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Databank Entry: [Redacted]
Classification: Human (Mutant/Altered)
Affiliation: None
Force Alignment: None (Force Void Entity)
Status: Active
Notable Traits: Force Nullification, Regeneration, Cognitive Obscurity
-Force Void
The subject's most defining trait is an innate Force Void field, a naturally occurring anomaly that renders him invisible and inaudible to Force perception. Jedi and Sith alike cannot sense his life force, emotions, or intent. In proximity, even the most powerful Force-sensitives experience a dulling of connection, as if the Force itself refuses to flow around him.
This ability extends outward in a localized radius, effectively nullifying the Force in that area. Force-users within this field experience difficulty channeling energy, performing telekinetic feats, or sensing others—functionally cutting them off from the force.
-Force Nullification
In addition to masking himself, the subject can directly interfere with Force-infused matter and abilities. Such as rendering lightsabers inert simply by his touch or proximity, their kyber crystals unable to resonate with the Force. This suggests a deeper interaction with the metaphysical structure of the Force itself, possibly a genetic or unnatural evolution similar to the Nenn twins or Yuuzhan Vong bio-void phenomena.
-Cognitive Obscurity
Even without active concealment, the subject exerts a passive mnemonic distortion effect. Witnesses are unable to retain clear memories of his appearance, voice, or presence. Surveillance footage and recordings often degrade, blur, or fail to capture him entirely. When pressed, witnesses can only describe him as "someone who was there," though none can agree on the details.
-Force Resistance
Immune to mind tricks, truth sensing, and telekinetic attacks have no measurable effect. While physical strikes and conventional weaponry can harm, Force-based abilities, particularly those targeting the mind or emotions, simply dissipate upon contact. The force absence can, however, be noticed by skilled sensitives, appearing as a hollow silence in the Force, an unnatural nothingness moving through its flow.
-Regenerative Physiology:
An extremely powerful healing factor comparable to the regenerative capabilities of enhanced species or cloning anomalies. Wounds that would prove fatal to an ordinary beings heal within moments. This biological resilience allows him to survive injuries ranging from blaster burns to dismemberment, regenerating tissue, bone, and organ matter with astonishing speed.
-Morphic Appendages: MC can also sprout 8 black tentacles from back and control them individually, the tentacles can also shapeshift, being able to create spikes, suctions, etc. You may also be able to sprout different body parts from the tentacles such as eyes, mouths, ears, etc.
Equipment:
Storage Bracelet:
A black-and-gold high-tech bracelet permanently fused to the user, serving as a key and interface to an infinite pocket dimension for storage. It can hold non-living objects up to 50 meters long and 100 meters wide, with no decay over time. Small or light items can be summoned or stored by hand; larger ones appear safely nearby. The user can also enter the storage space themselves, though lighting and propulsion are advised. Access is biometrically locked, only the wearer's living biosignature can use it.
2x Particle Magnum (Ronon Dax Stargate Atlantis.)
The Particle Magnum is a long-barreled revolver-like energy weapon powered by a removable, rechargeable luminescent power cell. Three small crystals on the barrel regulate its output, and a toggle switch with colored lights indicates its firing mode:
Orange (Stun): Knocks targets unconscious for hours—stronger than a Wraith stunner.
Red (Kill): Instantly lethal to humans and Wraith.
Green (Incinerate): Burns a 10-inch hole through most materials; multiple shots are needed to breach Lantean doors.
The weapon is highly versatile and powerful, capable of stunning even a raging rancor, like the storage bracelet access is biometrically locked, only the owner's living biosignature can use it.
High-Frequency Knife:
An indestructible, size-shifting blade capable of vibrating at high frequencies for extreme cutting power. It can adjust from a 4.5-inch tanto knife up to the length of a katana, and includes a sheath.
1x Smartphone: with music, movies saved in it.
1x 10.5" tablet
1x phone charger
1x damaged surge protector missing part of cord and outlet plug.
1x blanket, 3x pillows, 1x couch, 2x cushions.
[1]
I can't help but sigh as I lay on my well worn couch watching Star Wars The Phantom Menace, while editing one of my pre-existing fanfictions, when suddenly some sort of magic portal opens underneath my couch, I experience a sense of falling.
Florrum - 24BBY
"The Fucking Hell, was that?!" I shout, as my sense of falling comes to an end, as my couch lands in what appears to be a dry arid environment, the impact jars me from the couch making me bounce off of the couch and land face first onto the gravely/sandy dirt.
"Fuck." A groan/grunt escapes me as I slowly lift myself up off of the ground and get to my feet, breathing in deeply while spinning in a circle I take in my surroundings.
'I…am totally fucked.' Is the thought that passes through my mind as a big sigh escapes me, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Really what kinda fuckin bullshit is going on right now? A magic fucking circle and then I end up in what a texas prarie during a dry season?!" I continue to shout, while starting to wipe the red dirt off my clothes, which consists of white socks, denim carpenter jeans and a black cotton t-shirt.
Feeling the warm gravely, sandy dirt underneath my feet through my socks, makes my feet uncomfortable.
"Goddamn…my cursed life I ain't even got nothin to explain why this shit is happenin ta me!" I continue my cursing tangent before stopping to breath once I run out of breath, shutting my eyes, reaching up and pinching the bridge of my nose, letting out a shallow breath.
Opening my eyes once more I return to staring at my new surroundings, noticing just how... barren everything is. 'Wait this looks familiar…where have I seen this before?' In the distance there are a few strange-looking buildings, one almost looks like a sort of Sci-fi alien military compound.
There are also towers with arching purple energy going between them in the direction of the large building in the distance fence that seemed to be made with advanced technology.
'Is this? Naw it couldn't be.' I hum in question as I think this scene looks incredibly like Florrum where Hondo Ohnaka has his compound before and during the clone wars.
Suddenly something metallic on my wrist makes sunlight glint into my eyes, making me narrow them and squint, 'Hold on what the fuck is on my arm?!' I wonder as I lower my left arm to about midchest height and try to analyze what's on my wrist.
"It kinda looks like the inventory bracelet I used for my Perverted Multiverse Adventures FF." I hum as I try to access what's inside and a holographic image of a belt with two holsters and what looks like two Particle Magnum's from Stargate Atlantis and a knife sheath/handle on it.
"Uhh-huh…this isn't weird as fuck…nope not at all, I wonder if I can." I express in shock and extend my right hand into the holographic image…my hand comes into contact with cool leather, while the image shows my hand touch the side of the belt just behind one of the gun holsters.
'Woah.' Is my only thought as I grip the leather belt tightly and pull, the belt, holsters and weapons come out of the holographic image and the weight of the belt, the guns feel real, as real as the gravel digging into the bottoms of my feet and then it really hits me.
"Todo…we're not on earth anymore…or even in the same universe for that matter." Taking a couple of steps over to the couch finding my phone dangerously balanced on the back cushion, on top of an old table that's more of a drink holder than anything else because of how obsolete it is, in-between a Cuddledud blanket, a surge protector, and the actual phone charger.
Setting down the gun belt on the cushion beside me I tentatively pick up my phone, gently tapping the screen it comes to life showing a 97% battery and no signal/searching for connection.
'Better do what I can to save battery life.' I think and proceed in unplugging the power cord, swiping down from the top, hitting connections and turning off cellular, then turning on airplane mode before turning on extreme battery saver.
"Should I delete the Star Wars movies, cartoons and the wiki pages I have downloaded off of my phone?" I wonder aloud but decide against doing so, looking at the bracelet…more like an OG Omnitrix sized wrist cuff.
Tapping on the hollow golden rectangular shape in the middle on top of the bracelet once more the holographic screen reappears, I stuff my phone inside along with the charger, surge protector, tablet in a generic case, blanket and pillows before standing up from the couch and touching the couch, the couch disappears into the inventory and the gun belt falls to the ground.
Picking up the gun belt, cinching it around my waist, sliding my arms through the shoulder straps, I notice that there are four energy cells along my right breast, hunching over I also cinch the two four straps around my upper and lower thighs giving the holsters a bit of solidity/stableness.
"Okay so as far as Isekai's go I'm off to a good start at least, I'm armed, and I'm on a planet with intelligent life that isn't Xenophobic…well that is if you count pirates as intelligent." I hum and mentally thank whatever, R.O.B/God/Demon or whatever the fuck else that could have sent me here for giving me what they gave me.
But also feeling like shoving a damned Particle Magnum up their ass on the max setting and depleting the charge of a powercell for them, it, him or her for putting me through this shit.
'Alright, I have no food, no water…just weapons, a piece of furniture, pillows, blanket and mostly useless electronics…the only things I have that will probably interest pirates are the weapons, and me as probably a slave to sell.'
"Fuck it, I ain't got time to complain and whine, nothing I can feesibly do is gonna take me back home…time go deal with Hondo…at least I really hope this is where I think it is and it's not 40k or Star Trek." I remark dryly, in a tone that was a little too pleasant for my own liking as I start walking to what I believe is Hondo's base of operations.
"Shit, this is killing my feet…I dunno if I can even make it." I mumble to myself, while steeling my nerves to continue walking on my way, alongside the electric fence, the purple arcs of electricity crackling loudly.
'Probably gonna catch cancer walking near this powerline thing.' I express while frowning, resting my hands on the grips of the particle magnum's.
"I wonder if they use this power conduit as a fence for cattle or something, if not wouldn't it be better to bury the powerlines underground?" I wonder while humming a country song to myself.
After about half an hour of walking my feet feel raw but in a way that the pain is minimal and still only feels about as annoying as it did when I first stood up, but I know I'm hurt from each one of my steps that leaves behind bloody footsteps, let alone that my socks are pretty much shredded to the point there's only unblemished material around my ankles.
Not to mention with the sun above beating down on me causing me to be drenched in sweat. Luckily, I'm pretty used to this kinda intense heat so it's not too difficult to continue keepin on, keepin on.
Letting out a low noise of annoyance as sweat begins to slide down my forehead and into my eyes.
I try playing a game to take my mind off of things but all I spot besides the large structure in the distance and the occasional discus spaceship way the fuck up in the sky is dark tan to reddish dirt, dark rocks, orange rocks, and sand and…more dirt.
Nothing really interesting, apart from the electric fence around what appeared to be some sort of compound. Part of me wondered if this isn't Florrun or if it is but Hondo isn't in charge yet and it's still some sort of military base, would I be killed on site…because of my damned pessimistic brain.
'Ya know even if these guys don't immediately kill me, I wonder if I'll even be able to communicate with them…because I doubt they can speak or write English...' I wonder, my light frown from earlier turning into a deep frown as I continue walking towards the massive fortress.
'It really is a sight to see, it looks ancient yet advanced, I can make out a hangar and garage right next to it.' I express and suddenly out of the corner of my right eye down in a little dip I catch sight of a cloud of sand rising up into the air.
'What the? Ohh Fuck...' I express, and try to swallow nervously but my mouth and throat no longer have enough moisture in them to be anything but a mildly irritating action.
As the dust cloud grows I get a better view of what's causing it and it is about twenty people…Weequays
riding Speeder or Swoop bikes and hovering tank behind them, I know that they are Weequays by the scaly skin that all share it is almost a dark grayish-brown each man and maybe a few women ware simple clothing.
But on their hips and backs are an assortment of weapons, from knives and axes to guns.
'Well nobody is shooting at me yet…so I'll take that as a win…' I express but just as I do so one of the Weequays riding solo on a Swoopbike splits off from the pack and guns the throttle in my direction, with what looks like an electro staff used by Magna Guards raised in the air. "Aww Fuck." I curse as the club wacks me in the face. I feel/hear my skull cracking as my vision blacks out and my skull explodes with pain as my world blanks out.
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Slowly my world returns to me. My head is pounding like a jackhammer against my skull.
"Ughh...." I groan loudly, smacking my dry lips and opening my tired eyes. The world is a bit hazy and distorted, leading me to blink a few times to clear them. I feel hard, smooth, cool stone underneath me, there's barely any light to illuminate my surroundings…but from what I can see it looks like I'm in a sort of prison cell.
Standing up from the floor feeling groggy as hell, using both hands to massage my face and run my hands through my hair.
"Shit...this definitely isn't looking good for me at all…Fuck me..." I mutter in anger, annoyance and frustration, finding a small bench on the wall and behind me, a set of metal doors with small slits in them for me to peer out of.
"Fuck…I really am in a jail cell…as if waking up in a barren wasteland without my boots was bad enough." I groan out a curse, and begin using my index and middle fingers on each hand to massage my temples.
"Well, well, well! It looks like our intruding little friend here is awake!" A heavily accented and familiar voice speaks up from the other side of the prison cell's door, 'YES IT IS HONDO, he's the best!' I exclaim in my mind at seeing that Weequay pirate smiling widely, with a chuckle carried with his accent.
'And I can understand him, fucking score!' "Uhh-Hello there." I wave awkwardly towards the man noticing my Particle Magnums are gone but my knife is still here.
"Yes, yes hello…so, another wandering soul lost on Florrum, eh? We don't get many visitors around this system. But, you somehow managed to find our stronghold. That either means you're a pirate... or a bounty hunter. But... you don't look like either…even with these two strange blasters…" He hums to himself while staring at me appraisingly, a strange monkey-like creature propping up on his arm and I froze.
"What? Never seen a Kowakian Monkey Lizard?! Ha!" Hondo barks out a laugh, the monkey lizard joining in.
"N-not in person…no." I mutter while blinking, seeing Hondo in his red trimmed, brown leather duster, a helmet that kinda looks like a turtle shell on his head with goggles attached to it and on his hip is a pistol.
"Wait...are-are you all...pirates? Florrum…is that a planet?" I question, acting dazed and confused while trying to wrack my brain to find a way out of this mess.
'I think the only way out of this is to join his crew…if he'll have me that is…'
"We are men and women of opportunity." Hondo jokes playfully with a slight bit of laughter in his voice while he smiles widely.
I can't help but chuckle, Hondo has a way about him that makes him sound convincing and suave.
"Ah my apologies as a gentleman, it is only proper to introduce myself first. I am Hondo Ohnaka, the most feared pirate in this system! Now, who may you be, young man?" Hondo introduces himself, pointing his finger towards me.
"Me?" I ask in surprise and try to gulp, "Uhh…my name is Shane…and this may sound a little strange but I want to become a pirate." I say, coughing slightly at the end from my parched throat.
Hondo doesn't immediately say anything, making me smile and rub the back of my head nervously as I walk over to the door, looking at Hondo looking him dead in his eyes.
"Shane Town, at your service." I say and extend my hand through the center slit in the door, "It's a pleasure to meet you Hondo Ohnaka." A small smile on my face.
Hondo laughs, takes my hand and shakes it. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well Shane Town, hmm...a strange name..." Hondo hums at the end before releasing my hand and shrugging his shoulders and smiles at me once more.
"Well then, 'Shane Town' it seems you've gotten yourself in quite the peculiar pickle! Somehow stumbling across my stronghold and...having nothing besides the clothes on your back and these blasters. You are now a prisoner." He says, continuing to smile. "But, despite this little... setback, I have a proposition for you. Seeing you lost on Florrum has opened... a hole in my heart, if you accept, I think I can make use of you." Hondo continues, his grin widening.
'Get sold as a slave or used as one or die are probably my options…' I think letting a bit of a pause take place before accepting Hondo's offer.
"Alright, I'll take that deal, what sort of things you gonna have a guy like me do?" I ask Hondo. "Whatever it is, I sure hope it beats getting dumped on some rock without my boots." I add, trying to build up a bit of a background but I get a feeling Hondo isn't at all concerned about my background.
"Excellent!" Hondo responds with a hiss, smiling just as widely as his alien pet does.
"My proposal is simple and you already expressed an interest in joining my crew. Simply join my crew, and we'll put you to good use. You'll be paid of course, and... whatever loot you find, is yours to keep. I am being quite generous at the moment, you seem smart, intelligent, let us see if you are truly worthy of my generosity." Hondo chuckles darkly, and then extends his right hand through the slits in the door.
"So, what do you say...Shane? Do you want to be a pirate with us? Free from the shackles of the Republic or whatever master may try to enslave you?" Hondo questions, causing me to pause.
I take Hondo's hand, "Yo-Ho it's the pirate's life for me." I say with a smile on my face, though I have no intention of sticking around for too long but I know I need a way to earn money, buy equipment and maybe a ride off of this dustball to a core world.
Hondo laughs jovially and I release his hand and Hondo steps back a bit from the door and presses something, the door whooshes open and I step out of the cell.
'Hmm, I do know some places where to go for some good salvage and equipment, old battlefields and factories for supplies and loot…' My looting instincts honed by playing assassin's creed scream at me to take anything and everything I can get my hands on.
"May I have those back now, or do I have to prove myself useful and trustworthy enough to get them back?" I ask Hondo who smirks at me.
"Hmm, hmm." Hondo hums as he rubs his scally chin with his thumb of his free hand.
"Tell me why I can't get them to shoot and I'll return them." Hondo says with a smirk, and I can't help the small tug at the corners of my lips.
"They are locked to my living biosignature…only I can use them, it's a safety feature that there maker worked into them…don't ask me why cause I don't know, and I don't know how to change the signature either, in anyone's hands but my own they're just decorations." I say and Hondo looks down at the Particle Magnums with an intrigued expression before it becomes dismissive.
"Well that is disappointing, but I am a man of my word here are your blasters back, Shane." Hondo says extending his left hand to me and I tentatively take back my particle magnums that hum softly in my grip but I immediately holster them.
Then Hondo is slinging an arm around my shoulders, "Come come, it is time to get you some food and drink." Hondo says jovially as he starts dragging me out of the prison area of the compound.