User:Kegren'Te

At a Glance
Name: Kegren'Te Race: Lethan Twi'Lek Age: 26 Gender: Female Height: 5'2" Weight (Lbs): 102 Faction: New Republic Role: Fighter Pilot

Early Life
Acts ripple outward from the doer to all other beings in the galaxy. Great acts create great, turbulent ripples. Minor acts may not even be noticed. Of great and minor acts did Kegren 'Te come to be a Rebel. The Great strokes are obvious: Leia Organa's defeat of Jabba the Hutt sent shockwaves throughout the criminal world. As the market for slaves adjusted to new distrubution schemes and owners, conflict inevitably arose. And so it was that the young Keg of the Rente clan found herself, along with several of her fellow slaves, the target of a heated Underworld War. She had known only the life of a slave; sold shortly after her birth to enhance the Rente clan's coffers, she had been trained only to dance and entertain. Training was rigorous and all-encompasing. Even though they lived in dark little cells, each slave was expected to comport themselves as if they were under inspection for sale, and indeed they might be without their knowledge. A battery of classes was given every day to teach them some aspect of their future lives from entertaining at high society dinner parties to dancing. A blaster was an entirely new experience for her, but when the fighting around her cell grew thickest, at the height of Bolva's assault against Oupten, a blaster sailed out of one dying guard's hands and right through the bars of the cage that had confined her. She shot the Zabrak's attacker square in the face, and was suddenly unsupervised. The other girls in her section were nervous, making little noises of distress as distant explosions rocked the complex, but Kegren saw her opportunity. One shot disabled the lock on her door, and she was freed. Looking down the cell block she saw anguished faces, fearing the loss of the devil they knew. A quick scan showed her the controls she needed. She attempted to open the other cells, but after a couple minutes of futile button mashing, she drew the blaster again and fired one, two, three times into the machinery. Down both sides of the block, cell doors anti-climactically clicked open.

One of Bolva's hired Weequay rushed down the stairs into the cell block at the first alarm, but he was too late. As the only thing standing between the combined mass of excaped slaves and freedom, he felt the full force of their collective rage. A flood of red and blue and green Twi'leks surged up the steps past him, toward him, each bring him slowly down to be trampled beneath their feet. While the two mercenary armies over their heads fought to posess them, the slaves ducked into tunnel after tunnel and fled. Before they broke apart, they each learned a signal to identify themselves as survivors of captivity.

Kegren and the Rebellion
Most managed to stow away on passenger liners, including Kegren. Through either circumstance or the will of the Force, she was deposited on Coruscant. After a few months of waitressing in a dim little hovel in Inivisec, she contacted the local underground, and from there hooked up with the New Republic. She was part of a team distracting key Imperial politicians when the New Republic took the planet. For the first time, her options were open to her, and she eagerly signed up for pilot's training. She is currently a member of Falcon Squadron who has yet to check out on the A-wing’s systems.

Appearance and Demeanor
Kegren'Te is a lithe Lethan Twi'lek of 26 years, whose red skin is tinged with a brighter shade of pink. She stands 5'2" tall, 102 lbs. Her long, thin lekku are unusually restless, and make small gestures or waves seemingly of their own accord. Inset in her oval face are a pair of crystal blue eyes framed with dark eyeshadow, resting over a tiny little nose with a single sapphire stud. her thin lips wear a basic coat of lipstick of a darker red than her skin.

Kegren is fundamentally uncomfortable, her childhood was spent learning how to charm and entertain whoever her eventual owner might be, but anytime she finds herself slipping into old habits it brings the memories of those days to her mind and hurts in its own way. Kegren's retreat is the decorum of an officer, which may make her a little off-putting until the true Kegren, who is in fact very kind if vulnerable, peeks through. On a very subconscious but all-encompasing level, Kegren is afraid of what anyone around her will do, hard-wired instincts direct her to keep everyone at arm's length.