Syrna Keloth

Force Points: 2

Character Points: 3

Dex 3D

• Blaster +1D
• Dodge +1D

Lightsaber: 3D

Know 3D +1

• Streetwise +1D
• Languages +1D
• Planetary Systems +1D

Mech 2D

Perc 4D

Str 2D +2

Tech 3D

• Computer Program/Repair +1D
• Security +1D

Force:

• Sense 3D +1
• Control 3D
• Unity 1D

Jedi Robes give +1 to all Force skills.

Force Powers:

• Life Detection
• Life Sense
• Telepathy
• Concentration
• Control Pain
• Accelerate Healing
• Danger Sense

Syrna was born to House An'Doa, and for a while, they debated if she would become Strong or remain Weak. Ultimately, they decided the latter, and trained her to be an advanced scout, touching down and meeting the locals, sizing them up, and determining their weaknesses and resources. She learned on the job, as apprentice to those of the House, who were sometimes prized, and sometimes on probation.

Her own reception upon graduating to journeyman was not what she hoped. Always, the Strong were right, even when she was sure a softer path would have won more resources for the House. Finally, when the Imperials came recruiting, she managed to stand out, and become noticed, then drafted.

She did well in the corps, and was trusted to solo recon missions on unfamiliar worlds, as long as they weren't classified as aggressive.

On one such world, she came to admire the way they faced the hostile nature and their philosophical resilliance - passionate grief, yet, when done, they moved on - more and more, she became convinced that they suffered fewer long term effects than those who hung to the passion of the tragedy in the Empire.

When at last they were slaughtered, Syrna felt as if she had been knifed in the gut. But against whom could she rage? The Emperor? The Legions? The House who had discovered the world? This was the way things are.

Ironically, it was the ways of the now-slaves retained their dignity that spoke to her; that despite what should have broken them, in some way, they managed to appear better off than the dross that oversaw them, the worst of the Empire.

She was listening, watching, and when the holocron fell into her hands (smuggling its passage to the Temple) - she was more receptive than her superiors had dreamed.