Star Wars: The Wretched Hive
Estranged member of the Bothan SpyNet, now a Jedi initiate
Koth Men’dak, Jedi Medium Male Bothan Scoundrel 1/Jedi 2
Hit Dice: 4 (35 HP)
Speed: 6 Squares
Defenses: Fort 14, Reflex 18, Will 20
Damage Threshold: 14
Second Wind: 7
Attack: Lightsaber +4 melee (2d8 + 4), or boot knife +4 melee (1d4 + 4) or boot knife +5 ranged (1d4 + 3) or blaster pistol +5 ranged (3d6+2/stun)
Special Attacks: Deflect, Force Disarm, Rebuke, Move Object
Special Qualities: Surge
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 14, Con 9, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 14
Skills: Acrobatics +9, Gather Information +14, Knowledge (Galactic Lore) +8, Mechanics +8, Use Computer +8, Use the Force +9
Feats: Force Sensitivity, Force Training, Point Blank Shot, Skill Focus (Gather Information), Skill Training (Use the Force), Weapon Proficiency (Lightsabers), Weapon Proficiency (Pistols), Weapon Proficiency (Simple Weapons)
Talents: Knack (p. 46), Deflect (p. 41)
Force Points: 7
Languages: Basic, Bothese, Kel Dor
Gear: Lightsaber, boot knife, blaster pistol (licensed), pocket scrambler, long-range comlink, all-temp cloak, security kit, mesh tape, datapad, 420 credits
Force Powers: Force Disarm (p. 97), Move Object (p. 98), Rebuke (p. 100), Surge (p. 100)
When I was young, my father always told me, “Secrets are a powerful force; they can be your weapon or your downfall.” I never truly knew what that meant, but it was the motivation for my entry into the service of the Bothan SpyNet. Not the most glamorous life, but it afforded me a degree of comfort.
It also afforded me unparalleled access to many things many folks would rather not have known. That is how I found out about the Holowan disaster…and my father’s death. He managed to keep his ties to Project Phlutdroid well hidden; it wasn’t until I heard rumors of the slaughter of the Mechis III staff did I find a trail leading back to him.
My memory is spotty of the years following that revelation; a booze-filled haze of debauchery and violence. Then she came along.
“Look at you.” Her voice was at the same time reassuring and altogether frightening.
“I don’t know what you want,” I replied, sipping the last of my drink, “but if you’re a hooker, you’re out of luck. I’m broke.”
“Oh, I am here to proposition you, but this one won’t end in tears.” She took the empty seat next to me. That’s when I saw it. As she sat down, her duster flapped open, revealing, briefly, a relic from a more civilized age.
“My name is Sophia, and I am here to show you a better life.”
That was 5 years ago. I had been training as Sophia’s Jedi padawan ever since…
…That is, until a few months ago. A short time ago, Sophia left me to complete my meditations, and never returned. I searched the area around the training ground, to no avail, finding nothing but an increased Imperial presence.
I fear that she’s been captured.
I’ve reentered into the SpyNet. If I can’t find information on her whereabouts, I might be able to find some people who can help me find her…
…Or avenge her.