Sorry for not having mine up sooner, weekend ended a bit more busy than expected.
Lets get real trite here, and hopefully you know Old Republic lore. :p
His name is Manaan-Solo, that's not his real name, but then again no one in this business uses their real name any way. I've only ever heard stories, but from what I heard it all started off kinda like this.
Like many freelancer captains, he did whatever odd jobs he could get his hands, err...fins on, and even then barely scraped together enough credits to keep the Hutts and the rest of the galaxies lowlifes off his back.
His ship was called the Kolto Scow, though calling it a ship might be giving it too much credit, a step above scrap would be more correct. It was an outdated Wayfarer class freighter, that was held together with more mesh tape and prayers than anything else. The stories as to how he obtained the ship are all different, some saying it was stolen during the chaos following the Firaxan sharks death, while others insist it was purchased with credits loaned from Nimro the Hutt.
And while the stories of Manaan-Solo's background have been twisted and warped by one too many Reactor-Cores in filthy cantinas, the reason we all know of him is a tale told consistently enough that it must be true.
It all began with one particularly luckless job, it was supposed to be one of the nice easy ones, but they never end up that way. See Solo managed to get approved to run freight of Czerka of all things, with a job like that you can fly easy and never have to worry about where your next meal will come from. Well as long as the cargo doesn't kill you or attract too much of the wrong attention that is.
The job was simple pickup some undisclosed cargo from Czerka's Citadel Station offices above Telos IV and deliver it to the destination, though the cargo wasn't quite what he expected.
After landing the Kolto Scow on the station and being checked in by Citadel Security, Solo quickly found himself approached by two droids both of which were marked with the Czerka emblem. One was a Golden, protocol droid and the other was a yellow, utility droid. Both were immaculately cleaned as you would expect droids from Czerka to be, though the utility droid had a scorch mark that could almost pass for a blaster mark.
With the curt mannerisms that all protocol droids seem to be programmed with, "I am B-4D4-GE3, and this is T1-N1." T1-N1, beeped and booped angrily, a small blaster popping from the front of his tool panels. B-4D4-GE3 looking at T1-N1, "You must forgive my companion, he is a bit late for his memory wipe, and is a bit eccentric. We are your cargo, and you will be paid upon our delivery." While droid cargo isn't common, its not unheard of, droid cargo from Czerka, however is. I don't know if Solo was that desperate for work or thought that the job was too good to be true, but that doesn't matter.
The details get fuzzy at this point, but he took the job. Little did he know that he was taking two droids with damaged programming aboard. See B-4D4-GE3 had been programmed to lie by the Ithorians on Citadel Station and T1-N1 had a realization that helping Czerka hurt sentiments...and T1-N1 liked it.
So Solo believing that he was going to get rich by transporting these droids, was more than a little mislead. Not only did B-4D4-GE3 lie about being the cargo he was sent to pickup , which cost him any future contracts Czerka, but cost him a good bit of credits and his ship as well.
Stay tuned for the future adventures and exploits of Manaan-Solo, to find out just how he lost his ship and where these droids are taking him.
Extra:
As far as favorite creatures I gotta say it goes to Kowakian monkey-lizard or Gizka.
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