Morrison, Brog'an

Background: I was born on Ryloth to a human merchant. We lived in the Jawa district of Lessu due to the proximity of many valuable mechanical trading commodities. At age 3, my father decided to bring me along in his trading ventures in the outer rim. It was at age 6 that my whole life changed. We encountered some sort of technical problem in our starship and were forced to crash land on Tatooine. My father then went out to find help. I never saw him again. I survived on the food we were supposed to trade for 2 months.

After those two months I was woken up by the faint sound of Jawas yelling. They were salvaging my ship for parts. I realized that this my be my only chance for survival. I put on a Jawa robe that a friend had given me on Ryloth. I was able to trick them into thinking that I was a Jawa at least initially. I realized that this probably wouldn't last long so I tried to be extremely helpful and volunteer to fix any droids or go scavenging whenever the opportunity presented itself. So, after 1 week when it was realized that I wasn't actually a Jawa, the head of the tribe allowed me to stay because he found me useful in the fact that I actually fixed things so they would actually work not just so they would last long enough to sell. This higher level of craftsmanship angered a lot of the other Jawas and made me very unpopular among them. So when the head of the tribe died 5 years later, the new leader expelled me out of pressure from the tribesmen. But, in those five years, I picked up many useful technological abilities. I also had built a droid for myself that was designed to find lifeforms.

I was born on Ryloth to a human merchant. We lived in the Jawa district of Lessu due to the proximity of many valuable mechanical trading commodities. At age 3, my father decided to bring me along in his trading ventures in the outer rim. It was at age 6 that my whole life changed. We encountered some sort of technical problem in our starship and were forced to crash land on Tatooine. My father then went out to find help. I never saw him again. I survived on the food we were supposed to trade for 2 months.

I was thrown out into the Jundland Wastes. It was after one day of wandering with my droid that he sensed a large group of lifeforms over the ridge in front of us. Before I could reach the top of the ridge, we were attacked by a tusken raider. Out of panic I launched my ion blaster at him and it disabled his weapon. This bought me just enough time to run to him and through my full body weight into his chest breaking his ribs. I then took his weapon, which had just finished rebooting and shot him point blank with it. It was a tusken cycler rifle I had tried out one I had found in the desert during my time with the Jawas. I then buried the body in the sand and took his clothes. After about an hour I managed to figure out how to put on his garments. I then continued up the ridge.

When I reached the top, my worst fears were realized. It was a large encampment of sand people. I was forced to destroy my droid and bury it in the sand. I could not afford to have my identity given away at that point in time. I wandered into the village and passed by the other sand people. Then all of the sudden I realized that I was walking alone through the base. I unslung my stolen gun off my back for a feeling of safety. I was then ambushed by 5 tusken raiders. I shot two of them with my rifle. I then ran and dove into one of their huts. Thankfully, it was empty but there was still the problem of the 3 outside. I rigged my ion blaster up to explode and through it out of the hut. It detonated and killed one raider and disabled the other two tuskens weapons. I ran out and shot one more. But the last one had dove away and when I went to follow him he knocked the gun out of my hand and punched my square in the mouth. I then kicked out his legs and began punching him in the face senselessly. When I felt he was dead I collapsed onto the ground and blacked out.

I woke up on a throne surrounded by other tusken raiders who were bowing to me. I started to speak out in Jawaese, there was muttering among them and within moments a captured jawa was brought in to translate. I was told that in my brawl with the 5 tusken raiders I had killed the leader of this tribe. Therefore as per tusken raider rules I became the head of the tribe.

Over the next 4 years I was taught how to fight and discovered my sharpshooting abilities. I led the raiders on many attacks on Jawas to avenge how they had thrown me out into the wilderness without a single iota of compassion. I became ruthless and infamous through out all species on Tatooine and we even stopped the Hutts from doing business in our area. I also modified the Tusken Cycler Rifle making it automatic (instead of bolt action) and added a sight. It would win me countless battles in my time with the tuskens. Then on the brink of my 16th birthday we went on a celebratory raid to destroy a sandcrawler that had been spotted in our area. I went out and from a distance of approximately 800 yards I shot out the treads of the sandcrawler. I then sent my men down to finish them off. By the time they were at the doors of the sandcrawler they were ambushed by imperial sandtroopers. They killed all my men and dragged them away. Then they returned and brought out all the Jawas and barked at them and began killing them one by one until they had seemingly found what they were looking for. I then had become extremely angry that they had killed my men and taken my prize. I cocked my rifle and began shooting them from atop the hill. I killed about 8 of them before the rest took cover and began shooting at my position. A stray laser bolt struck my bantha and killed it. I started to turn around when in a flash of red I was clubbed with a rifle. I blacked out and I still remember my last thoughts: "Dammit, Not this again."

I woke up in an Imperial holding cell. After about an hour of inspecting the cell for flaws I gave up. An imperial officer walked in and said,"That was some nice shooting back there we could use a guy like you in the Empire" I responded, "What's in it for me?"

"I won't have you killed" he barked back.

I realized I didn't have much of a choice and I might be able to finally escape this forsaken planet. I responded "Fine, I'll join the Empire." He chuckled and said "You think its that easy, I have to make sure that you can really shoot as far as those stormtroopers said you did. He picked up my tusken Cycler and brought me outside to a range.

They had a target 1.5 miles away set up. The officer told me I had to either hit the target 3 times in 3 shots or he would kill me for wasting his time. So I held my breath and quickly let off 3 shots and squinted down the range. 3 direct hits!! I turned and asked the officer, "Where do I sign up?" We went in his landspeeder to a nearby Imperial recruitment base. It was as we were driving that his comlink crackled that a high value target was spotted in Mos Eisley Spaceport. He told me I might be seeing some action pretty quickly. We arrived at the spaceport and were quickly directed by an imperial spy that a suspected Jedi and his apprentice were about to take off from a loading bay. But, just as we got out the ship blasted into space.

After this incident I was entered into a recruitment camp. Initially I was deemed too uncivilized to contribute to an organized group of soldiers, so I was entered into an Imperial mental reconditioning program. It was there where I developed a love for the Empire and for the principles it stood for. After I was done with the program, I was given back my cycler because of how good a shot I was with it. I heard stories of the growing strength of the rebellion and how they had destroyed the Emperor's Death Star.

Shortly there after I participated in several battles before the fall of the Empire. Some of these include the Battle of Hoth, and the Battle of Ralltir, and finally I was part of the garrison on Endor. I was often sent early as a scout/assassin to eliminate enemy scouts and lookouts with my cycler. In the battle of Endor, I fought fiercely and killed many ewoks, but once the shield generator was destroyed I fled deeper into the woods.

I remained there for many years living off of the local flora and fauna. Then I decided I was going to find a way to get off of the forest moon of Endor. I wandered around until I located what was left of the shield generator. Then using assorted parts I was able to create a basic distress signal emitter. I began broadcasting my distress signal and within 1 week an Imperial transport came by and picked me up. They informed me of what had happened since I had been on Endor. They told me of the Emperor's death and of the rise of the New Republic. I heard of the defeat of Thrawn's forces and I also heard that a new admiral was trying to consolidate the Empire's power and create a new order. They told me that they were going to this Admiral to volunteer their services. I decided I would accompany them to see if I could assist this new admiral in any way.

Personality: When not enjoying the rush of battle or the fun of sniping, I prefer hunting and meddling with ships and droids. I am fiercely loyal to the Empire because it brings peace to the galaxy not chaos as the rebels have.

Objectives: Bring order back to the galaxy.

A Quote: "The Empire maintains order. People like you disrupt that order."

Connections to Other Characters: None

Dexterity 3D Blaster 3D Brawling Parry 3D Dodge 4D Firearms 5D (S) Tusken Cycler 6D Grenade 3D Melee Combat 4D (S) Knife 5D Melee Parry 3D Vehicle Blasters 3D	Knowledge 3D Alien Species 3D Bureaucracy 3D Languages 3D Law Enforcement 3D Planetary Systems 3D Streetwise 3D Survival 5D (S) Desert Terrain 6D Tactics 3D Willpower 3D	Mechanical 3D Astrogation 4D Capital Ship Gunnery 3D Capital Ship Piloting 4D Capital Ship Shields 3D Communications 3D Repulsorlift Operation 3D Sensors 3D Space Transports 3D Starship Gunnery 3D Starship Shields 3D
Perception 3D Bargain 3D Command 3D Con 4D Hide 4D Investigation 3D Search 3D Sneak 3D	Strength 3D Brawling 4D Climbing/Jumping 3D Lifting 3D Stamina 3D Swimming 3D	Technical 3D Armor Repair 3D Blaster Repair 4D Capital Ship Repair 3D Capital Ship Weapon Repair 3D Computer Programming/repair 3D Demolitions 3D Droid Programming 3D First Aid 3D Repulsorlift Repair 3D Security 3D

Weapons	Damage	Difficulty	Range	Ammo
Combat Knife	STR+1D+1	Easy
Imperial Munitions Heavy Blaster Pistol	5D+1		3-7/25/50	25
Tuskan Cycler (With Scope)	4D	Fire Control: +1D Fire Rate: 2	3-30/100/300	12

Brog'an Morrison

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