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  1. Ready, aim, FIRE!

    Kala laughed. "Oh, you're 18, huh? Maybe I should call you "Old Man" instead." She still laughed and then settled down a bit. "Kid...I am old enough to be one of your older sisters. I was about your age give or take about ten or more years ago. Anyway, it's a sword that powers energy through a lens and crystal....so....lasersword...and..." She chuckled and brandished her own lightsaber...well not really hers. She had taken it from an old Jedi who had died on a mission with her. She kept it. "I am probably about as bad at fighting with it as you are with the blaster....but if you're so desperate to learn ...how about we swap...skills. You help me figure out how to be a better fighter with the lightsaber and I'll teach you how to fire a blaster like a Corellian on the run from the law."
  2. Ready, aim, FIRE!

    Kala had been waiting to hear if there were any recent openings for any mercs such as herself. She had time to kill and walked out of the Enclave, a dangerous move by most. She decided to go hunting for Iriaz. Fresh meat sounded really good to the merc than eating the processed junk that was part of the Enclave or the rations she had on Shadow Dancer. Yet, it hadn't really dawned till she walked out into the fields that she had never hunted an animal before in her life. Plus she doubted that her blasters would even hit an animal as they weren't designed for hunting. She really needed to think things through a bit more. Plus she had no clue on how to field dress an animal after she killed it. Ehh...she had grown up in the wilds of a city and not in the wilds of nature. She heard a sound of a blaster fired and looked where it came from. Some Jedi kid was firing a blaster but he was horrible as she could see. She laughed. "Stick to your laser sword, kid. A blaster and a Jedi are kinda mutually exclusive."
  3. Down on her Luck...

    "Just checking...because you don't strike me as a conventional Jedi, kid. Even if you were...asking me to kill someone...I am not a bounty hunter. I am a smuggler and a hard-headed businesswoman." Kala shrugged at Kale's mention of the mob. "Perhaps...I did do some spice smuggling here and there, just to keep financially solvent....wouldn't have ended up with the Jedi if it wasn't for spice...." Kala said with a chuckle, "But I wasn't really Jedi material even then and I kept getting lectures...blah...blah...Dark Side....blah...I've been a smuggler for years....do I look like a Dark Sider to you? Bunch of hooey if you ask me. And ending the Corellia mob isn't really going to do much good, kid. You're young and...naive I see. You pluck out a weed another grows in its place. But...I am not here to debate philosophy. So information...what sort of information?" She took a sip of her brandy and she said. "I always seal a business deal with a drink....or perhaps with some Pazzak. Won this ship in a match by the way." "Anyway... I try not to get involved too much with intergalactic criminal elements but of course in my line of work...you have to break a few eggs occasionally."
  4. Down on her Luck...

    "My ship is not junk...." Kala stated looking a bit offended. She took a seat in a seat in the main hold and offered a seat to the initaite. She dug down below in a hidden compartment and took out a couple of glasses and a bottle of Corellian Brandy. She grinned as she poured a couple of drinks. "So...I am all ears...handsome...what sort of business does a Jedi wannabe initiate want me to do for them? I hope it doesn't involve me killing someone. I don't do stuff like that."
  5. Down on her Luck...

    Kala took the cred-chip and rolled it in her hand. Kala took another gulp from her flask and contemplated the initiate briefly and looked around. "This is probably not the right place to talk business, kid. Too many nosey types. You poke a big fat lightsaber or even the Force into something you're going have trouble. I had heard rumors that the Peacekeepers always need mercs for some of their affairs with the Jedi. " She then grinned. "If you don't mind stepping into my ship I am pretty sure we can hammer out terms and whether or not I will take you on as a client, per say."
  6. Kala had heard rumors that there was an unsanctioned pazaak game that went on occasionally in the ranks of the Peacekeepers. That was way too tempting to the Corellian not to get involved and a way to make a quick credit. So she twirled a cred coin between her fingers and went on a mission to find out where this game was being held. Sure enough, she found the game in one of the bunk rooms of the Peacekeepers. She grinned and smiled. "Hey, guys...mind if I join in?" The players, mostly guys shrugged. A clean-shaven guy responded, "If you're gullible enough to want to play....you can join in all you want. Just to warn you, Gav Nestlin is pretty hot tonight." Kala chuckled. "Hot huh? Hmm...keep it under your hats but I like hot guys." The Peacekeepers laughed at Kala's double-entendre. She plopped down her credit coin and took out her lucky pazaak deck. Gav took the deck from her hands and inspected it. " I want to make sure you're not cheating, babe." Kala rolled her eyes. "Me...cheating....don't be absurd. My deck is legit. And don't call me babe, last guy that called me babe ended up losing his reason for manhood." More laughter erupted from the Peacekeepers. Gav grinned and he stated. "Where do you hail from.....Ms..." "Ming. Kala Ming. The whole galaxy is my home, but I was born on Corellia." Gav chuckled. "Corellia, huh? Even more of a reason to suspect you of cheating." Kala glared and pulled out her blaster. "I don't take kindly to insults, Gav. Are we going to play? Or are you going to insult my birthplace." He chuckled and laid a hand on her blaster. "Look Miss...you got me pegged wrong. It's just that Corellia isn't exactly known for...." Kala snorted. "Keep opening your mouth and you're going to find yourself digging yourself into an even deeper hole you can't climb out of." Gav sighed and held up his hands. "I've got some Corellian brandy I've stashed away. Most of us have something stashed around that command don't know we have. You see...last time we had a party...the Jedi kind of ruined it for us. I am sure most of them are fine and all but...ever since that night our parties and gambling have had to be lowkey. I figure a lady like yourself might like a drink. Let me go crack my bottle open and give you a drink to apologize." Kala chuckled. "Apology accepted, Gav. There are few things I like in this life and one of them is pazzak, the other is a good shot of Corellian brandy. "
  7. Down on her Luck...

    Kala snorted. "Corelia is a big planet, kid. You're not the only person who can claim that planet as home." “Did you…? Did you just try to Jedi mind trick me? alright, alright, no need to get all force power-ish here, take it back… It´s a good one, by the way.” “Well you are right, Jedis don´t usually carry credits… But I, ma´am, am no ordinary Jedi” he explained “In my past days I was an orphan on Corellia… And I mastered the art of thieving quite well, though I am a god card player myself. I have gathered a good amount of credits myself so I could offer you… I dunno… A thousand credits makes the play?" Kala gave the boy a glare as he gave her back her flask. "From what I know, Jedi don't normally drink. And you're a bit young to be drinking." She chuckled. "Course...I haven't decided if you're a stuck up Jedi or not? Taking my flask doesn't exactly improve that image, kid. My terms were simple, you do not get something for nothing, you know. If you truly had credits, you could have paid me for the drink in the first place. I think you're lying, kid. Maybe not about the orphan bit, Jedi are good at taking in stranded kids and hard on their luck cases. I am a prime example of that."
  8. Down on her Luck...

    “Well because I haven´t had any in a good amount of time and I am nostalgic, reminds me of home.” Kala considered the kid if he could be called a kid. But in her eyes, considering her age he was was a kid. Apparently, Corellian. She snorted. "Home, huh? And let me guess home would be Corellia. " She took another smaller sip from her flask, debating whether or not to let the kid have a sip. Yet, before she could debate that, the kid suddenly swiped her flask with the Force. "What the frack! You think you can just take someone's possessions without their permission. That's mine, kid. Give it back and give it back now!" Her voice took an edge and a slight very potent edge of the Force demanded with what skill she had in Force persuasion that the kid give her back her flask. She didn't care if it worked or didn't work. Some sprout of the Jedi couldn't just take her flask like that. “You looking for a job, huh? well, I would be willing to spend a decent amount of credits in a Corellian smuggler… I have some business I need to fix outside but, unfortunately, I am not allowed to leave just yet, and I do want to complete my training… And I am not sure you will find an offer better than mine on this planet, ma´am… These Jedi are pretty stuck-up.” "And you're telling me a sprout of a Jedi initiate like yourself has credits." She laughed, "And yeah...I know you're an initiate. I recognize the cut of those robes identifies you as an initiate rather than a paddy or a knight or a master. " She sighed. "It's been awhile but this place hasn't changed much since the last time I was here." She grinned. "I was on my way to be a master of the Jedi, you know, But...the Jedi weren't too fond of my type of Jedi-ing. They decided to kick me out. Keep it under your hat, kid, but I am a very powerful Force user."
  9. Down on her Luck...

    “Is that Corellian? Would you pass it for a sip? Long time since I had a good one.” Kala looked at the kid. He was dressed in what looked like Jedi initiate clothes and she suddenly laughed. "Frack, now I've seen everything some Jedi kid wants a drink." She grinned. "Why should I give you a drink? You'll only get in trouble with your masters, little Jedi...." She took another deep swig from her flask and looked thoughtful. "Tell you what...you want a sip, it's gonna cost you. Five credits a swig." Jedi didn't normally carry credits on them and she figured that was one way to get rid of the kid. She folded up her arms and grinned at the kid. "I would advise you to head on your way, kid. I am looking for a "real Jedi" or one of those Peacekeeper blokes. I need a job and I am hard up for anything that at least pays something."
  10. Kala Ming

    Name: Kala Ming Gender: Female Species: Corellian human Rank: Smuggler/Mercenary, Force Adapt Date of Birth: 3665 BBY (35 years of age) Appearance: Long dark brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Slender body. She’s about 5’8. Athletic. Generally wears roguish apparel, basic leather vest, white top, holsters for blasters, a belt for a lightsaber. Possessions: A purple lightsaber she managed to steal or pilfer somewhere along the line from her adventures. (She likes to brag she took it off a Jedi she killed. But really that’s all bluster and she basically took it off a Jedi that was killed in combat during one of her missions with the Jedi. Most Jedi know that she’d never harm or kill a Jedi, but she likes to spread tall tales and if it intimidates others so be it.) Her ship, a Corellian light freighter named Shadow Dancer. (She won the ship in a high stakes Pazaak tournament.) Two Correlian K5 blasters Vibroblade An Astromech droid T5-K3 Personality: (A brief summary of their personality, in addition to potential voice tones) Sarcastic, witty, A rogue through and through. She loves drinking, partying etc. Is a bit eccentric in many respects. She has an occasional dark humor about her. She gets annoyed at people who don’t have a sense of humor or don’t like her brand of humor. She tends to like to tease others and has a habit of flirting with anyone she might like. She also doesn’t like authority all that much. While she will generally respect those around her if she has to, when it comes to being on her ship or going freelance on her own, she will say she’s the boss and that she’s in charge here. She tends to use a lot of swear words (Star Wars swear words mostly) frack and kriff or kriffing, hell and damn a lot. She has an ego andpride the size of a Hutt at times. She is mostly honest although she can spin a lot of “tall tales” about herself that are more lie than the truth. She does have a sense of honor and nobility about her and follows her own code of honor about what one can or cannot do in the pursuit of credits. Skills, Abilities: Slicer/hacker, smuggler, as well as a pretty good pilot, She has the gift of gab so to speak and loves to talk people’s ears off. She can usually get out of most tough legal entanglements as long as Jedi or Sith aren’t around, she can’t talk or persuade her way out of that from them. She is a pretty good shot with her blasters, she’s average with a lightsaber or other melee weapon when it comes to combat. Most of her melee combat comes from her initiate days at the Jedi Enclave. She’s pretty quick at getting away or quick reflexes when it comes to combat. She’s also good at hiding herself away from others. Biography and Talents: (This Bio is done in Kala’s voice, as a way to describe and help people get a feel for Kala’s character) My name is Kala Ming. I was born on Correlia or at least I think I was born on Correllia. Yea, that’s right, cocky, sassy, annoying to some people. Yea the Jedi took me as an initiate. Probably not the best or brightest idea they could have done. I came to the Jedi late in my life. In my twenties or so, so I am about 35 now or so. So that was like give or take ten or twelve years ago. I guess they thought that me being a Jedi was better than the alternative, you know a fracking Sith. Psh...I am not into that sort of thing, at least I don’t think so. I have a good heart, even though it’s rough around the edges. I guess my natural ability to Force persuade is instinct and pretty much save a few others skills I learned in initiate training that I have in the Force. They thought I might be “dangerous”. You know, if I can’t control myself or the Force I might be drawn to the Dark Side. Seems like that’s the story most Jedi have for people like me. So...they tried to make me accept Jedi philosophy, you know calm, peace, serenity. Or maybe they wanted me to be a Jedi to get rid of one of the best damn smugglers in the core. I do have a habit of getting out of certain legal entanglements that most would be in a prison for eight to ten years. Frack, I wouldn’t even be with the Jedi, but for the fact that they got me out of prison. Yea, I tried to “persuade” a damn Jedi to let me go when I was caught with contraband items. Weapons, some spice etc. No, I didn’t know they were a Jedi at the time, so please don’t laugh at me over that. Instead of a lengthy prison term, I was placed at the Enclave as a Jedi Initiate. Any way they can put Jedi into a Corellian but they can’t put Corellian into a Jedi. Well, they tried to make a Jedi out of me but I didn’t zig when they wanted me to zag. Then there was that awful business on Dromand Kaas and I didn’t like it. Frack, I was disgusted. I wasn’t in training to be a Jedi at that time, but still, it didn’t exactly sit well with me. Jedi hypocrisy at it’s finest. Although to be truthful, the Order’s official explanation was that I only had moderate to low Force sensitivity and not enough to be a full-blownJedi. I couldn’t do telekinesis when other initiates could move stuff. I couldn’t do squat with the elements like some Jedi could. Water didn’t move, Earth and rocks couldn’t move. Bah...I might as well be a wing clipped mynock. The only talent I seemed to have was I could charm and persuade people to do anything I wanted to do. Oh and few trained skills in hiding myself, and some quickness but generally speaking Force persuasion was my specialty. Needless to say, I was a Jedi washout. Much good I could do as a Jedi. I couldn’t do squat. I was too restless, too impatient. I had some horrible habits that were mostly Un-Jedi like. Drinking, swearing, and a desire for credits that others didn’t have. Well, I have my standards though about what things I do and don’t do when it comes to creds. Yea, I have some nobility about me, maybe some of that Jedi philosophy crud got through to me. Maybe or maybe I have my own code about what’s right and what’s wrong when it comes to being a smuggler/merc. Anyway about my childhood. I was a streetwise urchin on Correlia. I grew up that way, an orphan, but the story is that my parent’s lives were snuffed out by the Imperials. At least that’s the story. I am not even sure if Ming is my true last name or one given to me by others to just give me a surname when I grew up in a foundling home. The same goes for my front name. I was called Kala by most people. For all I know I could be the ancestor of Nomi Sunrider, Carth Onasi, Atton Rand, or even Revan and Bastila. Psh...that’s probably grander than my humble background as a foundling child. Maybe I had dreams of such noble ancestry growing up. Most kids do. Anything is better than the reality of being a nobody. Needless to say, I am one of several non-attached sentients that has no family and really doesn’t have any official established background or history. As a kid, I was a tough little scrapper. I fought my way like most orphans. Give me any tiny little issue or try to take my food, I’d pound you. That’s simply the way life was for most orphans. Perhaps I have some quickness because of the Force too. I don’t know. I am not sure how much is the Force and how much is just innate natural ability. Maybe I skirt the edges of light and dark as the Jedi would like to say. I am a smuggler and considered thoroughly mercenary at heart by most, and that’s not exactly condoned by the Jedi order or the Republic for that matter. But I am damn good at what I do. Well, of course, I am good at it because I can charm most people into business dealings or charm myself out of a bad situation like a natural. As for being a smuggler, I pretty much do stuff for the Republic. They try to keep me legit you know and occasionally I take passengers on my ship. Mostly Jedi. Guess they need someone with a shady background occasionally to get them into places where they couldn’t normally go. I am a tough person to read, most Jedi know that because...they don’t know if I like them or hate them. Well...that’s just me. I don’t exactly hate the Jedi but I don’t exactly like them either. They have their place in the universe, at least they are fairly normal. I’ve heard stories about Sith that make my blood freeze cold. Frack, alot of things in the Force are unnatural to say the least. Nope, I am loyal to the Republic and the Jedi for the most part. Course if the Republic or the Jedi complain about the ways I make a living then they can go frack themselves. No one is that perfect. Character Skills and Abilities: (A list of skills and abilities the character has to keep track of. The skills are located here and the Force Powers are located here.) Novice Blade Weapon Martial Arts: intermediate Teras Kasi Intermediate Blaster Pistol Novice Single Saber Form I -novice Shii-Cho Personal Starship Proficiency Heavy Freighter Proficiency Intermediate Vehicular Combat Intermediate Stealth Intermediate Survival Slicing Proficiency Programming Proficiency Force Dash Force Jump Force Stealth Force Persuasion Force Camouflage
  11. Kala Ming

    Name: Kala Ming Gender: Female Species: Corellian human Rank: Smuggler/Mercenary, Force Adapt Date of Birth: 3665 BBY (35 years of age) Appearance: Long dark brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Slender body. She’s about 5’8. Athletic. Generally wears roguish apparel, basic leather vest, white top, holsters for blasters, a belt for a lightsaber. Possessions: A purple lightsaber she managed to steal or pilfer somewhere along the line from her adventures. (She likes to brag she took it off a Jedi she killed. But really that’s all bluster and she basically took it off a Jedi that was killed in combat during one of her missions with the Jedi. Most Jedi know that she’d never harm or kill a Jedi, but she likes to spread tall tales and if it intimidates others so be it.) Her ship, a Corellian light freighter named Shadow Dancer. (She won the ship in a high stakes Pazaak tournament.) Two Correlian K5 blasters Vibroblade An Astromech droid T5-K3 Personality: (A brief summary of their personality, in addition to potential voice tones) Sarcastic, witty, A rogue through and through. She loves drinking, partying etc. Is a bit eccentric in many respects. She has an occasional dark humor about her. She gets annoyed at people who don’t have a sense of humor or don’t like her brand of humor. She tends to like to tease others and has a habit of flirting with anyone she might like. She also doesn’t like authority all that much. While she will generally respect those around her if she has to, when it comes to being on her ship or going freelance on her own, she will say she’s the boss and that she’s in charge here. She tends to use a lot of swear words (Star Wars swear words mostly) frack and kriff or kriffing, hell and damn a lot. She has an ego andpride the size of a Hutt at times. She is mostly honest although she can spin a lot of “tall tales” about herself that are more lie than the truth. She does have a sense of honor and nobility about her and follows her own code of honor about what one can or cannot do in the pursuit of credits. Skills, Abilities: Slicer/hacker, smuggler, as well as a pretty good pilot, She has the gift of gab so to speak and loves to talk people’s ears off. She can usually get out of most tough legal entanglements as long as Jedi or Sith aren’t around, she can’t talk or persuade her way out of that from them. She is a pretty good shot with her blasters, she’s average with a lightsaber or other melee weapon when it comes to combat. Most of her melee combat comes from her initiate days at the Jedi Enclave. She’s pretty quick at getting away or quick reflexes when it comes to combat. She’s also good at hiding herself away from others. Biography and Talents: (This Bio is done in Kala’s voice, as a way to describe and help people get a feel for Kala’s character) My name is Kala Ming. I was born on Correlia or at least I think I was born on Correllia. Yea, that’s right, cocky, sassy, annoying to some people. Yea the Jedi took me as an initiate. Probably not the best or brightest idea they could have done. I came to the Jedi late in my life. In my twenties or so, so I am about 35 now or so. So that was like give or take ten or twelve years ago. I guess they thought that me being a Jedi was better than the alternative, you know a fracking Sith. Psh...I am not into that sort of thing, at least I don’t think so. I have a good heart, even though it’s rough around the edges. I guess my natural ability to Force persuade is instinct and pretty much save a few others skills I learned in initiate training that I have in the Force. They thought I might be “dangerous”. You know, if I can’t control myself or the Force I might be drawn to the Dark Side. Seems like that’s the story most Jedi have for people like me. So...they tried to make me accept Jedi philosophy, you know calm, peace, serenity. Or maybe they wanted me to be a Jedi to get rid of one of the best damn smugglers in the core. I do have a habit of getting out of certain legal entanglements that most would be in a prison for eight to ten years. Frack, I wouldn’t even be with the Jedi, but for the fact that they got me out of prison. Yea, I tried to “persuade” a damn Jedi to let me go when I was caught with contraband items. Weapons, some spice etc. No, I didn’t know they were a Jedi at the time, so please don’t laugh at me over that. Instead of a lengthy prison term, I was placed at the Enclave as a Jedi Initiate. Any way they can put Jedi into a Corellian but they can’t put Corellian into a Jedi. Well, they tried to make a Jedi out of me but I didn’t zig when they wanted me to zag. Then there was that awful business on Dromand Kaas and I didn’t like it. Frack, I was disgusted. I wasn’t in training to be a Jedi at that time, but still, it didn’t exactly sit well with me. Jedi hypocrisy at it’s finest. Although to be truthful, the Order’s official explanation was that I only had moderate to low Force sensitivity and not enough to be a full-blownJedi. I couldn’t do telekinesis when other initiates could move stuff. I couldn’t do squat with the elements like some Jedi could. Water didn’t move, Earth and rocks couldn’t move. Bah...I might as well be a wing clipped mynock. The only talent I seemed to have was I could charm and persuade people to do anything I wanted to do. Oh and few trained skills in hiding myself, and some quickness but generally speaking Force persuasion was my specialty. Needless to say, I was a Jedi washout. Much good I could do as a Jedi. I couldn’t do squat. I was too restless, too impatient. I had some horrible habits that were mostly Un-Jedi like. Drinking, swearing, and a desire for credits that others didn’t have. Well, I have my standards though about what things I do and don’t do when it comes to creds. Yea, I have some nobility about me, maybe some of that Jedi philosophy crud got through to me. Maybe or maybe I have my own code about what’s right and what’s wrong when it comes to being a smuggler/merc. Anyway about my childhood. I was a streetwise urchin on Correlia. I grew up that way, an orphan, but the story is that my parent’s lives were snuffed out by the Imperials. At least that’s the story. I am not even sure if Ming is my true last name or one given to me by others to just give me a surname when I grew up in a foundling home. The same goes for my front name. I was called Kala by most people. For all I know I could be the ancestor of Nomi Sunrider, Carth Onasi, Atton Rand, or even Revan and Bastila. Psh...that’s probably grander than my humble background as a foundling child. Maybe I had dreams of such noble ancestry growing up. Most kids do. Anything is better than the reality of being a nobody. Needless to say, I am one of several non-attached sentients that has no family and really doesn’t have any official established background or history. As a kid, I was a tough little scrapper. I fought my way like most orphans. Give me any tiny little issue or try to take my food, I’d pound you. That’s simply the way life was for most orphans. Perhaps I have some quickness because of the Force too. I don’t know. I am not sure how much is the Force and how much is just innate natural ability. Maybe I skirt the edges of light and dark as the Jedi would like to say. I am a smuggler and considered thoroughly mercenary at heart by most, and that’s not exactly condoned by the Jedi order or the Republic for that matter. But I am damn good at what I do. Well, of course, I am good at it because I can charm most people into business dealings or charm myself out of a bad situation like a natural. As for being a smuggler, I pretty much do stuff for the Republic. They try to keep me legit you know and occasionally I take passengers on my ship. Mostly Jedi. Guess they need someone with a shady background occasionally to get them into places where they couldn’t normally go. I am a tough person to read, most Jedi know that because...they don’t know if I like them or hate them. Well...that’s just me. I don’t exactly hate the Jedi but I don’t exactly like them either. They have their place in the universe, at least they are fairly normal. I’ve heard stories about Sith that make my blood freeze cold. Frack, alot of things in the Force are unnatural to say the least. Nope, I am loyal to the Republic and the Jedi for the most part. Course if the Republic or the Jedi complain about the ways I make a living then they can go frack themselves. No one is that perfect. Character Skills and Abilities: (A list of skills and abilities the character has to keep track of. The skills are located here and the Force Powers are located here.) Novice Blade Weapon Martial Arts: intermediate Teras Kasi Intermediate Blaster Pistol Novice Single Saber Form I -novice Shii-Cho Personal Starship Proficiency Heavy Freighter Proficiency Intermediate Vehicular Combat Intermediate Stealth Intermediate Survival Slicing Proficiency Programming Proficiency Force Dash Force Jump Force Stealth Force Persuasion Force Camouflage
  12. Down on her Luck...

    Selona 10, 3629 BBY "Why am I even fracking here?" Kala muttered to herself as she landed her freighter on Dantooine. She hadn't been here in a long time, memories of her being dragged here as part of her probation. She had been looking at a very long prison term for smuggling spice and various illegal items. She had tried to smooth talk her way out of it but frack the damn Jedi that didn't seem to want to work with her like others could. He had her arrested and her ship impounded and she had ended up in a brig. The next thing she knew the magistrate told her she had two options, go to the Dantooine Enclave for Jedi training or spend a good nine to ten years in prison. Gee, what idiot would say, give me prison. So of course, Kala had chosen the alternative, Jedi training. Jedi training never really took to the smuggler, she was like a stubborn Ronto. Of course, the Jedi tried to be kind and said, this isn't a punishment. Kriffing hell it was a punishment. Course she tried to learn the Jedi way, but without much success. She sighed as she got off her freighter and tried to call upon the Force and tried to push something just for shits and giggles but all that happened was a light tremble the small stone she tried to budge...well she felt something...the stone seemed to tremble ever so lightly but that was it. Yep, I am a wing clipped mynock. She had no skill towards that obvious Jedi skill. She might as well be a fracking null. Ehh, no biggy she wasn't here to beg a return to the Jedi. Nope, she was here hoping that maybe the Jedi might offer her a job. She was a smuggler after all and she had a really bad string of luck lately. A Hutt had tried to confiscate her ship, hell no. No one was going to confiscate Shadow Dancer. She managed to narrowly escape that fate by....she cringed at the thought. Damn Hutts had only one weakness, they loved dancing and well worming her way into a lustful Hutt's heart... Kala told the Hutt she would be his dancing girl. He hadn't counted on her putting poison in his meal bowl. He died a horrible death and Kala managed to get away debt free with a slightly soiled reputation. Kala felt kind of guilty over that. Kala didn't like killing sentients but it wasn't as if a Hutt was the most honorable of creatures. Of course, there was always the risk that the Hutts would come after her yet again. Yet, killing a Hutt lent a lot of street cred. Hutts tended to fear death though and if one could kill just one Hutt there was always the risk that Kala could kill another. Meanwhile, Kala whistled a bit of a Correlian drinking tune as she stood outside of her ship. She took out a flask and took a draught from it. She doubted the Jedi would welcome the rogue smuggler. She had time to kill and very few credits to her name.
  13. Kala Ming - Approved

    Name: Kala Ming Gender: Female Species: Corellian human Rank: Smuggler/Mercenary, Force Adapt Date of Birth: 3665 BBY (35 years of age) Appearance: Long dark brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Slender body. She’s about 5’8. Athletic. Generally wears roguish apparel, basic leather vest, white top, holsters for blasters, a belt for a lightsaber. Possessions: A purple lightsaber she managed to steal or pilfer somewhere along the line from her adventures. (She likes to brag she took it off a Jedi she killed. But really that’s all bluster and she basically took it off a Jedi that was killed in combat during one of her missions with the Jedi. Most Jedi know that she’d never harm or kill a Jedi, but she likes to spread tall tales and if it intimidates others so be it.) Her ship, a Corellian light freighter named Shadow Dancer. (She won the ship in a high stakes Pazaak tournament.) Two Correlian K5 blasters Vibroblade An Astromech droid T5-K3 Personality: (A brief summary of their personality, in addition to potential voice tones) Sarcastic, witty, A rogue through and through. She loves drinking, partying etc. Is a bit eccentric in many respects. She has an occasional dark humor about her. She gets annoyed at people who don’t have a sense of humor or don’t like her brand of humor. She tends to like to tease others and has a habit of flirting with anyone she might like. She also doesn’t like authority all that much. While she will generally respect those around her if she has to, when it comes to being on her ship or going freelance on her own, she will say she’s the boss and that she’s in charge here. She tends to use a lot of swear words (Star Wars swear words mostly) frack and kriff or kriffing, hell and damn a lot. She has an ego and pride the size of a Hutt at times. She is mostly honest although she can spin a lot of “tall tales” about herself that are more lie than the truth. She does have a sense of honor and nobility about her and follows her own code of honor about what one can or cannot do in the pursuit of credits. Skills, Abilities: Slicer/hacker, smuggler, as well as a pretty good pilot, She has the gift of gab so to speak and loves to talk people’s ears off. She can usually get out of most tough legal entanglements as long as Jedi or Sith aren’t around, she can’t talk or persuade her way out of that from them. She is a pretty good shot with her blasters, she’s average with a lightsaber or other melee weapon when it comes to combat. Most of her melee combat comes from her initiate days at the Jedi Enclave. She’s pretty quick at getting away or quick reflexes when it comes to combat. She’s also good at hiding herself away from others. Biography and Talents: (This Bio is done in Kala’s voice, as a way to describe and help people get a feel for Kala’s character) My name is Kala Ming. I was born on Correlia or at least I think I was born on Correllia. Yea, that’s right, cocky, sassy, annoying to some people. Yea the Jedi took me as an initiate. Probably not the best or brightest idea they could have done. I came to the Jedi late in my life. In my twenties or so, so I am about 35 now or so. So that was like give or take ten or twelve years ago. I guess they thought that me being a Jedi was better than the alternative, you know a fracking Sith. Psh...I am not into that sort of thing, at least I don’t think so. I have a good heart, even though it’s rough around the edges. I guess my natural ability to Force persuade is instinct and pretty much save a few others skills I learned in initiate training that I have in the Force. They thought I might be “dangerous”. You know, if I can’t control myself or the Force I might be drawn to the Dark Side. Seems like that’s the story most Jedi have for people like me. So...they tried to make me accept Jedi philosophy, you know calm, peace, serenity. Or maybe they wanted me to be a Jedi to get rid of one of the best damn smugglers in the core. I do have a habit of getting out of certain legal entanglements that most would be in a prison for eight to ten years. Frack, I wouldn’t even be with the Jedi, but for the fact that they got me out of prison. Yea, I tried to “persuade” a damn Jedi to let me go when I was caught with contraband items. Weapons, some spice etc. No, I didn’t know they were a Jedi at the time, so please don’t laugh at me over that. Instead of a lengthy prison term, I was placed at the Enclave as a Jedi Initiate. Any way they can put Jedi into a Corellian but they can’t put Corellian into a Jedi. Well, they tried to make a Jedi out of me but I didn’t zig when they wanted me to zag. Then there was that awful business on Dromand Kaas and I didn’t like it. Frack, I was disgusted. I wasn’t in training to be a Jedi at that time, but still, it didn’t exactly sit well with me. Jedi hypocrisy at it’s finest. Although to be truthful, the Order’s official explanation was that I only had moderate to low Force sensitivity and not enough to be a full-blown Jedi. I couldn’t do telekinesis when other initiates could move stuff. I couldn’t do squat with the elements like some Jedi could. Water didn’t move, Earth and rocks couldn’t move. Bah...I might as well be a wing clipped mynock. The only talent I seemed to have was I could charm and persuade people to do anything I wanted to do. Oh and few trained skills in hiding myself, and some quickness but generally speaking Force persuasion was my specialty. Needless to say, I was a Jedi washout. Much good I could do as a Jedi. I couldn’t do squat. I was too restless, too impatient. I had some horrible habits that were mostly Un-Jedi like. Drinking, swearing, and a desire for credits that others didn’t have. Well, I have my standards though about what things I do and don’t do when it comes to creds. Yea, I have some nobility about me, maybe some of that Jedi philosophy crud got through to me. Maybe or maybe I have my own code about what’s right and what’s wrong when it comes to being a smuggler/merc. Anyway about my childhood. I was a streetwise urchin on Correlia. I grew up that way, an orphan, but the story is that my parent’s lives were snuffed out by the Imperials. At least that’s the story. I am not even sure if Ming is my true last name or one given to me by others to just give me a surname when I grew up in a foundling home. The same goes for my front name. I was called Kala by most people. For all I know I could be the ancestor of Nomi Sunrider, Carth Onasi, Atton Rand, or even Revan and Bastila. Psh...that’s probably grander than my humble background as a foundling child. Maybe I had dreams of such noble ancestry growing up. Most kids do. Anything is better than the reality of being a nobody. Needless to say, I am one of several non-attached sentients that has no family and really doesn’t have any official established background or history. As a kid, I was a tough little scrapper. I fought my way like most orphans. Give me any tiny little issue or try to take my food, I’d pound you. That’s simply the way life was for most orphans. Perhaps I have some quickness because of the Force too. I don’t know. I am not sure how much is the Force and how much is just innate natural ability. Maybe I skirt the edges of light and dark as the Jedi would like to say. I am a smuggler and considered thoroughly mercenary at heart by most, and that’s not exactly condoned by the Jedi order or the Republic for that matter. But I am damn good at what I do. Well, of course, I am good at it because I can charm most people into business dealings or charm myself out of a bad situation like a natural. As for being a smuggler, I pretty much do stuff for the Republic. They try to keep me legit you know and occasionally I take passengers on my ship. Mostly Jedi. Guess they need someone with a shady background occasionally to get them into places where they couldn’t normally go. I am a tough person to read, most Jedi know that because...they don’t know if I like them or hate them. Well...that’s just me. I don’t exactly hate the Jedi but I don’t exactly like them either. They have their place in the universe, at least they are fairly normal. I’ve heard stories about Sith that make my blood freeze cold. Frack, a lot of things in the Force are unnatural to say the least. Nope, I am loyal to the Republic and the Jedi for the most part. Course if the Republic or the Jedi complain about the ways I make a living then they can go frack themselves. No one is that perfect. Character Skills and Abilities: (A list of skills and abilities the character has to keep track of. The skills are located here and the Force Powers are located here.) Novice Blade Weapon Martial Arts: intermediate Teras Kasi Intermediate Blaster Pistol Novice Single Saber Form I -novice Shii-Cho Personal Starship Proficiency Heavy Freighter Proficiency Intermediate Vehicular Combat Intermediate Stealth Intermediate Survival Slicing Proficiency Programming Proficiency Force Dash Force Jump Force Stealth Force Persuasion Force Camouflage
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