KA'DO KAAN
THE BUTCHER OF BRENTAAL
BOUNTY HUNTER | GUN-FOR-HIRE | OUTLAW
Ka'do Kaan, the infamous outlaw and gunslinger from the Outer Rim.
HISTORY
SIS Dossier: Captain Ando Grey (RSF)
Name: Ando GreyAge: [REDACTED]
Height: [REDACTED]
Weight: [REDACTED]
Species: Human
Status: MIAHistory: Subject enlisted with the Galactic Republic Army at age [REDACTED] at Outpost 12-A on the planet of [REDACTED]; soon inducted into the SPECWAR pipeline after being personally selected by [REDACTED]. Outstanding physical specimen with an unmatched eye for sharpshooting; observed striking targets beyond the average soldier's range of visibility with unerring accuracy and precision. Peers and instructors noted the subject's natural propensity for marksmanship and, after further evaluation, none have ever demonstrated such unparalleled abilities. Though not as exemplary, the subject's impressive skill as a starship pilot also merits consideration, as he was observed navigating treacherous thoroughfares in both holographic simulations and sanctioned training scenarios with unprecedented expertise. After undergoing many months of rigorous preparatory and supplementary training with the Republic Special Forces, Ando Grey easily transcended to the ranks of the Republic's finest in quick succession.Thirteen (13) years of military service, seven (7) official promotions, dozens of classified and unclassified covert missions, and several major classified military campaigns illustrate Captain Ando Grey's distinguished career. A decorated officer within the RSF, he served as an acclaimed operative amidst the lower echelons of SPECFOR Command, planning and executing clandestine operations in congruence with the Republic Strategic Information Service. His relatively swift escalation through the ranks is largely attributed to his astounding success as both a soldier and a leader. For all intents and purposes, subject was considered an invaluable asset during his tenure within the Galactic Republic Army. During the waning months of his final commission, Captain Grey accepted orders to assist during the Battle of Corellia.Troop-bearing spacecraft transporting subject and his strike team of [REDACTED] commandos was shot down inside the city of Kor Vella; due to the absence of an established communication link thereafter, all passengers were presumed dead but subsequently declared MIA. No bodies were recovered, no survivors were found, and no further updates have been accrued in the years following the incident.
WANTED: DEAD or ALIVE
Name: Ka’do KaanBounty: 200,000 Credits
Bonus: 50,000 Credits for Successful Capture
Classification: Core Worlds (Galactic Republic)
Last Known Location: UNKNOWNKa'do Kaan is a vicious, remorseless bounty hunter that has committed capital crimes in over a dozen systems -- his bounty is an accruement from multiple levels of galactic governance, from the planetary to regional echelons. An infamous gunslinger and starship pilot that operates largely within Galactic Republic channels, Kaan's predisposition towards merciless brutality has garnered himself a dauntless reputation among several systems. Despite being painted as a cunning, implacable hitman that regularly executes contracts from the most notorious criminal syndicates, Kaan has consistently exhibited uncharacteristic tendencies unfamiliar amongst his peers, rendering him an unpredictable adversary. Extreme caution is advised when engaging with Kaan, who has notably dispatched influential, high-profile targets and wrought unprecedented destruction upon government property on behalf of aforementioned criminal syndicates. Remain wary of the commandeered Mandalorian beskar plates that protect critical junctures on his body, in addition to the durasteel attachments and many technological armaments nestled within his trench coat and beneath his wide-brimmed hat. Kaan is distinguishable largely due to the advanced cybernetic replacement of his right eye, believed to further augment his considerable marksmanship.Ka'do Kaan is wanted DEAD or ALIVE, but a bonus will be conferred for his capture. The Galactic Republic has charged him with Abduction of Republic Officials, Aiding and Abetting Known Insurgents, Aggression Against the Republic, Capital Murder of Republic Officials, Destruction of Republic Property, Flight to Avoid Republic Prosecution, Possession of Illegal Weapons, and Use of Illegal Weapons in over a dozen planets and sectors. If applicable, refer to a nearby Republic government office to make the proper arrangements.Originator: Rear Admiral Kantu, Brentaal IV, Bormea Sector, Brentaal System
Receiver: Any planetary government office on Brentaal IV
CHAPTER I
Somewhere inside the city of Kor Vella during the Battle of Corellia, 13 ATC...Scintillating streaks of scorching plasma thunder across a field of death, vaporizing everything in their destructive paths. Mountains of blackened corpses besmirch the once-wondrous thoroughfares of a grandiose cityscape, discarded unceremoniously upon the pavement amidst the aftermath of a deadly conflict. The odor of expiration wafts through the air with a rancid fetidness, assaulting the nostrils like belligerent waves crashing against a craggy coast. Hardened men clamour upon the charred ramparts of a crumbling fortification, relieving their haggard rifles of spent cartridges before reloading and subsequently unleashing another volley unto an unseen adversary. The screams of diminishing souls assail the ears like a beast feasting upon its prey, claws and fangs rending flesh from bone with boundless savagery. Pillars of smoke spiral upwards from a raging inferno, painting unsightly mounds of stifling grayness upon a once-illustrious canvas. Flickering flames crackle with devious intent, devouring entire structures with their insatiable appetite and engulfing the distant horizon in a horrific tapestry of devastation. The ground trembles nigh permanently as artillery bombardment rattles the foundations of the city, sending violent tremors in every direction from each calamitous epicenter. Dozens of screeching starfighters soar overhead amidst an opalescent blanket of anti-aircraft ordinance, sweeping across the tarnished sky in an tireless struggle for airborne superiority as barrage after barrage of plasma barrels forth from their cannons. A daunting spectacle of vibrant explosions flashes between the cresting steeples of smoke, illuminating the underbelly of darkening clouds like an invisible floodlight.A refractory bolt of blaster-fire slams into the shoulder of a defending soldier, singing his carbon-scored pauldron and searing the flesh beneath as he crumples to the earth. A bloodcurdling scream leaps forth from the depths of his throat, accompanied by a clambering hand to quickly apply pressure to the bubbling wound. While his position upon the ramparts is quickly replaced by another, a weathered medic swiftly emerges through the cluster of troopers amassed within the fortification, pushing and shoving through the throng of riflemen with several med-pacs clutched within his grasp. Padded knees soon strike the dusty, blood-drenched dirt as the medic presses a hand upon the soldier's chest, flattening him against the ground while simultaneously reaching for a bacta canister. The emerald concoction seeps into every orifice manufactured by the plasma bolt, soothing and mending the simmering flesh with every application. Despite this, or perhaps as an attribution thereof, the soldier unleashes yet another harsh, guttural scream, clenching his teeth and tightening his grip upon the medic's arm in simultaneous fashion. Gnarled, soot-covered fingers dig deeply into the tensed muscle, inciting discomfort within the medic who seeks nothing more than to assuage the wounded soldier's fears. Conciliatory words are ushered forth upon a soft, reposeful tongue, coupled with a subduing gaze that thinly veils the worrisome agitation within. As the soldier's laboured breathing eventually settles, an authoritative voice resonates from amidst the ranks of those still standing."When the odds seem insurmountable, heed these words," a baritone elocution thunders above the din of battle, tinged with a peculiar drawl and a poised assertiveness. Helmeted heads wearily turn towards its source, gazing upon the resolute commander whom ambles forth with confidence and determination. Blackened visors conceal disconcerted expressions and anxious countenances but, despite their apparent consternation, none dare to impede upon the impending speech of their superior. The commander centerfold is adorned armour and armaments similar to his subordinates; a durasteel cuirass and various protective plates are demarcated by swathes of Republic markings. Two blasters are holstered upon his hips, rattling noisily against his flank with every lumbering step. The gauntleted hands of dozens of soldiers rest upon the steel frames of rifle stocks and blaster hilts, while an eerie --- albeit temporary --- silence soon settles upon the battlefield, as if the commander's final utterance commands a momentary respite amidst the ceaseless fighting. The indiscriminate blaster-fire halts for brief moment of reprieve, the echoing explosions overhead dwindle into fading memory, and the contrite grieving of dying men fades into transient obscurity. "The tides of darkness may crash against our shores, but the light of the sun never falters."
CHAPTER II
Coming soon.