Rellan Shard

[Onrai]

RELLAN SHARD​

Name: Rellan Shard
Codename: Rave
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Species: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 160 lbs.
Eyes: Mismatched. Her left is a cornflower blue while her right is a sea green.
Hair: Shoulder length, brown.
Skin: White, sometimes tan.
Force Sensitive: No.





Strengths: Loyal, dedicated to a fault to friends while harsh and judgmental to those she cares little for. Rellan was genetically made by her parents to be 'perfect', though the end result left much to be desired. Rellan is charming and loud, never really one to filter her own through process now that her time in the Republic Army is done and gone. Her combat ability and perceptive awareness makes her an excellent strategist, something that made her time in Freedom Squad much easier. She can also hold her booze like no one's business and takes great pride in her physical strength.

Weaknesses: Rellan is still developing herself and doesn't know much about how the universe works. Her time in Freedom Squad showed her how ugly things could get and as a result she's grown quite bitter and snarky. The Republic Military taught Rellan to be a better soldier, but in many ways she's still quite green and inexperienced. She's also brash and very confident in her ability, with the thought of losing never really crossing her mind in any given circumstance.

Build: Slim, athletic and sculpted. Her training in various martial arts has left very little room for body fat and with plenty of corded muscle. Her deceptively compact figure is shapely, toned, and lithe as a blade from years of training, slender but very powerful.

Distinguishing Marks: Tongue Piercing. She also has scars all over her body from various battles and fights she's incurred from her younger years while training and fighting on Coruscant. Rellan looks upon those scars as medals, each holding a memory of how she survived a certain situation or how she handled someone particularly nasty. Rellan also has a holographic tattoo, one of a phoenix, colored red, orange and gold. From what Rellan was told, the small bottle that contained the liquid for her special tattoo held a trillion tiny little microscopic holographic projectors suspended in a neutral medium. Each projector was color-coded via the needle interface as it was injected. The projectors sent their individual little images through the lower layer of the skin and formed the image one infinitesimal dot at a time. The final product looked like it was hovering just a millimeter below the surface. It swept from Rellan's shoulder to down her back, its tail began as the form reached the lower curve of her spine, several long and delicate feathers spreading on each side to the outer curve of her hips. The tattoo moves with Rellan and seems alive.

Miscellaneous Talents: CQC Expert, Expert Marksman, Explosives Expert, Decent cook, Can speak several languages, Triple jointed.

Personality: Focus and driven, all that's known about Rellan's personality is how she shows herself to everyone; cold, distant and professional. In truth is mostly an act, a defense mechanism because of how socially awkward she is. Rellan doesn't like speaking about her opinions, and rarely likes speaking at all because she's afraid she'll sound dumb when she does, especially given her rather thick accent. So she masks this by using various techniques; from her patented 'Death Glare' when she's irritated to downright growling when she's angry. However, she also has an oddly charming, charismatic atmosphere when she's happy, relaxed or drunk, though in a swashbuckling sort of way. Despite her sometimes rough ways of speech, inside, Rellan is a genius - although her ingenuity runs more along the ways of Wile E. Coyote than Albert Einstein. She is a tough-as-nails fighter in not only her punishing style of her chosen martial arts, but in all manners of the word.





Ship: N/A

Biography: Rellan grew up in Galactic City though she never saw most of it until she was a teenager. Her childhood was spent in a vast maze of labs and tunnels underneath her parent's mansion, usually accompanied by either her parents or her bodyguard, an Twi'lek named Raye who was much older than Rellan but still very much a child in the eyes of her people. Rellan could never remember a moment of her life without the young Twi'lek by her side and never questioned her presence. She was a comfort to Rellan who, as the years passed, grew restless and increasingly angry, though the feeling seemed to pop up at the most random times and usually around her parents.

Rellan couldn't understand it and was afraid to go to her mother and father. Raye was her only source of comfort and while Rellan knew that her Twi'lek companion was wise even she couldn't help the young blond with her random feelings of anger. It was here, at such a tender age, that Rellan learned to suppress her feelings, to mask her emotions at the best of her abilities. She didn't speak out and rarely raised her voice beyond a calm, serene manner. This trait would continue later on in her years and become almost a trademark when dealing with the her.

When she around the age of six, Rellan's parents told their daughter something that Rellan had suspected for a long time; that she was special and was made to do great things. She was a child, of course, and wanted nothing more than to be 'someone' important. After all, she only knew her parents and Raye and Rellan was more than ready to prove to them that she was a Big Girl, old enough to do Big Things. Her parents warned her that they had to run tests on her and that it wasn't going to be pleasant. They told her that she would cry sometimes, and that she had to work through her problems herself. Despite it sounding scary, Rellan knew in her heart that she could do it. She would make her parents and Raye proud.

So, at six years old, Rellan was put through the paces. Blood tests, scans, being strapped to chairs and shocked. She ran through every exercise test they gave her and it was only at night when Raye curled around her that Rellan let herself cry. Somewhere deep inside she knew this was, in some way, wrong but she didn't know why. Raye very rarely spoke about what Rellan was going through but anytime she did it was only to speak encouragement, to make sure her young charge made it through the day so her parents could collect the data they needed.

This continued for nine years. Rellan had stopped crying after the first few years and by the time the third year came around she barely questioned the routine anymore. She was home schooled, of course, taught by Raye the ways of the Twi'lek, though this was mostly any form of hand-to-hand combat that the Twi'lek knew, as well as some of the more prominent combat forms that Raye knew was from around the galaxy. Rellan's mother, Lilian, taught her daughter the basics; reading, writing, math and science, anything that Rellan would have learned in a normal school growing up. It was clear, however, that what she was being taught bored her. Rellan liked the physical aspects of her day as opposed to sitting at a desk and learning about Galactic History or some other such boring aspect of the universe.

The day she turned fifteen, Rellan's father David told her they were going to try something special. He explained that all the training and tests that Rellan had gone through were to prepare her. Over the years they had injected her with various things that would make her more...compatible with another one of their creations. He told her that there would be one final stage before it could all take place, but he further explained that the suit was something he and her mother had been working on for years, and that she was the culmination of their hard work. Furthermore, he went on to explain that she had been genetically engineered before she was even born to be 'the perfect child'.

He then patted her head and told her that, even though they had put her through many years of hard work, she would have been the perfect daughter no matter how she'd come out.

She was introduced to the suit later on that week when her parents were ready for what they called the 'Integration Process'. The suit, dubbed The Fenix, was beautiful and rather larger than Rellan had been expecting. Even though she was rather tall herself (and still growing) she felt tiny compared to the huge thing. She stared at it for a long time, committing it to memory as much as she could before she was sat down by her parents again, listening to them as they explained how the process of her Integration was going to work. She was to be submerged in a tank of liquid after various tubed were implanted throughout her body. The liquid, in conjunction with the various chemicals they had injected inside of her over the years, would preserve her and would keep her alive while the neural implants in her head would allow her body and mind to bind with the suit.

There was more to it, Rellan knew, but her parents had cut back on much of the information in order to simplify matters for their daughter. As it was Rellan knew most of it would fly over her head anyways. She knew that she hadn't really inherited any of her parent's brainpower and instead ran more along the physical. She liked combat and guns as well as the strategy involved when fighting another in hand-to-hand. Of course the only person she could fight for real was Raye, otherwise she had to rely on the hard light constructs her father made for other 'people' to spar with.

The one question that Rellan never thought to ask was how long she would have to spend in that tube. She wouldn't have gotten an answer regardless because in the end her parents didn't know. It was the final step to make the suit they'd spent trillions of credits on and their only daughter a single entity. With the process being done, they left Raye in charge of keepin an eye on Rellan while they went back to research other ways they could improve on their design.

They designed two other suits before Lilian and David Shard met their end at the hands of an assassin. Brutally murdered in an alleyway while they were enjoying a night on the town, it simply appeared that the couple were pulled into an alley and robbed, both being shot wildly and seeming abandon. While tragic as the two were loved and admired for their charity work and contributions to the city of Galactic City, no foul play was suspected. Just a random junkie shooting and robbing two people. The man was apprehended and arrested, and the trial was quick. He was put in prison for life, where he was murdered less than a week into his sentence.

Five years Rellan spent in suspended animation with Raye watching over her young charge. With her benefactors gone Raye didn't know what was to happen but decided that she would follow her orders to her dying breath. She loved David and Lilian and, while she disagreed with some of their tactics, saw their vision for a brighter future for them all through the implementation of their suits in the form of a Peacekeeping Taskforce. She had their research and their overall goal. When Rellan came to, she would let her decide what to do now that her parents were no longer with them.

Nearing Rellan's twentieth birthday, the mansion that they were under was raided by the The Republic. After much red tape and delays on behalf of David and Lilian's lawyers in regards on what to do with the fortune left behind, information leaked to The Republic led them to believe that the Shards were, in fact, building a weapon of mass destruction underneath their mansion home. The proof was so extensive, with the nail in the coffin being faint signatures of radiation coming from almost a mile underneath the mansion. With no choice in the matter the lawyers of the deceased backed down and were present when the search went down, as per their contract.

What they found astounded them.

David and Lilian, though their main work was on their daughter and the Fenix Suits, worked on many, many other things to try and better the world around them. Most of what they made were weapons, though a few medical devices and various medical vaccines were found as well. Wall to wall, the technology they developed was often tagged as 'too expensive/no mass production' or 'unwieldy'. It wasn't until they infiltrated the last room that they discovered their main project that set them back on their heels; a girl suspended in a tank with three suits around her.

And a very angry, very protective Twi'lek.

She didn't want to fight but was fully prepared to do so, battle ready in moments at the sight of these unknown intruders. Normally she would have been cuffed and tossed into the nearest secure cell for her protection and theirs for being an unknown and clearly combat capable, but instead she was allowed to stay if she gave them her cooperation in information regarding what actually happened in the labs. It while it took awhile for them to convince her that they were not their to harm the girl in the tank, nor were they there to kill her but in the end she agreed. They told Raye that it was the faint radiation signature they found that worried them. She told them her name and what the signature was and what it was for; the powering of the suits for the girl in the tank, named Rellan Shard, daughter of David and Lilian.

Raye further explained that she was in something called the 'Integration Process', which linked the girl to the suits around her. She explained why Rellan was in the tank in the first place and though it looked much like torture, what with all the tubes that were linked into her and the angry scars that seemed more prominent in the liquid, it actually wasn't. Upon reading David and Lilian's notes she also came to the conclusion that each suit could be used by Rellan right off the bat, but would have to go through the 'Integration Process' for each one to fully unlock it's potential. What that actually meant she had no idea, but she had her own thoughts on the matter she didn't feel like sharing.

It took months for the The Republic military to go through and catalog all the technology that David and Lilian had invented or improved on. During that time they kept a close eye on Rellan and Raye, who refused to move from her charge's side. The radiation signature (found to be different from any radiation in the known galaxy and therefore dubbed 'Xerron') they found wasn't dangerous on the level it was at and was, in all actuality, getting weaker. Even as they monitored the higher ups debated on what to actually do with Rellan and Raye. After extensive research through the notes and datapads left behind by David and Lilian it was concluded that, while they weren't actually making a weapon of mass destruction they were meddling deep into illegal research, especially since it involved this new radiation and...whatever they were actually doing to their own daughter.

The suits were taken away and Raye feared how Rellan would react to them being not being in her proximity in regards to the Integration Process. The fear was unfounded as, really, nothing happened. The scientists that were working on what was actually happening with Rellan soon discovered a subharmonic frequency emitting from her person (though from where inside of Rellan's body they didn't know) that seemed directly connected to only one of the suits, the one Raye had pointed out to be the first that David and Lilian had built, dubbed Fenix V1. It was a week after the signal was discovered, however, was when Rellan herself was forcibly ejected from the tube, with the nutrient liquid she was suspended in almost evaporating the instant it touched air.

Rellan was unconscious, and the various tubes that were in her were quickly pulled out and the girl was shipped to a hospital. Raye objected to the move but was overridden by the on site doctors when her young charge started to have seizures. The transfer to the nearest hospital was quick, though Raye still objected. She told them that Rellan had never actually been outside and she had no idea how she would react since she was in what was essentially a sealed bunker. It was a unique situation, but Rellan, despite being unconscious, seemed to have no problems being outside of the only home she'd known for as long as she'd been alive and her body adapted to the outside fairly well.

Despite that Rellan remained in a coma for several weeks before waking up in a whole new world. Raye was with her, of course, but her environment, the sounds around her, the smells and sights...they were all new. It was much to assimilate and Rellan could barely speak for almost a week. But Raye was right there, an anchor for her to grasp onto as her mind began to process her new reality. It was Raye that told her how long she'd been in that tube, that her parents were dead and she was now the sole inheritor of a trillion credit company that was, as far as Raye could tell, running quite smoothly despite the unfortunate demise of her parents. While her grandparents were informed of Rellan's existence and how she actually came to be, none of them came to see her for reasons that still remain unknown. Rellan didn't take any of the news delivered well but kept her demeanor schooled. She didn't want to appear weak, after all, and refused to cry when others were around.

She just needed time. That was it.

Except that was probably the on commodity she didn't have. A month into her recovery, the Republic military approached Rellan while she was exercising and trying to regain full use of her body. They wanted the various tech that Rellan know knew were hers and asked for permission in trying to replicate the weapons and medicines that her parents had researched. The answer wasn't immediate, but Rellan merely smiled, her accent thick with amusement.

"Sure, ah got no problem lettin' ya take whatcha need." A beat. "Butcha gotta do meh ah favah in return."

Her favor? To be apart of The Republic.

She didn't know why, but the pull was there. She wanted, needed to help and she knew that her place wasn't behind a desk at some company she knew nothing about. She wouldn't deny her name nor her legacy, though, and gladly accepted the power that came with it. But even though she could have lived the rest of her life in luxury and buy an planet somewhere, something inside of Rellan made her scoff at such an idea. That simply wasn't who she was. And while her favor had to be submitted to people way about the pay grade of those she had asked, her answer came soon enough.

A six month psych evaluation was to be given, mandatory if Rellan was to join the military. She gladly accepted, spending months on end being drilled on her knowledge, her behavior observed and her reactions noted and recorded. She found she very much appreciated any sort of privacy she could get but endured. The evaluation she was being given was twice as invasive as any other because of her past and for that she couldn't blame them. She was, essentially, an genetically engineered abomination. Raye would have scolded her for calling herself such, but it's how Rellan felt. Though she supposed, in the end, she felt slightly more human for it.

At the end of the psych evaluation Rellan was found to be fit for duty, the only real downside to her personality was her lack of social skills of any sort. Rellan spoke her mind, for better or worse, but her personality was acceptable and she took to 'doing the right thing' more often than not. The conclusion was that her being trained as a soldier would be a benefit for her personality, and her physical and mental prowess could be nothing but sharpened in her time among other people where she could, hopefully, learn not to immediately speak the first thing on her mind.

And so it was that Rellan spent the next seventy days in boot camp in training to be a Republic Soldier.

She was an oddity, but she was good. Her instructors were impressed on just about every level except her social abilities. The girl could talk, sure, but she had no tact. This lack of social grace had gotten the girl into her fair share of scraps and misunderstandings and severely threatened her ability to advance in higher ranking unless she did something about it.

Rellan knew she had advantages over the other recruits. She was 'genetically perfect', as her parents had once said, and was stronger than your average human. She was a crack shot with just about any weapon given to her and she could dismantle any gun given to her and reassemble it in record time. Even alien weapons were dismantled and put together quickly, though much less so than someone that was actually familiar with them.

It was in that time training that Rellan got her body back into fighting shape. She'd spent to long in that tube that she felt weak and odd on her own two feet. Her body seemed so unfamiliar for so long after she woke up from her coma that it actually took her a bit to figure out she'd grown much taller than she was before. She stood almost six feet tall and had a figure that one of her fellow soldiers had called 'amazonian'. She was pretty sure that was a good thing in her mind, though she could see how many women would find it slightly offensive.

It was in boot that she also took away many other talents, such as her ability to dance and cook. She loved to do both and became quite good at each respective talent, though she really didn't like to be the center of attention as would normally happen when she hit the dance floor. Still, she never passed up a chance to let loose, especially when she began to realize that she garnered quite a bit of attention from the various females that watched her dance.

Upon graduation from Boot Camp she had her mandatory ten days leave. She choose to use that to catch up with Raye, who had taken a small apartment off base so she could be close. She enjoyed the company and the food. Raye often commented on how well that Rellan was taking to being in 'the real world' to only a snort of disagreement. Her social awkwardness was legendary at boot and only the soldiers with the thickest of skins would even attempt to talk to her. Still, she had more than a few friends and Rellan quickly learned how to add that 'filter' everyone had been talking to her about when conversing with another being. It slipped up every now and again, but it was there.

Raye was pleased with the transformation that Rellan had gone through in such a short period of time. She knew that her charge was young and brash but she loved the blond all the same, even being as rough around the edges as she was. She knew that even though the girl got into fights at the drop of a hat and had a temper on her she was still that same energetic little brat that learned far too early in life that one could get farther if they kept calm and never raised their voice. Now she even used that to seem even more intimidating, if such a thing were possible.

The day before she was going to return to base and report to duty, Raye and Rellan were visited by Rellan's Commanding Officer, a man named Damon Sela'i, as well as the man that had spearheaded the operation into Rellan's former home, Commander Julian Sisqo. Julian was one of the few that had read up on Rellan's profile and knew that her talents lay elsewhere than the Republic. He'd watched her while she was in boot and understood her past...or at least held a sympathetic ear for it. He knew that she was socially awkward and while that could hinder her he also knew that she would be better off using her talents...elsewhere, perhaps training with the more elite soldiers of the Republic, maybe even train with the Jedi.

Damon Sela'i, however, said he was there to be the voice of reason. He was there at boot when they were running the live obstacle course. Rellan was all set to break the course record for fastest completion time but instead doubled back when another marine had taken a shot to the leg. She completed the course much later yet had received the most praise and was used as an example to other marines on how to treat your fellow soldier. The shot was staged, of course, to see who would help that particular recruit.

Sela'i went on to explain that the suit that was directly linked to Rellan by the subharmonic frequencies was another route she could take and would, perhaps, make it easier to get ranked up higher, faster. Republic Military Scientists had been all over David and Lilian's notes and still couldn't make heads or tales of what they were looking at. Sela'i said that perhaps she was needed there, and with her help they could even replicate the suits to fulfill David and Lilian's vision of a Peacekeeping Taskforce, one that could potentially do a whole lot of good for the galaxy in general.

Though, he also warned, that in the end it could all be for naught. Her presence may or may not be required to function the suit and he reasoned that, perhaps, it was only a matter of time before they cracked the puzzle that her parents had made up.

They left soon after explaining her options and Rellan was at a loss. Either take up the offer to train with the elite, or travel to the same place and be subject to test after test again in an effort to get the suit to to work. Raye offered that maybe she should go with the third option, which was report back to base for duty and be assigned somewhere. Maybe, she reasoned, she was torn because Rellan felt that she wasn't qualified for something like Julian had suggested just yet, as she hasn't been on any missions or anything of the sort to prove herself. And Raye knew without asking that Rellan didn't want to go back to being a guinea pig like she'd been for nine years of her life.

And Rellan realized she was right. She was unvetted and to throw her into something like whatever Julian had in mine didn't sit right with her, advantages or not. Maybe it was her stubborn pride but she wanted to prove that she was worth her salt out in the field and not just because she was genetically gifted. Nor did she want to linger in her past with her parents dream and the Fenix Suits. If there ever came a time when she was able to harness them, she would. But for now, she was simply a marine looking to earn her stripes. Which is what she told Commander Sisqo and Sela'i when they came back to her. Sisqo was unsurprised, though Sela'i was more than a little frustrated by the decision. With a small wink, Sisqo told Rellan he'd see her bright and early back at base the next day, and they both left.

Her days in Marine Combat Training were rough but enjoyable. She excelled in the physical aspects of her time there and rarely had any problems with other marines. She even helped out in the hand-to-hand combat portion of the training and worked with other marines that were having problems during her precious off time. And while Rellan didn't do the 'intellectual' part of it well she excelled in tactics and strategy. It was during MCT that she was given the codename 'Snow White' due to her pale skin, though most simply called her 'Snow', due to her ice cold personality when forming strategies that ruthlessly purged the other team of their pride. A few of her 'plays' were even added to the books for implementation, despite Rellan admitting she was simply 'improving' on older, more relied on techniques and strategies.

When MCT was done with she was once again approached by Commander Sisqo, this time being personally recruited by him to train with a squad of five others. He told her that her exemplary performance in MCT had allowed him to handpick her to be on a squad that answered directly to him. He also told her that the scientists had cracked how to power the suit up and get it in motion, though only for a short time before it shut down. They theorized that, while they could power the suit up the power core would simply shut down if there wasn't a properer command established with the person it was 'connected' with. It was all gibberish to Rellan, who simply shrugged it off and inquired more about the squad.

Dubbed 'Freedom', this squad would answer directly to him. He told the squad their purpose and how they would pick their leader. First, their objective; to find and purge any known activity of slavers. He didn't know who the orders were handed down from but this squad would travel the galaxy, undercover and off the radar, and find known slavers and pacify them with extreme prejudice. To some of them the orders sounded hinkey but went along anyways. To Rellan it smelled something foul but set that aside. She didn't like the thought of slavers and decided that she would go along with it if only to get rid of that sort of evil one man at a time.

Almost as an afterthought (and a slight wink to Rellan), Commander Sisqo told them that they themselves would decide who would lead them...after they all fought each other in a battle royal for it. Rellan rolled her eyes, though her smile was quite evident.

For a year Rellan led the team all over the galaxy. For a year her view of said galaxy declined to almost nothing. The atrocities she saw were unfathomable. She did her best to complete her missions and come away unscathed but it was becoming more and more difficult. She kept her team alive as best she could and after that long year brought them all home to their families. Physically they were alive, she knew that much. But mentally she didn't even know where she was at. She saw so much pain and suffering that it was hard to wade through her own mind sometimes and it became so hard to sleep when she was home, safe in her own bed. Raye was incredibly happy to see her young charge, but was frightened at the change in the woman's mismatched eyes. They were haunted, and she hated seeing that spark extinguished so much.

She got the help she needed, however, to mentally overcome her year of Hell. Rellan was stubborn but knew that if she needed help she'd get it. The other members of Freedom also survived to varying degrees of success, though most did their best to leave the military after that particular op. It was then that Commander Sisqo approached her again, this time to congratulate her on her victory. He went on to explain that while she saw the dismal and dark the universe had to offer, the nature of her mission never allowed her to stay and watch as those newly freed people went on to live, getting the treatment they needed and training they desperately deserved to help themselves.

"You made a difference," he said, lighting up a cigar and handing her one, watching the young woman take it and light it up with a look of pure bliss on her face. "Never believe that you didn't. You survived, and you brought everyone home. You can't ask for much more than that, can you?"

Several months later saw Julian Sisqo killed in what was dubbed a 'accidental explosion' when his ship was leaving port. Soon after she was getting reports about the various members of her crew dying under mysterious circumstances. Her instincts told her to seek help, but Freedom Squad was 'off the books', as it were, and with Julian gone there wasn't anyone to run to. Filled with rage that everything she'd worked so hard for was being stripped away so easily, Rellan marched to Sela'i and gave him an ultimatum; help her, or lose her.

His silence was her only answer, and her absence from Coruscant (along with The Tank Fenix Suit), was his.





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