El Capitán
Captain Pal Veda. Smuggler, bounty hunter, rebel. He had done a little bit of everything over the years.
Pal had favored the blaster pistol since he was young, training on the Bounty Hunter’s Moon. He was just a kid then, and the blaster was the equalizer. Of course they periodically made him put the gun down and learn how to fight on his feet and, more importantly, on the ground. What set his training apart from the traditional bounty hunter was his teachers. There was the pseudo-Mandalorian Dreyas, an advanced lifelike droid with an artificial intelligence that mimicked human thinking nearly perfectly. Pracid Trip, formerly known as Jedi Master Prasad, a gray Force user who grew discontent with the Jedi Order and sought to make a name for himself in a less reputable, but much more profitable, profession. And of course the actual Mandalorians. Dreyas favored heavy melee weapons — a vibro-axe being one of his favorites — in no doubt due to his robotic strength. Pracid escaped the Temple with his lightsaber and never hesitated to use it when confronting a Jedi or Sith target. That is all to say that Pal Veda was no stranger to hand-to-hand combat using a variety of staffs, swords, and axes, and he had even attempted to wield a lightsaber from time to time.
That seemed like a lifetime ago. Now in his mid-thirties — wait, really? — he knew those skills were rusty at best. He could outdraw Cad Bane and wrestle a gundark, and he stayed in about the best shape a man in his profession could manage. But a lightsaber in close proximity could spell the end for him. After one hell of a mission with Valery Noble to shut down a slavery ring out of Corellia, he had begrudgingly asked her for help to ready him for the inevitable encounters he would have with Sith as part of his contract work for the Alliance (and beyond). Once she finished laughing, she had made the call to set up this meeting with her fellow Jedi Master
Jonyna Si
, the new Sentinel of Harmony at the Jedi Order.
So here he stood, in an off-site Jedi training facility, changing into some sort of training jumpsuit, readying himself for the pain that would soon come his way.
Pal had favored the blaster pistol since he was young, training on the Bounty Hunter’s Moon. He was just a kid then, and the blaster was the equalizer. Of course they periodically made him put the gun down and learn how to fight on his feet and, more importantly, on the ground. What set his training apart from the traditional bounty hunter was his teachers. There was the pseudo-Mandalorian Dreyas, an advanced lifelike droid with an artificial intelligence that mimicked human thinking nearly perfectly. Pracid Trip, formerly known as Jedi Master Prasad, a gray Force user who grew discontent with the Jedi Order and sought to make a name for himself in a less reputable, but much more profitable, profession. And of course the actual Mandalorians. Dreyas favored heavy melee weapons — a vibro-axe being one of his favorites — in no doubt due to his robotic strength. Pracid escaped the Temple with his lightsaber and never hesitated to use it when confronting a Jedi or Sith target. That is all to say that Pal Veda was no stranger to hand-to-hand combat using a variety of staffs, swords, and axes, and he had even attempted to wield a lightsaber from time to time.
That seemed like a lifetime ago. Now in his mid-thirties — wait, really? — he knew those skills were rusty at best. He could outdraw Cad Bane and wrestle a gundark, and he stayed in about the best shape a man in his profession could manage. But a lightsaber in close proximity could spell the end for him. After one hell of a mission with Valery Noble to shut down a slavery ring out of Corellia, he had begrudgingly asked her for help to ready him for the inevitable encounters he would have with Sith as part of his contract work for the Alliance (and beyond). Once she finished laughing, she had made the call to set up this meeting with her fellow Jedi Master
Jonyna Si
, the new Sentinel of Harmony at the Jedi Order. So here he stood, in an off-site Jedi training facility, changing into some sort of training jumpsuit, readying himself for the pain that would soon come his way.
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