Mon Calamari Pilot

Character Name: Type: Mon Calamari Pilot Gender/Species: /Mon Calamari Age: Height: Weight: A Quote:"No prisoners, gentlemen. No place to hold the,; nothing to feed them. Right flink in first, left flank follows in two minutes. Let's go." Physical Description:	Character Picture here
Dexterity 2D+2 Blaster Brawling Parry Dodge Grenade Melee Combat Melee Parry	Perception 2D+1 Bargain Command Con Gamble Hide Search Sneak
Knowledge 2D+2 Alien Species Bureaucracy Cultures Languages Planetary Systems Streetwise Survival	Strength 3D Brawling Climb/Jump Lifting Stamina Swimming
Mechanical 4D Astrogation Beast Riding Repulsorlift Operation Starfighter Gunnery Starfighter Piloting Starship shields	Technical 3D+1 Computer Programming/ Repair Demolition Droid Programming / Repair First Aid Repulsorlift Repair Security Starship Repair
Special Abilities Moist Environments: In moist environments, +1D to all Dexterity, Perception and Strength attribute and skill checks. Dry Environments: In dry environments, Mon Calamari seem depressed and withdrawn. They suffer a -1D penalty to all Dexterity, Perception and Strength attribute and skill checks. Aquatic: Mon Calamari can breathe both air and water.	Move Force Sensitive? Force Points Dark Side Points Character Points,

Equipment:Blaster Pistol(4D), medpac, vacuum suit, 1,000 credits standard, x-wing starfighter

Background:You are a warrior among a people embarrassed by the profession. The moment the imperial soldiers landed on your planet, you knew, deep down your bones, that they would have to be destroyed. Though they attempted to hide it, your warrior's senses knew, somehow, that they were enemies. You tried to tell your people, tried to warn them, but they wouldn't listen.

You, at least, were not surprised when the Imperials took over your world. You fought against them as best you could, but your world had few starfighters; the enemy had many and your ship was quickly overwhelmed. You spent most of the Occupation years in an Imperial prison. Since the Imperials were pushed off your planet and you were freed, you have been fighting for the Alliance, doing what you do best: flying small starships. The designs have changed a bit since you last were in space - you're somewhat older, perhaps just a bit slower, as well - but the job's still the same: your mind and your skills against the enemy's. Kill him; survive if you can.

Your people may not understand or appreciate you, but that's not important. You're a warrior, and they need you: that's all that matters.

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Personality:Quiet, almost sedate. You do what needs to be done, with little fanfare, little emotion. You're a killer, but you take no pleasure in it: it's just what you are.

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Connection With Characters:You might have been imprisoned with another Calamarian or Quarren; you might have served in the Alliance Fleet with an Offworlder.

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See Also:

• Brash Pilot
• Hot-Shot Pilot
• Rookie New Republic Pilot
• TIE Fighter Pilot
• Typical Rebel Pilot

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