bounty on the man’s head, but Kira-leena was determined to get him first, both to save her parents that bit of their meager fortune, and also for the satisfaction of killing him herself. Kira-leena spent a little over a year chasing him, exhausting what money she’d earned for herself by partnering with legitimate bounty hunters who promised to let her make the kill as long as they were paid upfront. She learned from them as she went, but in time her revenue dried up, and the bounty hunters lost interest in partnering. By then, however, Kira-leena had learned enough to continue the chase on her own. Left with no other choice, she chased him alone.
Ultimately, she found him. He repented, begged for his life, wept like a child, but Kira-leena knew the man wept more for himself than for her sister. While he knelt before her, blubbering and pleading, no threat to her whatsoever, Kira-leena executed him. No where in the Republic was there an authorization to bring him in dead, however, and she knew that too well. Kira-leena had made herself a murderer. Her quest for vengeance complete, she was left with little remaining money, a murder rap on her head, and unable to return to her family or business. So she did what she recently learned many like her do, and headed for Hutt space.
It would have been easy to leverage a lifetime of spacer and business experience to sign on with a freighter of her choosing in Hutt space. Kira-leena hated the the idea, though, of using legitimate business skills to work for organized crime. So instead, she opted to make bounty hunting her new profession. She started with quick, easy, small time marks, targeting genuine bad guys, domestic abusers, murderers of innocents, pedophiles, etc. It paid her bills, just barely. In Hutt space, there simply wasn’t much money in revenge for the innocent. She felt a little better each time she fulfilled a bounty for a dirtbag, but the pain of her sister’s death never faded. She expected the closure she gained from killing Mira-neela’s husband would fill something inside her, satisfy her in some way, but even though she was glad she did it, felt utterly justified and remorseful in no way, she nevertheless still ached from Mira-neela’s death. Her only regret is that she didn’t hurt him before she killed him. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d have to kill him to actually feel better, but once wasn’t enough.
She possessed all the hunting instincts and combat abilities of a bigtime hunter, but she lacked a vision to match her greatness, a vision beyond vengeance, either her own, or the proxy vengeance she enjoyed on behalf of her clients. But then she met Braden. He saw her work, recognized her potential straightaway, and offered her a vision for the Great Hunt. She wasn’t expecting to meet anyone who believed in her, wanted to associate with her either personally or professionally, but the notion of joining a team and being accepted in the broader community of professional bounty hunters … that vision appealed to the slumbering entrepreneur inside her. She agreed to meet him on Nal Hutta after she closed out her few personal affairs.
Leliara – Dark Imperial Operative
She’s a riff on a hardened Lelianna from Dragon Age: Origins crossed with the Liara of Mass Effect 3, a naive people pleaser and a blue-skinned secret agent and dealer in secrets and murder. The twist on those basically good-aligned characters is that my chiss Leliara is also an absolute Sith groupie. She wishes she had Force powers, is in awe of them, believes deeply that the Force wielders of the galaxy are the ones who dictate the course of history, and she wants in on that. She wants to be around powerful people because she doesn’t perceive herself as one, and feels like that status is infinitely far beyond her reach. She’s not a bad person, per se. But she’ll do bad things, especially if she thinks it’s what people in power want from her, and even more especially if she can tell herself that it’s on their authority, because she believes that absolves her of responsibility. She’s a bully-hanger-on, the kind of person who will completely change who they are just to fit in with those whom they admire and wish to be like. When she’s truly left to her own devices, she’ll tend to be kind and merciful. It’s who she really is. It makes her seem capricious to others, never knowing if she’ll be kind or evil, and she won’t know herself until she’s considered an act from the standpoint of “does this matter.” If yes, then evil. If not, then mercy.
Lexingdon – Neutral Imperial Sniper
He joined Intelligence because he enjoys the idea of being at the heart of events, of knowing the truth of things. He asks questions, seeks knowledge, and isn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty to acquire knowledge or to wield it. But more than being at the heart of things, and knowing the truth of things, Lex wants to AFFECT the events the shape the galaxy. He seeks to leave his mark, and he likes using his superior intellect to manipulate people and events. He has a huge ego that he assiduously modulates to come off as merely quiet confidence. He doesn’t crave or need fame, credit, or notoriety. In fact, he prefers to work from the shadows, because the power is all he really cares about, not being the center of attention. He knows that people at the center of attention often have their freedom to do real work limited by that notoriety. He loves women and consistently flirts with them, even ones he isn’t especially attracted to. He just can’t help himself. It’s all a game to him.
Maleena
She’s a hot-mess freighter captain who blunders her way, one lucky break after another, straight into galactic history publications.
Mayalena – Light Republic Vanguard
She’s a cerebral soldier and inspiring leader who refuses to be diminished by war.
Mayalina – Light Jedi Sage
She is a humble and sacrificing Jedi who evolves into a diplomat and peacemaker.
Morgallan
He is a lowly Exchange enforcer and becomes a proud Mandalorian.
Naya-leena
A young and powerful padawan, a once-in-a-generation prodigy, unwavering in her commitment to Jedi ideals, to justice, peace, and redemption. She’s been raised in a cloistered environment, even for Jedi, because her destiny was revealed to the Jedi Council in visions when she was just a youngling. Naya had few experiences in the broader galaxy as she grew, was sheltered from evil. Her masters hid nothing from her as it pertained to her destiny, however. They freely revealed their visions of her, an unparalleled lightsaber duelist, a bringer of light unlike any Jedi in hundreds of years. They raised her on stories of her future greatness, on stories of her vast responsibility, her duty to sentients numbering in the thousands of trillions. Most would be daunted by such a burden, but not Naya.
As her training progressed, as her prowess with a blade manifested, she grew to see her ability as a sacred gift. She felt she was born with a duty set forth by the Force ages before, for it was inevitable that one day would be born the Jedi who would end the Empire, and she’s glad to be the one. It’s a privilege, an honor. A Jedi should be the one with this power – no one else would be adequately trustworthy. Even then, not all Jedi were immune to the corrupting influence of power. She was required to study them, the Jedi like her, gifted with immense combat power, who fell to the Dark Side. The pathway was consistent: Jedi like her learned to resolve problems with force, lower-case F. These good Jedi would devolve from brilliant combatants, to ferocious warriors, to authoritarian generals, to despotic rulers. Time and again, that same story.
It was baffling to Naya. Why would she seek to rule over others? Why would she care to? She feels protected from falling to the Dark Side because she has no appetite for power. All she wants is to fulfill her destiny as a bringing of light, dismantler of empires, and then fade from relevance to hopefully spend an old age modestly mentoring new young Jedi who will maintain the peace she secured, a new generation of Jedi to bring enlightenment to every corner of the galaxy. She’s confident that the Empire’s fall is at hand, and all that’s left to do is walk the path that’s been laid out. She believes all who survive the conflict will be left to do nothing more than rebuild a galactic civilization brighter and more perfect than any before. It will be glorious, peaceful, happy. She knows it won’t be entirely because of her, she understands that nothing she achieves will be the result of her efforts alone. She feels that it fails logic to take pride in her future victories. She’s not solely responsible for anything. She’s just one tendril in the vast ethereal tapestry of the Force, nothing more than the hand that wields the saber that ends an Empire. Nothing more.
Northly
He’s a “dread pirate” who pursues revenge relentlessly, fame charasmatically, and fortune ruthlessly. What if Westly lived in the Star Wars universe but, instead of being unrealistically noble as a pirate, retaining his virtue in spite of years of death threats and slavery, he was just a villain worthy of the moniker “dread pirate?” A charming, one-liner quipping psychopath who always lies, cheats, and steals to get ahead. He’ll tell girls he loves them, and never mean it. Anybody want a peanut?
Pleasance – Light Sith Sorceress
SIS operatives intercepted the following correspondence between a Sith apprentice and an overseer. Forwarded to Agent Shan – he may have an interest in turning this one if she survives.
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To: Overseer Harkun
From: Neemoh Gai, Apprentice to Dark Lord Theo-thur
Subject: RE: Lord Zash’s Call for Acolytes – Transfer Deed of Ownership, Slave Pleasance
Harkun,
Concubine slave Pleasance Silverknight is the scandal we briefly discussed. She is formally remanded to your custody on arrival by shuttle, pursuant to the Dark Council edict on Academy attendance by Force-sensitives of low station or potential. I understand your master specifically requested acolytes of the most wretched origins, and I suspect this slave will be suitable for whatever meat grinding Lord Zash has in mind.
The scandal I could not detail for you earlier is this: the slave is not merely Force-sensitive. She possesses the raw potential of a pureblood alongside training in the ways of the Dark Side, provided by her former owner, Dark Lord Sumdood. I shall attempt a brief explanation, but you must first indulge the grand tale of my Lord Theo-thur’s recent glorious victory.
You are no doubt aware of Lord Sumdood’s evolution over the past few years, from a minor Dark Lord of some political ineptitude, into the shrewd architect of a vast network of alliances and influence. Some whispered of a mastery of foresight, but that seemed an unlikely explanation among those who knew him prior to his rise. More recently, Lord Sumdood’s expanding interests clashed with those of my Lord Theo-thur. My lord was frustrated time and again, out-maneuvered consistently in his attempts to fend off Lord Sumdood’s advances. Ultimately, my Lord Theo-thur abandoned subtlety and settled the matter by direct means, overwhelming Lord Sumdood in single combat. Victory would have been a great honor had the effort not been so trivial. Indeed, you or I might have bested Lord Sumdood, so feeble were his abilities. Following Lord Sumdood’s defeat and subsequent dismemberment, it seemed the mystery of his meteoric rise might never be solved. Then by rights we seized Lord Sumdood’s possessions, and all was revealed.
Slave Pleasance was the foremost of Lord Sumdood’s courtesans. When you see her, you’ll know why. It seems he discovered her latent talent with the Force, particularly powers of insight and influence. From a lifetime of slavery, she was already skilled at masking her power from other Sith, at reading the Sith around her and influencing them in ways that limited malice and rage directed at her. Rather than send her to the Sith Academy, Lord Sumdood trained her in secret, developed her talent without empowering her to threaten him or be easily detected by others. He then deployed her against other Sith, even Dark Council members, by offering her company for a few nights as a harmless and gracious gift.
Through her, Lord Sumdood learned of plots he could never have divined for himself, forged alliances he could never have crafted organically. His only genuine skill was exploiting information and influence once she acquired it for him. He deviously controlled her with the truth that few would-be Sith on Korriban survive the trials. Her fear of the Academy kept her in line. Ironic.
Lord Sumdood was a clever man, ultimately, if appallingly weak in the Dark Side.
Slave Pleasance is fittingly humble and servile, but also talented at stealth and intrigue. Be cautious how you exploit her, lest you find yourself exploited tenfold in kind. My Lord Theo-thur believed she should be destroyed, despite her deliriously delightful uses, but I prevailed upon him to spare her. Just think of the tool she might be with her ability to shape the will of the Dark Council! No doubt he anticipates her terminal failure on Korriban. He frequented her charms during his months of political sparring with Lord Sumdood, and counts himself among those who suffered her influence. Had I been so manipulated, I might also seek her annihilation. By contrast, however, she has been nothing less than sublime delectation for me since we acquired her. Perhaps we are not all vulnerable to her persuasion.
As a separate, personal request, I wonder if I might receive your recommendation for an Overseer post at the Academy. I could spare you looking over your shoulder with this slave if I supervised her trials on Korriban personally. I look forward to your reply, and I trust your discretion regarding my request.
– Neemoh Gai, Apprentice to Dark Lord Theo-thur
Rapacion
Perceptive, intelligent, selfish, petty. He always stood head and shoulders above his peers in power and stature, gifted with uncommon strength in the Force even as a padawan. He often used his power as a crutch to get ahead in place of hard work. He’s entitled. Greatness is his destiny, and he knows it. He viciously hates the Empire and the Sith, but honestly believes in the Jedi Code. He finds it difficult to reconcile the two emotions, and thinks it’s justified to forsake the latter in the cause of eradicating the former. He’ll do good when it benefits him, or when there’s no obvious benefit to going against the Code. But when the Code stands between him and something he wants, he will only put up a token effort to do as the Code requires. What he desires most is knowledge and power, enough to defeat his enemies, and to validate his destiny as a man of greatness. He’s not shy about letting people know how great he is when they fail to realize or acknowledge it properly. Imagine him as Padawan Bone Spurs. Why does ultimate power fall to such men? The reasons are many, but they are real and inevitable, and contemplating such a reality is sometimes a useful endeavor.
Serabelle
She is a gifted actress, and she imagines that if the galaxy were not at war, she would be a famous holovid star. In fact, as a late teen, she sought her path to galactic fame by staring in propaganda media for the Empire. She became popular quickly in propaganda circles because she was a perfect poster child for the Empire, an attractive human, who also happened to be naturally skilled with accents, the Republic one in particular. In her first few short holos, propaganda pieces only a few minutes long and distributed to planets on the front lines, she played a Republic citizen who shuns the chaos and delusion of democracy and converts to the order of the Empire. She produced a dozen or so of these, each time adapting the specific and exact accent of the worlds the videos were sent to.
Eventually, Imperial Intelligence took note and proactively recruited her. Her combination of beauty, acting ability, intellect, and athleticism made her an obvious choice for an agent. Intelligence had the propaganda ministry pull her holovids from circulation, and spent the next few years training her in fieldcraft and lethal combat. She took to it naturally. As she progressed through the training, however, she began to learn unsettling truths about the Empire.
She has the spirit of an artist, and the “freedom” of the Republic was always mysteriously appealing to her. She’s felt drawn to the Republic, which is what drew her to develop her Republic accent before receiving any training. She feels like people with great power should serve the people, not dominate them. It’s partly what drove her to want to be a star, and what drove her to accept her recruiting to Intelligence. She believes in her own greatness, in her own ability to make a difference on a galactic scale. She believes such an ability should be put to use serving the people. As she grows, her ability to think independently does also, and she begins to question the authority of the Sith. She discovers they are just as chaotic as they accuse the Republic of being, but that in the Republic, they don’t torture, maim, slaughter, or kill for pleasure. In fact, the Republic tends not to do those things even when they might be beneficial, just on principle. She recognizes the inherent corruption and flaws of democracy … how could she not, after all, having been raised in the Empire and indoctrinated to see only the flaws of democracy. But in time she might grow to prefer the ideals of the Republic to the ideals of the Empire.
Stevanos
He is who I imagine I would be if I were raised as a Jedi and grew into my people’s Chosen One, the Neo of this particular Star Warsy matrix.
Zeralina
Jedi Master Brootala Byuzer was a war hawk, a veteran general in the war prior to the Treaty of Coruscant, and he was Zeralina’s master in the years prior to her assignment to Tython. He bullied her throughout her training because he knew she had a mighty destiny, and he had to be sure she could stand up to the brutality of the Sith, of war itself, a kind of brutality that had left scars on his own body and psyche. He worked to forge her into a weapon, and she simultaneously loved him and also hated him. The Jedi Council became worried about his influence on her, the so they reassigned her to Tython, to complete her training under new guidance.
Zeralina feels the galaxy lacks justice, feels she is destined to bring justice to the galaxy. But she has low self-esteem in general, precisely because she’s always felt powerful, always heard a voice in the Force whispering to her that she would change the galaxy with her actions and decisions, and she feels in no way adequate to the task. Alongside the voice in the Force whispering to her, she hears the voice of Master Byuzer, berating her for not trying hard enough, not working hard enough, not studying hard enough, never never never good enough. She tries hard in all that she does, over hard. She brags to others about her powers and accomplishments with herself as the main audience. She’s vulnerable to flattery, over-confidence, zealousness. She wants desperately to be the right kind of Jedi, knows all the rules, tries to follow them, but when the chips are down, she makes rash, emotional, selfish decisions, quick and easy decisions. She’s been raised to think militarily, and she revels in any association she can make with Republic troopers.