Name: Astrade Tur’esta
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Affiliation: Independent
Occupation: Outlaw

At first glance, it’s safe to say Astrade Tur’esta doesn’t look like much of a match, but her appearance is deceptive of her true strength. A young, blue-eyed woman standing at 5’7” and weighing only 125 pounds, she has the thin frame of an addict. What weight the Outlaw has is mostly muscle formed from years in her line of work, keeping her ship in running order and brawling in bars across the Galaxy. The slightly pale complexion of the Outlaw is also a reflection of her over-used addictions, but it has also been caused by long periods of time spend in the deep reaches of space, where Astrade feels most at home. She has never kept secret her lack of love for being grounded, feeling planets are of little use beyond refueling, restocking and being chased by every bounty hunter in the sector.

Other than a few scars from her life of crime and mechanics, Astrade has only one unnatural mark on her body. A single tattoo on the inside of her right wrist, the same symbol painted on the side of her ship. A symbol of strength, bravery and power.



Dynamic-Class Freighter rebuilt and heavily customized - Exodus
Two DC-15s side arm blasters
One KYD-21 blaster pistol
One DC-15 Blaster Rifle



Astrade has been in a lot of fights throughout her life, but despite this fact she isn't very skilled in hand to hand. She's a brawler, the kind that'll punch you in the face or break a bottle of your head, but against someone whose actually been trained she wouldn't stand much of a chance. Brute strength and aggression vrs actual skill is always a one sided battle.

However, she has a lot of experience and talent when it comes to a pistol. Astrade's draw in both speed and accuracy has yet to be matched, which is a fact that has saved her life many, many times. She also knows how to handle most other kinds of guns, though none quite as well as a pistol. On top of that knowledge she knows the inns and outs of guns, how to take them apart and clean them, what makes them work and of course how to make them stop working.

Astrade is the same way with Ships. A mechanic's daughter with a natural talent and love for machines, ever since she could pick items up she was taking them apart and trying to put them back together again. By doing this throughout her life, learning from her father and various friends since his death as well as a lot of self teaching, Astrade has become a very talented mechanic. She's also learned a lot about most electronic equipment, especially anything to do with security systems. Her decade as a thief and Outlaw made this knowledge obtainable. Astrade does not, however, trust any sort of AI system unless she programs it herself. This includes droids.

Living on a ship has also given Astrade a certain talent for flying. She's been in the cockpit of a lot of ships and her vast knowledge of them has always made it easy for Astrade to know how they can handle, cutting down on the amount of time she needs to master the ships abilities.




The stubborn nature, blunt attitude and tough personality of the Outlaw has made her seem rather anti-social and gruff to people. She’s a touch, cunning, impudent, crass, rough, stubborn and foul-mouthed woman that doesn’t take bull from anyone. The abuse in her past life and the path of crime she has walked since has given the woman a thick skin and a tendency to hit someone when they insult her, rather than asking for an apology. She puts forth a flirty persona that is used to distract the people around her from what’s really going on inside. It’s like a mask she wears to keep anyone from looking very deep. It has served her well over the years, just so long as she keeps everyone in her life at arms length.

Not a fighter but a brawler, Astrade would rather punch you in the face and break a bottle over your head then have a civilized argument. Fighting dirty comes with the territory, she simply assumes everyone else either understands that rule or has no place in this Galaxy, much less in her crosshairs. The only place fighting fair comes into play is with a pair of pistols, and even that is a slippery slope from honorable duel to back alley shootout. Her addictions likely feed into this aggressive nature, especially if it’s been a while between fixes. Addicted to alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and adrenalin, Astrade spends a good amount of her time nursing her cravings.

Despite all of the negative aspects of the woman’s personality, the few people in her life that Astrade has allowed to get close have seen a completely different side of her. She believes in loyalty above all else. Once she gives it to a person she will not break that silent vow for anything short of the other person betraying her. She is also loving, sensitive, intelligent, strong and the sort of person that will put her own life at risk for someone else’s, if for nothing more than the chance to save a life more innocent than her own. However, because of the abuse in her past life, there are only a handful of people in the Galaxy that have gotten close enough to Astrade to see the truth about who she is. Most of those people are now gone.

In short, she’s a crass woman who drinks, smokes and curses too much. She’s done crime most of her life and dreams dying in a blaze of glory on the top ten most wanted list. She’s a fight first, think after type of person who too often draws when she should have holstered. Someone once said ‘You can’t throw a rock in space without hitting someone Astrade Tur’esta has pissed off.’ That statement couldn’t be truer.



Childhood

Astrade Tur’esta was born on the desert planet of Smarteel. Located in wildspace and mostly outside the reach of normal Galactic influence, the planet had it’s good and it’s bad points. They weren’t able to trade as much because of their location, their lack of being under Confederacy control or allied with the Free Sectors, and because on a desert planet there really wasn’t much worth trading. However, because of the very reasons that made trade difficult, criminals and the bounty hunters that chased them made Smarteel a regular stop in their galactic travels. This brought a decent flow of credits to the planet and the people who called it home.

The Tur’esta’s were simple people that owned a small, family run business which specialized in repair. Ships, cruisers, droids or anything else that needed a mechanic’s hand, Tur’esta Custom Repair was the place to go while on Smarteel. For a while business was pretty good, Astrade’s brother Kess, her only sibling, worked in the shop next to his father from a young age, slowly building both the trust and the skill to become an actual mechanic in their father’s business. Astrade promptly followed in her brothers footsteps, starting out at the age of nine when she would be set to sweeping the shop after it had closed for the night.

Every chance the girl got she supervised the repairs her father and brother were working on, watching their hands move, which tools they chose and listening to closely to the lessons being taught. Despite her mother’s best efforts and her father’s attempt to pretend he didn’t love handing her a wrench and telling her she could help, Astrade fell deeply in love with the idea of one day becoming a mechanic. When Astrade was thirteen her father came across a rundown old ship that had been stripped nearly bare by pirates and desperate men or women looking for spare parts and even local mechanics trying to save a few credits. He purchased the ship and gave it to both his children as a gift, claiming if they could repair on their own, they could do with it as they pleased.

Kess and Astrade spent every spare moment working on that ship for two years, until Kess finally had the chance to leave their home planet and enroll in military college. It was her mother’s worst nightmare, save from him becoming a criminal, but nothing she could say would convince Kess not to go. This was what he wanted, what he needed. In her brothers absence she poured herself all the more deeply into the ship their father had purchased them, wishing to make as much progress as possible before his first visit back home. In the back of her mind she had convinced herself that finishing this ship, with or without Kess, was her only chance to leave their home planet and have a life of her own, the way Kess had.

Within a few months Kess had returned for a visit home, though his stay was to be rather short, it turned out he would not be returning to school at all. Though their father hid it well, mostly out of fear of bringing more stress on their mother or disappointing the family, the business had not been doing well. The Tur’esta’s had fallen under a mound of debt and the only way Alban had seen out of the hole was to finally open his business up to the criminals that practically ran this planet. Not through repairs, but through any means necessary. He started out simple, passing messages for pirates and criminals, then he started allowing people to store their more delicate merchandise – Such as Spice or anything else that had a high risk of being stolen down at the docks – in the storage units both behind and under the mechanic shop. From there things continued to escalate.

Sins of the Father

When Kess returned home it was difficult for their father to continue hiding the truth, and within a few days everything had been exposed. Not through a bad lie, a slip of the tongue or any other simple mistake, but through the worst thing their father could have done. Holding merchandise for two rivaling groups of criminals under the same roof, it didn’t take long for one to find out about the other. They came into the shop in the late afternoon and promptly took the entire family hostage, demanding that he tell them where the rival groups merchandise was being help, but Alban continuously insisted that the only goods he was holding belonged to the men holding them at gunpoint.

As they began to interrogate him it didn’t take long to realize that the father’s pain alone was not enough to make him stop his lies. They turned to the family, assaulting and brutalizing the mother first, and when that didn’t work they turned to the children. After a long night of torture, beating and pain the entire family was left bloody and broken. Alban had died after several hours of beating, the fatal blow coming from one of his favorite wrenches slamming into the back of his head at the hand of the pirate that seemed to be in charge. Her mother was unconscious from her wounds, the worst of which were the carvings on her face, and Astrade herself had been relieved of her left arm from mid-forearm down.

Kess was beaten so badly he looked like nothing more than a bloody pulp of flesh, but rather than leaving this one to die, the pirate decided they wanted to get something out of this night, since Alban had never revealed the location of the other groups goods or even admitted having them. They took Kess with them, intending to turn him into the perfect little pirate apprentice, and left the rest of the family to die, recover or be found by worse types than themselves.

The next few days were nothing more than a blur to Astrade. A friend of the family had come by the shop in hopes of borrowing some tools and found the brutalized group, immediately calling for medical assistance. Despite their best efforts to fight it off, an infection quickly set into Astrade’s arm and they were forced to amputate the rest of the limb. They outfitted her with a temporary mechanic replacement, but it was a grotesque looking thing that Astrade couldn’t stand. Her mother, who had struggled against death for nearly two weeks, eventually passed from the severity of her wounds.

The making of an addict

Once Astrade was well enough to return home she took up her father’s shop. Barely sixteen at the time she was not permitted to live alone, but the family of childhood friend, Daniel, elected to look after the girl, as she seemed to have no family left. They helped her get the proper paperwork to reopen her father’s shop and run it both in his memory, and as a means to make enough money to start supporting herself. In her spare time, and with the help of Daniel, she began working on two other projects. A replacement for the hideous thing that had replaced her arm, and the ship she and Kess had been working on for so long.

It took nearly two years to finish the ship, but when Astrade became of legal age she was finally able to leave Smarteel with the man that had become her best friend, and search for a life away from the haunting memories of her family. She closed up her father’s shop, keeping most of the tools and several of the spare parts, sold the location and left planet with Daniel at her side, content to follow the big plans he had laid out for their new lives. It wouldn’t take long for Astrade’s version of her replacement arm would be replaced again, paid for by many months of slow work and one hell of an under-the-table doctor. Now she wears a piece of machinery that looks like the arm she once lost.

Six months passed and the big plans had already started to go downhill. The lifestyle Daniel had set out for, fame and riches through easy work of transportation, which he was so certain would more than pay for what they needed, turned into smuggling and minor crime gigs. The friendship between the partners had also shifted into something more romantic, Daniel becoming Astrade’s first everything. Boyfriend, kiss, sexual experience and of course, abuser. It started out light at first, mean comments here and there when he was frustrated at the lack of success they were having, a few scary moments where he’d throw something during an argument, and eventually much more.

Every time he did something Astrade managed to convince herself it was either no big deal or her own damn fault. She had been a broken teenager that grew into a broken young woman who was too afraid of loosing the only person in the Galaxy that had started to feel like family to actually stand up for herself. As the violence escalated, Astrade grew a tougher skin and took whatever he threw at her. For two years she took his beatings, his cruelty and his jealousy in utter silence. The only comfort she found was the first time she picked up a whiskey bottle and took a drink. As if the warm burn of alcohol could wash away the truth. It was Daniel’s preferred drink and she turned it into her own vice.

Her twenty first birthday came and went in a flash, Daniel deciding they should celebrate on their favorite planet. Dennon. This was the first night Astrade had seen spice so close, and the first night Daniel had decided it was time he took on the habit. She didn’t mind at first, they were celebrating and it wasn’t as if one time really meant anything, but as the days started to pass and he kept going back for more, eventually buying a decent supply when they left planet, she voiced her opinion. This, as it generally seemed to do, resulted in Daniel’s rage. It was the worst night of her life because this time, Astrade actually tried to fight back.

It didn’t take more than a few months for Astrade to give into Daniel’s insistence that she should get on the wagon with him, joining the ranks of spice addict. She hated the way his drugs made her feel and began experimenting with others, eventually settling on the high of painkillers. They came in rather useful when Daniel decided it was time to throw a beating in her direction, and they numbed the emotional pain that she went through every time she thought about the life she was leading. But still, she was content to remain at his side because he was the only person in the Galaxy she had.

The years with Daniel weren’t entirely wasted. She learned many things about the criminal world, built several contacts, learned how to fly a ship and how to fight – though never against Daniel – and learned how to shoot a blaster. This latter she was best at, seeming to have the same sort of natural talent for it as she did in the field of mechanics. As it turned out, as Astrade’s twenty third birthday started to draw near, the pain of the past five years started coming to a climax. Daniel was more violent than ever, using more and more spice by the day and spending nearly every morning lying on the floor next to the toilet and puking whatever was in his stomach. Astrade, every morning, was more than happy to leave him lying there.

Daniel, on the other hand, was ready to be through with Astrade. But as most his sort of mentality often felt, if he was done with her, he certainly wasn’t going to let her run off with someone else. Instead he orchestrated what he thought was an ingenious betrayal, setting her up to be caught by a bounty hunter. They had both earned a moderate bounty in the past few years, a couple hundred for each their heads, and by breaking a deal with a local hunter who had about as much skill as Daniel did brains left in his spice addicted head, it was all to easy to convince the man to take the girl and leave him alone.

The plan went down at a dock on Dennon, Daniel actually walking Astrade straight to the hands of the hunter and handing her over himself. Shocked and unsure she really believed what was happening, the only thing Astrade could think to ask was why. In response Daniel simply stated “For the credits, doll. For the credits.”

Astrade was not the most skilled of fighters in the Galaxy, in fact anyone with a decent amount of training could have, and still could, kick her up and down an alley way, but she knew a lot about brawling and she knew a lot about the right timing. The hunter’s lack of skill didn’t hurt either. It took less than an hour for her to lure the hunters guard down – a pretty prisoner never had much trouble with a dim witted man that had been alone for far too long – and escape. She returned to Exodus, the ship her father had given her as nothing more than a useless hull and was now her home, and confronted Daniel over what he had done.

He claimed that he knew she would escape and that there was nothing lost, only a few credits gained, but Astrade had finally reached the breaking point. She’d had enough, enough of the beating, enough of the cruelty, enough of it all. It only took her striking him once to start a fight, but this time she fought harder than ever before to not only defend herself from his blows, but actually beat him. It was long and painful, but she managed to get him down and put a blaster in his face, to which he only laughed. That laugh seemed to drill into Astrade’s mind worse than any punch, slap or hit he’d even given her. It snapped something inside the Outlaw and as she rose to her feet, pushing the barrel of a blaster against a kneeling Daniel’s forehead, listening as he still insulted her, still tried to tear her down and break her spirit, she finally did something for herself.

She pulled the trigger and splattered his brains across the deck.

Making Crime in all the right places

The next several months of Astrade's life were particularly difficult. She fell deeper and deeper into both her addiction to whiskey and painkillers, allowing herself to get nearly as bad as Daniel had. It was the terrible silence that got to her. She had expected the guilt and sorrow, had expected to mourn Daniel despite the things he had done to her, had even expected the self loathing that came from murdering not just a man, but a man she had loved. What she had not expected, what she had never expected, was the loneliness. She had spent the past five years on that ship feeling as if she were alone in the Galaxy, but now there wasn't even the sound of Daniel's raving to chase away the silence. The darkness of space has a way of getting into your mind, and all the pills in the world couldn't keep it away.

She returned to her life of crime, using some of the contacts she and Daniel had made, mostly the ones that hadn't been overly fond of the now dead man, to build herself a client list. Smuggling and small time thieving turned into smuggling and big time thieving. The more jobs she took on the more skills she learned and the more ‘friends’ she made. The only downside, which Astrade rarely actually saw as a downside, was the criminal record she was building herself. Each crime upped her bounty a little higher, which brought more and more hunters on her tail. It was terrifying, exciting, and Astrade's chance to leave behind the legacy she'd always talked about.

Well established crime syndicates slowly started hiring Astrade for small, random jobs from time to time, upping her criminal status in the Galaxy a little higher with each employment. She remained affiliated only with herself, seeing the downsides of selling her soul to another group, and the lack of employment she’d be allowed to take once it happened. For a while, it felt like the world was finally at the Outlaw’s fingertips, despite the constant dark spiral of her addictions. A new solar cycle began, the powers that be distracted with deciding what the Galaxy was going to look like this term, and Astrade was free to continue causing trouble wherever she went. The law was still on her tail, bounty hunters a little closer, but these were the years Astrade knew she would build her legacy.

Then, suddenly, tragedy struck. A ship crashed into Coruscaunt killing millions. The weight of these deaths affected most of the Galaxy, even someone so distant from the world as Astrade Tur’esta. It wasn’t long before even worse news started to spread throughout the Galaxy, news of some sort of super virus killing even more innocent beings. The Outlaw heard only rumors of these events from her place in the reaches of space, but as the rumors grew louder, scarier and more consistent, she could not stop herself from coming in from the outer rim. She might keep the world at arms length, but that didn’t mean there weren’t people in her heart, friends and allies she cared about.

For the past few months Astrade has been traveling the outer rim, being careful to avoid the infected planets as best as she can, and continuing to make crime in all the right places. The longer she spends in this area, the more she feels herself growing attached… And why not? Crime on these planets gets better publicity, and the more publicity your crime gets, the higher your name will rise on the most wanted list. The only dream the woman has left.

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