Loharr Talem
Legendary Member
Character Backstory: Apprentice Loharr Talem
Importance: First Force Assisted Kill
Year: 144 ABY
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Loharr sat there, across from Dana Caranna in the busy cantina, several bounty pucks on the table between them. Several years had passed since Loharr had killed the Rodian, and he had since gained several more kills and brought in quite a few other bounties, and was starting to earn quite the cache of credits.
“So…. Loharr… who will you choose this time?” Dana asked, tapping at the bounty pucks. “There is a pirate who skipped bail a few settlements over, a Governors’ son who killed a small group of religious worshippers in a fit of rage several systems over and is hiding nearby, and there is the drug lord who controls spice distribution on the other side of the planet. All of which are nice targets, and each offer a nice sum of credits…”
Loharr sat there, thinking, for he had an interesting choice ahead of him. There wasn’t much difference in reward, so the only real difference was renown gained. Loharr didn’t like the idea of being well known. In his opinion, it would make his job harder to do if people knew who he was. As he thought, his mind drifted.
His mind drifted continuously, but there was no solid destination. His mind was simply… blank.
After a few moments, Dana attempted to get Loharr’s attention by tapping his shoulder, in which the young boy instinctively reached forward and picked up a bounty puck at random. He didn’t care which one it was, because in the end, they all paid.
“Are you sure?” Dana asked.
“I’m sure.” Loharr said, not knowing who he picked and not caring one bit. “Let’s just get it over with….”
Loharr stood up as he grabbed his gear, a holocommunicator and a durasteel shortsword.”I’ll be back soon.” Loharr said, “Don’t wait up for me, we both have jobs to do….”
“I wouldn’t dream of it…” Dana said, picking up her own bounty puck. “Get on with it…”
Loharr nodded as he exited the cantina, and as he did, he turned on the bounty puck to see who had the misfortune of being his target this time. It was the drug lord. How interesting… This would be challenging. He loves challenges.
The target was on the other side of the planet, which meant a bit of travel, but that didn’t really bother Loharr. He wandered his way down the road, finding himself at the edge of the settlement quickly, where he found a speeder bike. It was unattended, and it WAS finders-keepers.
He jumped onto the speeder bike and hit the accelerator, getting up to speed very quickly. The plains of Dantooine passed by Loharr quickly, and even the odd jungle here and there, but those weren’t that uncommon a sight on the planet, so there was no need to be bothered with them. He continued on for a full day, not stopping until he reached the settlement his target was supposed to be in.
The settlement was not small, but a rather sizable one. Maybe several thousand people living there, maybe more. As he got off the speeder bike, Loharr pushed it away, for its purpose was concluded for him. Now, it was time for him to do his job.
He put his shortsword down his pant leg, which would force him to keep it straight. He would use this to his advantage, as he would fake an injury and make it seem as if he was really not worth paying attention to.
Next up, Loharr straight-leg limped his way around the settlement, listening for clues on where one could acquire spice. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long at all, as it seemed the number 1 location to visit in the settlement was the nightclub, where spice was consumed quite openly.
That is where he would likely find his target, and so, away Loharr ‘limped’. As he approached the entrance to the club, the bouncer stopped him. Of course…. He was too young to get in by conventional means… so, he reached into his pocket and produced a hefty handful of credits. The bouncer of course took the credits and looked the other way as Loharr entered the night club.
Inside, the music from the band was loud, and the rumors were quite true. There was spice everywhere in this place. In vials, camtonos, on tables… everywhere. Due to this, no one in the place seemed to mind or care that a kid was in the place.
With this to his advantage, Loharr slowly made his way through the club, eventually making his way to the back, where there were guards, and that’s when Loharr let it loose. He pretended that he was under the influence of the spice and acted nauseous. This made the guards a little unnerved, and against their better judgment, they brought Loharr into the back and gave him some medicine and a stim shot. One of the guards returned to their post, and the other stayed to watch over Loharr. Big mistake.
After several minutes of acting sick from spice consumption, Loharr asked the guard to get him a glass of water. The guard obliged and Loharr made his move. He quickly got up, pulling the shortsword out from his pant leg, and charged at the guard. By the time the guard turned around, Loharr was already there, and his sword was through the guard.
The guard barely managed to squeeze out a whimper as he fell to the ground, dropping the glass as he did so. Loharr was able to catch the glass with the Force before it shattered against the ground, but set it down anyway. Now, Loharr was free to do as he needed.
He cleaned the crimson liquid from the shortsword using the guards own clothing, and began to move through the dimly lit hallways of the club, which was useful for hiding his weapon. Eventually, he found his way to the main office, where the drug lord would likely be, but inside the office was empty. Not good… now he would need to wait.
As he waited, the music from the club permeated the air and shook the ground. His patience, not as developed as it would be in the future, was starting to run thin after several minutes of doing nothing, then the door opened. His hiding spot behind a nearby plant with large leaves obstructed his body.
In through the door, a large, overweight Trandoshan paraded in, clearly inebriated through excessive libations. He shambled over to his desk, apparently searching for something upon its surface. Was it a datapad? Spare credits? Loharr didn’t care.
Reaching through the Force, Loharr activated the door, closing it. This sent the Trandoshan into a brief panic, before regaining composure.
“Mussa been muh guardsh…..” He slurred, before returning to searching his desk.
At this moment, Loharr stepped forward from the shadows, a rather leafy shadow admittedly, but a shadow nonetheless, his shortsword ready to strike. He rushed forward, prepared to kill, and with all his might, buried the blade deep into the side of the fat Trandoshan.
The Trandoshan threw his head back with force, roaring out with pain flailing his arms about. He spun around, immediately spotting the little gutter rat that had stabbed him, and slammed his arms into Loharr, throwing the young assassin into the nearby wall.
It hurt a bit.
As Loharr lay on the floor, propped up against the wall, rather uncomfortably, he looked up to see the Trandoshan pulling the shortsword from his side, dripping with the green blood that Trandoshans were known to have. The overweight Trandoshan dropped the shortsword to the ground with a metallic clang, splattering more green blood across the floor.
“Wha’s thish? A shmall child?” The Trandoshan managed to say, before realizing what was happening. “Wha…?! You? An assasshin? Hilarioush… Looks like I get to kill you now…”
The Trandoshan took several steps forward, reaching down to pick Loharr up by the neck, squeezing as he did so. Loharr squeaked and whimpered, as his face was slowly darkening as blood flow was being suddenly, and harshly, restricted by the Trandoshan before him. He needed to act quickly.
Lifting his legs, he wrapped them around the Trandoshan’s arm, grappling it with poor efficiency, given the massive physical strength difference between the two, but strength wasn’t what Loharr was going for.
Pulling a knife from his sleeve, Loharr hastily stabbed into the Trandoshan’s arm several times, before burying the blade into the reptilians’ chest. The pain from the numerous stab wounds was enough to get the Lizardman to drop the little assassin, who smacked into the floor with a rather solid thud. The Trandoshan, now screaming obscenities while in pain, his cries being drowned out by the music, pulled the knife from his chest, and tossed it off to the side, just like he did the shortsword earlier.
It was unfortunately, at this moment, that the Trandoshan felt he had had enough. He pulled out a blaster and aimed it at Loharr, who was currently on his back, his breath knocked out of him.
“I’ve had enough of youses…” The Trandoshan said, slurring far less than he had before. It seemed beings stabbed several times had quite the sobering effect. As he said this, he put his foot on Loharr’s throat.
Loharr, struggling to speak, managed to squeak out a few, unintelligible words.
“Huh? Wha’re you trynna say?” The Trandoshan asked, applying a bit more pressure to Loharr’s neck, before relieving the pressure.
The little assassin was quite relieved to be able to breathe, now that he could do so again. He didn’t like the sensation of not being able to do so. So, he took a deep breath. He felt now was the best moment for a snarky comment.
“Are you sure… you’ve had enough?” Loharr rasped.
That question was enough to have the Trandoshan roar in rage, applying pressure to Loharr’s throat once more, and aiming the barrel of the blaster at the young assassins’ face. Loharr, acting quickly, turned his eyes to look at the knife that the Trandoshan had tossed aside.
He reached his hand out, grasping for it, but it was far out of his reach. He had to do it, he needed to reach the knife. He would die if he failed. So, in a moment of sheer hope and dumb luck, Loharr reached out through the Force, gripping the knife, and in one swift motion, launched the stationary, melee weapon at the Trandoshan.
Distracted with a fair bit of tunnel vision, the Trandoshan failed to realize Loharr had done anything. In fact, he didn’t realize anything until he was laying flat on his back, his neck feeling a sensation like flowing water over it, with his vision suddenly fading to black. He had fired off the blaster, but the amount of libations he had imbibed seemed to severely hinder his aim, as the blaster bolt landed maybe a foot from Loharr’s head.
Loharr, scrambling to his feet and backing away, looked down at the Trandoshan, now bleeding out on the floor, his throat cut wide open. A pool of green blood slowly growing larger and larger around the numerous stab wounds and cuts on the fat Lizardmans body.
Panting heavily and sore, Loharr picked up both his shortsword and knife, the latter of which was now on the far side of the room, having been thrown not half a minute earlier. He turned to the door, fearing guards would come running after the blaster had gone off, but it seems his saving grace was the nightclubs’ music.
It was so loud that it had not only drowned out the sound of the Trandoshans’ screaming, but the blaster shot as well.
With the job now done, Loharr swiftly and stealthily made his exit from the nightclub, and returned to the speeder bike that he had used to travel to the settlement. With this job completed, he was now headed back to Mosa Town, where a warm meal awaited him, paid for using the money from this mission.
Life was good…. For now.
Importance: First Force Assisted Kill
Year: 144 ABY
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Loharr sat there, across from Dana Caranna in the busy cantina, several bounty pucks on the table between them. Several years had passed since Loharr had killed the Rodian, and he had since gained several more kills and brought in quite a few other bounties, and was starting to earn quite the cache of credits.
“So…. Loharr… who will you choose this time?” Dana asked, tapping at the bounty pucks. “There is a pirate who skipped bail a few settlements over, a Governors’ son who killed a small group of religious worshippers in a fit of rage several systems over and is hiding nearby, and there is the drug lord who controls spice distribution on the other side of the planet. All of which are nice targets, and each offer a nice sum of credits…”
Loharr sat there, thinking, for he had an interesting choice ahead of him. There wasn’t much difference in reward, so the only real difference was renown gained. Loharr didn’t like the idea of being well known. In his opinion, it would make his job harder to do if people knew who he was. As he thought, his mind drifted.
His mind drifted continuously, but there was no solid destination. His mind was simply… blank.
After a few moments, Dana attempted to get Loharr’s attention by tapping his shoulder, in which the young boy instinctively reached forward and picked up a bounty puck at random. He didn’t care which one it was, because in the end, they all paid.
“Are you sure?” Dana asked.
“I’m sure.” Loharr said, not knowing who he picked and not caring one bit. “Let’s just get it over with….”
Loharr stood up as he grabbed his gear, a holocommunicator and a durasteel shortsword.”I’ll be back soon.” Loharr said, “Don’t wait up for me, we both have jobs to do….”
“I wouldn’t dream of it…” Dana said, picking up her own bounty puck. “Get on with it…”
Loharr nodded as he exited the cantina, and as he did, he turned on the bounty puck to see who had the misfortune of being his target this time. It was the drug lord. How interesting… This would be challenging. He loves challenges.
The target was on the other side of the planet, which meant a bit of travel, but that didn’t really bother Loharr. He wandered his way down the road, finding himself at the edge of the settlement quickly, where he found a speeder bike. It was unattended, and it WAS finders-keepers.
He jumped onto the speeder bike and hit the accelerator, getting up to speed very quickly. The plains of Dantooine passed by Loharr quickly, and even the odd jungle here and there, but those weren’t that uncommon a sight on the planet, so there was no need to be bothered with them. He continued on for a full day, not stopping until he reached the settlement his target was supposed to be in.
The settlement was not small, but a rather sizable one. Maybe several thousand people living there, maybe more. As he got off the speeder bike, Loharr pushed it away, for its purpose was concluded for him. Now, it was time for him to do his job.
He put his shortsword down his pant leg, which would force him to keep it straight. He would use this to his advantage, as he would fake an injury and make it seem as if he was really not worth paying attention to.
Next up, Loharr straight-leg limped his way around the settlement, listening for clues on where one could acquire spice. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long at all, as it seemed the number 1 location to visit in the settlement was the nightclub, where spice was consumed quite openly.
That is where he would likely find his target, and so, away Loharr ‘limped’. As he approached the entrance to the club, the bouncer stopped him. Of course…. He was too young to get in by conventional means… so, he reached into his pocket and produced a hefty handful of credits. The bouncer of course took the credits and looked the other way as Loharr entered the night club.
Inside, the music from the band was loud, and the rumors were quite true. There was spice everywhere in this place. In vials, camtonos, on tables… everywhere. Due to this, no one in the place seemed to mind or care that a kid was in the place.
With this to his advantage, Loharr slowly made his way through the club, eventually making his way to the back, where there were guards, and that’s when Loharr let it loose. He pretended that he was under the influence of the spice and acted nauseous. This made the guards a little unnerved, and against their better judgment, they brought Loharr into the back and gave him some medicine and a stim shot. One of the guards returned to their post, and the other stayed to watch over Loharr. Big mistake.
After several minutes of acting sick from spice consumption, Loharr asked the guard to get him a glass of water. The guard obliged and Loharr made his move. He quickly got up, pulling the shortsword out from his pant leg, and charged at the guard. By the time the guard turned around, Loharr was already there, and his sword was through the guard.
The guard barely managed to squeeze out a whimper as he fell to the ground, dropping the glass as he did so. Loharr was able to catch the glass with the Force before it shattered against the ground, but set it down anyway. Now, Loharr was free to do as he needed.
He cleaned the crimson liquid from the shortsword using the guards own clothing, and began to move through the dimly lit hallways of the club, which was useful for hiding his weapon. Eventually, he found his way to the main office, where the drug lord would likely be, but inside the office was empty. Not good… now he would need to wait.
As he waited, the music from the club permeated the air and shook the ground. His patience, not as developed as it would be in the future, was starting to run thin after several minutes of doing nothing, then the door opened. His hiding spot behind a nearby plant with large leaves obstructed his body.
In through the door, a large, overweight Trandoshan paraded in, clearly inebriated through excessive libations. He shambled over to his desk, apparently searching for something upon its surface. Was it a datapad? Spare credits? Loharr didn’t care.
Reaching through the Force, Loharr activated the door, closing it. This sent the Trandoshan into a brief panic, before regaining composure.
“Mussa been muh guardsh…..” He slurred, before returning to searching his desk.
At this moment, Loharr stepped forward from the shadows, a rather leafy shadow admittedly, but a shadow nonetheless, his shortsword ready to strike. He rushed forward, prepared to kill, and with all his might, buried the blade deep into the side of the fat Trandoshan.
The Trandoshan threw his head back with force, roaring out with pain flailing his arms about. He spun around, immediately spotting the little gutter rat that had stabbed him, and slammed his arms into Loharr, throwing the young assassin into the nearby wall.
It hurt a bit.
As Loharr lay on the floor, propped up against the wall, rather uncomfortably, he looked up to see the Trandoshan pulling the shortsword from his side, dripping with the green blood that Trandoshans were known to have. The overweight Trandoshan dropped the shortsword to the ground with a metallic clang, splattering more green blood across the floor.
“Wha’s thish? A shmall child?” The Trandoshan managed to say, before realizing what was happening. “Wha…?! You? An assasshin? Hilarioush… Looks like I get to kill you now…”
The Trandoshan took several steps forward, reaching down to pick Loharr up by the neck, squeezing as he did so. Loharr squeaked and whimpered, as his face was slowly darkening as blood flow was being suddenly, and harshly, restricted by the Trandoshan before him. He needed to act quickly.
Lifting his legs, he wrapped them around the Trandoshan’s arm, grappling it with poor efficiency, given the massive physical strength difference between the two, but strength wasn’t what Loharr was going for.
Pulling a knife from his sleeve, Loharr hastily stabbed into the Trandoshan’s arm several times, before burying the blade into the reptilians’ chest. The pain from the numerous stab wounds was enough to get the Lizardman to drop the little assassin, who smacked into the floor with a rather solid thud. The Trandoshan, now screaming obscenities while in pain, his cries being drowned out by the music, pulled the knife from his chest, and tossed it off to the side, just like he did the shortsword earlier.
It was unfortunately, at this moment, that the Trandoshan felt he had had enough. He pulled out a blaster and aimed it at Loharr, who was currently on his back, his breath knocked out of him.
“I’ve had enough of youses…” The Trandoshan said, slurring far less than he had before. It seemed beings stabbed several times had quite the sobering effect. As he said this, he put his foot on Loharr’s throat.
Loharr, struggling to speak, managed to squeak out a few, unintelligible words.
“Huh? Wha’re you trynna say?” The Trandoshan asked, applying a bit more pressure to Loharr’s neck, before relieving the pressure.
The little assassin was quite relieved to be able to breathe, now that he could do so again. He didn’t like the sensation of not being able to do so. So, he took a deep breath. He felt now was the best moment for a snarky comment.
“Are you sure… you’ve had enough?” Loharr rasped.
That question was enough to have the Trandoshan roar in rage, applying pressure to Loharr’s throat once more, and aiming the barrel of the blaster at the young assassins’ face. Loharr, acting quickly, turned his eyes to look at the knife that the Trandoshan had tossed aside.
He reached his hand out, grasping for it, but it was far out of his reach. He had to do it, he needed to reach the knife. He would die if he failed. So, in a moment of sheer hope and dumb luck, Loharr reached out through the Force, gripping the knife, and in one swift motion, launched the stationary, melee weapon at the Trandoshan.
Distracted with a fair bit of tunnel vision, the Trandoshan failed to realize Loharr had done anything. In fact, he didn’t realize anything until he was laying flat on his back, his neck feeling a sensation like flowing water over it, with his vision suddenly fading to black. He had fired off the blaster, but the amount of libations he had imbibed seemed to severely hinder his aim, as the blaster bolt landed maybe a foot from Loharr’s head.
Loharr, scrambling to his feet and backing away, looked down at the Trandoshan, now bleeding out on the floor, his throat cut wide open. A pool of green blood slowly growing larger and larger around the numerous stab wounds and cuts on the fat Lizardmans body.
Panting heavily and sore, Loharr picked up both his shortsword and knife, the latter of which was now on the far side of the room, having been thrown not half a minute earlier. He turned to the door, fearing guards would come running after the blaster had gone off, but it seems his saving grace was the nightclubs’ music.
It was so loud that it had not only drowned out the sound of the Trandoshans’ screaming, but the blaster shot as well.
With the job now done, Loharr swiftly and stealthily made his exit from the nightclub, and returned to the speeder bike that he had used to travel to the settlement. With this job completed, he was now headed back to Mosa Town, where a warm meal awaited him, paid for using the money from this mission.
Life was good…. For now.