2nd Ed. Character Sheet ... Major Kirl Poutin

The following is the character sheet for Major Kirl Poutin using Star Wars RPG 2nd rulebook and rules ....


Name: Major Kirl Poutin

Template Type: Imperial Army Science Officer

Player: Author NPC

Species: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 45 Human years

Height: 6'0

Weight: 200 lbs

Physical Description: Kirl likes to stay fit since he sits at computers when on duty. Years of scouting new worlds have put some wear and tear on his body. He likes to show the younger soldiers how the "old man" can keep up. Gray hair mostly with some brown still present. Mustache with no beard.

Background: Major Kirl Poutin joined the Imperial Army at a young age to see the galaxy. Combat arms were not a major interest so he gravitated towards science. Planet systems and scouting new worlds seemed to always grab his attention. Assigned to numerous units throughout his service time he has been from one end of the galaxy to the other.

Personality: Kirl works well with others but can be withdrawn at times. He is quick to determine if things are worth further effort or not.

Objectives/Goals: At this point in his career, Kirl is not sure where he wants to go. His recent findings have put stress on him knowing what others do not.

Quote: "Imperial Army coffee would peel the paint off an AT-AT"


Skills

Dexterity: 3D

• Blaster Pistols: 3D+1
  
• Dodge: 3D+1
  

Knowledge: 3D

• Bureaucracy: Demophon Systems - 4D
  
• Planetary Systems: Demophon - 4D
  

Mechanical: 3D

• Imperial Communications: 4D
  

Perception: 3D

• Investigation: 3D+1
  

Strength: 3D

Technical: 3D

• Droid Programming: Service droids - 3D+1
  
• Droid Repair: Service droids - 3D+1
• Computer Programming - 4D+1
  
• Computer Repair - 4D+1
  

Movement per round:

Force Sensitive: No

Force Points: N/A

Dark Side Force Points: N/A

Character Points: None

Injuries: None

Special Abilities: None

Equipment:

Comm Link (Civilian)

• Personal Frequency Only
• Cost: 25 credits

Comm Link (Military)

• Imperial Army Frequencies
• Cost: 100 credits

Datapad

• Cost: 100 credits
  

Weapons:

Imperial Issued Blaster

• Model: Blastech DL-18
  
• Skill: Blaster, Blaster Pistol
  
• Ranges: 3-10/30/120
  
• Damage: 4D
  
• Ammo: (100)
• Cost: 500 (Power packs 25 credits a piece)

Time off ... to ponder

Kirl looked up and saw the clock tick once more. It always seemed to go slower near the end of a shift. Another sip of coffee once again proved the Imperial Army's lack of good talent.

A hiss of the door and a moment later, his relief walked into the room. Oddly enough the relief had the same demeanor that Kirl had when he relieved the previous shift. Boredom and the dread of Imperial coffee.

"It's all yours Sarge." Kirl muttered to the relief sergeant.

"Thanks Major. Anything new to report ?"

"Nothing that we don't know already Sarge. Watch out ... coffee is stronger than usual today."

"Noted. Thanks for the warning sir."

Kirl walked out of the control room and gathered his things. Stepping outside, he noticed a strong wind. Odd, he thought since nothing really pointed out on the data terminals earlier. Shrugging his shoulders, Kirl strolled to his favorite waterhole on the planet, Imperial Pride.

Kirl had nothing to go home to. The barracks were like any other in the galaxy that the Imperial Army provided. Most troops in the barracks were as bored and depressed as he was. Denophan was not a prime choice for Imperial service. The dying planet was a hot bed of Imperial might squeezing what it could out of production before it went supernova. On top of that every citizen here was nervously attempting secured passage off planet before the time was to come. But again the average citizen didn't have an exact time. This allowed for many corrupt citizens to take hard earned money from those whom just wanted off the planet. Sad thing was Kirl knew that his own hide might not have a jump off the planet either. Imperial soldiers were not the major concern of the Empire when technology and resources valuable to the Galactic Civil War effort were planetside.

All along the street other citizens were coming or going to their destinations. One could tell the happy ones apart from the ones enroute to work. Kirl was one of the happy ones. At least he could bury himself in the Imperial Pride till the Imperial curfew made all head towards home. Kirl liked Rogan and Otto, his co-owner if you will. It was easy to sit and not worry about the present and talk about the future.

Kirl enter the bar and waved to Rogan. Rogan nodded and adjusted his brown leather apron. Kirl knew it was the hold out blaster that caused him to adjust. It was not Kirl's place to question it and he was definitely not the one to report it. Kirl pulled up a bar stool and sat down.

"Tough day Major ?" Rogan asked as he slid Kirl his usual.

"Nah ... just sitting and starring at computer terminals all day. You ?"

Rogan motioned towards the stage area of the bar. Kirl turned and noticed white grids throughout the bar. Strange, he thought but interesting enough to spark conversation.

"Looking for a new interior designer Rogan?" Kirl smirked.

"Imperials put this grid system in the other night after I closed for evening. It prevents more than 10 people gathering in one area. If it exceeds 10, the grid turns red. If I don't clear it up in 5 minutes the Imperial security patrol comes and does it for me." Rogan growled as he cleaned the bar top.

"Not surprising Rogan, sorry that once again you got the shaft."

"Not your fault pal. No hard feelings. How goes the doomsday ticker?" Rogan leaned in closer to hear. Otto waved as he walked by but kept his ear open as well.

Kirl looked around and moved in closer. "Not sure. The data is steady but it has not pointed to an exact date. You find a secure ticket off this rock yet ?"

Rogan shook his head. "Not yet boss. Not yet. In due time."

Kirl swung his bar stool around to get a better look at the bar. The evening crowd was just coming in to settle for some liquid courage. The grids still white as the numbers stayed within the allowed limit. Citizens would find a way around such security features, it was a matter of time. No matter how hard Imperials cracked down citizens still got around the rules.

Kirl sat and sipped his Corellian Thunder. Somehow he felt like he hit the bottom of a sarlac pit.

2nd Ed. Character Sheet ... Rogan Sadow

The following is the character sheet for Rogan Sadow using 2nd edition rules and rulebook ....

Name: Rogan Sadow

Template Type: Citizen of the Imperial Empire, Cantina Owner

Player: Author NPC

Species: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 33 Human years

Height: 5' 10

Weight: 185 lbs

Physical Description: Nothing spectacular as far as flashy clothes, although when working his brown leather apron is a usual piece of his attire. Although Imperial code does not allow citizens on Denophan to have blasters; Rogan has been in the business long enough to know better to be unarmed. Brown hair, brown eyes with no major physical characteristics. More of a thinker than man of action, Rogan will think and plan his actions instead of jumping into a situation blind.

Background: Rogan has been trying to develop a decent cantina for years. He has lost count of the numerous systems and planets he has set foot on. The Galactic Civil War has been a major drain on any attempts for a clean, decent cantina being run without the threat of damage or worse. His last cantina was aboard a freighter named No Hope. While in dock on a no named space station it was an Imperial Trades Agent, named Oyo Firme who recruited Rogan to the planet Denophan.

Personality: Open to conversation and loves a good discussion with anyone who will listen. Rogan loves to read and learn new things. He is quick to admit if he does not know the answer but will be the first one to dedicating himself to find the answer.

Objectives/Goals: To finally call a place home and settle down. Open to new things can be possible if things work to his way.

Quote: "I am not a smart man but I know that is not the smartest thing to do."

Skills

Dexterity: 2D

• Blasters: 2D+1
  
• Hold Out Blasters: 3D
  
• Dodge: 2D+2
  

Knowledge: 4D

• Alien Species: 4D+1
  
• Languages: 4D+2
  

Mechanical: 2D

Perception: 3D

• Bargain: 4D
  
• Con: 3D+1
  
• Forgery: 3D+1
  
• Investigation: 3D+1
  
• Persuasion: 3D+1
  

Strength: 3D

• Cantina Brawling: 4D
  

Technical: 3D

• Droid Programming: Service droids - 4D+1
  
• Droid Repair: Service droids - 4D+1
  

Movement per round:

Force Sensitive: No

Force Points: N/A

Dark Side Force Points: N/A

Character Points: None

Injuries: None

Special Abilities: None

Equipment:

Comm Link (Civilian)

• Personal Frequency Only
• Cost: 25 credits

Datapad

• Cost: 100 credits
  

Weapons:

Hold Out Blaster

• Model: Merr-Sonn Munitions Q2 Hold Out Blaster
• Skill: Blaster, Hold Out Blaster
• Ranges: 3-4/8/12
• Damage: 3D
• Ammo: (6)
• Cost: 275 (Power packs 25 credits a piece)

Knife

• Skill: Knife, Melee combat
• Difficulty: Very Easy
• Damage: STR+1D (maximum of 6D)
• Cost: 25 credits
  

Business as usual ...

Rogan looked up and realized that he was daydreaming once again. If it wasn't for the droid conductor checking on him he would have missed his stop.

"Don't forget your belongings. No pushing or shoving. Have a nice day." The conductor droid chimed at the passengers leaving the car. Not that anyone really listened to the droid's consent safety commands.

Rogan stepped out onto the train platform and looked around. Many different walks of life were coming and going to their daily assignments. Dock workers, computer specialist, miners and others all mingling into a citizen soup. An odd observation was that none of them were smiling or laughing. Imperial doctrine had everyone on a fairly scripted schedule. No time for fun or laughter.

Walking down main street, Rogan noticed a strong wind this morning. He could only guess at its reason but it was something he had no intention of pondering on. The spaceports near his bar seemed to have the normal traffic coming and going. "Good for business." Rogan smiled.

Imperial Pride was across the street from the space docks. Prime location for crews to rest and spend some hard earned credits. Two blocks over was the main shuttle train hub. Passengers didn't have to walk far for refreshment as well. Location was key to Rogan's business and he did get the choice of location. Imperials were decent about that part of the contract.

Swiping his data key Rogan walked inside and looked around. The bar went from pitch black to lights suddenly turning on in sequence and music starting to play. Whistling as he walked behind the bar Rogan smiled. It was nice to have the security sensors turn on lights and music as he entered. Imperial planet or not, safety was always important.

The small kitchen in back was humming with sanitation scrubbers and food processing. Otto was already at work once again. "Otto nevers sleeps in." Rogan muttered to himself.

Otto peered his head around the corner. "Hey Boss. Late night once again huh ?"

"Do you always think that I was up late Otto ?" Rogan moved swiftly to the coffee dispenser and hit the button for the large option.

"Nah. I know your always up late. You need to relax or get a hobby. This bar is not the only thing on this planet Boss." Otto chuckled and went back to getting the kitchen straight.

Rogan sipped a large gulp of sub par coffee. Otto was right. Bar owner was not a glorious path in the scheme of life. But what would he do? It wasn't like he was an academy type or scholar. He was happy to have something of his own even if the Imperials had a grip on it. Rogan walked to the stage area of the bar and cursed. White grids were throughout the bar, visible on the floor. Rogan turned back towards the kitchen. "Otto ! What did you do out here ?"

Otto peeked around the corner once again. "I did nothing. Those were here when I got in this morning. The bar data bank shows that Imperial customs stopped by and installed these loitering grids. Remember the restrictions regarding the number of citizens in a gathering? These grids glow white until that number is exceeded, then the grid turns red so you know that you need to break the fun up."

Rogan whistled. "Well, well. They think of everything. I wouldn't doubt these grids being linked to Imperial security." Looking up he smirked and could almost feel he was being watched. "Any cameras too Otto ?" Otto laughed. Rogan knew what he was thinking.

Well at least the Imperials didn't set his prices.