Biography of Lara Navos

Name: Lara Navos
Callsign: -

Rank: Honored Citizen (0)
Duty: -
Dept.: Citizenry
Faction: Tion Hegemony

Race: Kiffar
Gender: Female
Age: 35

Lara NavosLara Navos is a Kuati female with a rebellious attitude. Using her looks to her advantage, she is always looking for a challenging days work in and amongst violence and gore, with no qualms about being with individuals of any race or gender. While previously having no open allegiances to anyone or any religion, she has recently discovered the benefit of support in circumstances. Proficient in the use of knives and hand-to-hand combat, she prefers an up close and personal feel to her violence, savouring the final moments of her victims pain and suffering, shying away from long range or space encounters as much as possible.

Where It Began

Lara Navos was born onboard the Acclamator-class Assault Ship Incognito while in Talravin system to Dar Victus and Lara Navos. Gifted her mothers' name, the daughter of Imperial officers she was placed into a foster home in the city of Talravin 04-04 with no further contact. She was adopted by a single Zabrak woman, Frey Jima who raised her in a small property on the outskirts of town. Shortly after her third birthday, Lara and Frey relocated to the nearby system of Kuat to ensure Lara could gain a reputable education. Selling whatever assets they could, Lara was enrolled into a combat curriculum within the Kuati Security Forces. Avoiding the less interesting classes of philosophy and historical insignificances, Lara focused her attention on her combat prowess, focusing on knives and close combat weaponry, with continued enthusiasm towards blasters and physical hand-to-hand combat.
Regularly keeping a low profile, she deliberately under performed in the eyes of her teachers to ensure she was not viewed as a threat by any of her classmates. This desire to remain secretive meant she received a number of wounds and bruises at the hands of those around her. She strived to grow her own sense of vitality and resilience, despite the pain and struggle she regularly found herself in. Her mother Frey continued to grow worried at her wounds, not wanting to loose her daughter to military wounds. While not in class, Lara avoided her extra curriculum studies and curfews to undertake in barbiturates, deathsicks and other bad habits. Barely over the age of fourteen, she was maintaining an addictive drug habit, which saw her receive regular disciplinary action and punishment due to high absenteeism rates from classes and poor performance.
As she grew through her teenage years, her attitude continued to change to one of a more rebellious nature. Taken aside by her foster mother Frey, she was advised of her parents' demise through private communications from Imperial authorities. Lara was non-committal, not flinching at the loss, but was enlightened and curious when she was told she had a sister. Working various part-time jobs throughout the city, she gathered whatever credits possible to make communication with her sister.
While their discussions were few and far between, Lara found them invaluable. Tex Navos was able to share invaluable life skills she had learnt over the years, while Lara soon began to realise how similar their personal lives had become. They both maintained a carefree lifestyle with a growing addiction to drugs and alcohol, while regularly facing disciplinary action and combat. With Frey diagnosed with a terminal illness, Lara began to grow more careless. She changed her attitude in her final classes to one of aggression, senseless beating a number of classmates without regard for their safety, while spending her nights out till the early hours, drinking and smoking until she could barely move. Regularly arrested by Kuati Security for drunk and disorderly combat among other infractions, Lara was presented with an ultimatum to either focus on her studies, or face expulsion from all classes.
Lara rarely appeared in class, maintaining her attendance just enough to avoid additional disciplinary action in order to spend time caring for her foster mother. Low on credits to maintain medical treatments, Lara made contact with her sister Tex Navos to gain insight on how to smuggle goods and services to the Unknown Regions. With a small loan and instruction from her sister, Lara began to smuggle various weapons and explosives from inside the Kuati Security Force to a number of growing criminal enterprises. Taking whatever credits she could in order to relieve herself of the goods as quickly as possible, Lara passed all the funds onto medical professionals and droid upkeep to care for her mother. In her final days, an MD Medical Specialist droid malfunctions when adjusting Frey’s life support systems. This malfunction caused Frey’s lungs to fill with fluids, drowning her before corrections could be made.
Frey - The Foster MotherAs Lara struggled to come to terms with her foster mothers’ passing, she began to harbour intense resentment towards droids, specifically those constructed via Imperial controlled companies due to their poor manufacturing of the particular MD Medical Specialist droid that killed Frey. Arrested and fined on numerous occasions for droid and property vandalism, Lara’s attitude continued to sour, her psyche struggling with depression which her body continued to battle exorbitant amounts of drugs and alcohol wrecking her internal organs.
Shortly after her mothers' passing, Lara disappeared from the Kuati Security Force academy several months before final graduation and certification, stowing away on a HCT-2001 Dragonboat-class Freighter to the Ash Worlds. Scouting for a safe haven to reevaluate her next move, Lara landed in the underbelly of the hot planet Iego. While various holovids attempted to locate her since her abrupt departure from Kuat with arrest warrants and high priced rewards, she stayed out of sight and honed her skills. She focused on her new life, taking a number of smuggling assignments to keep a roof over her head, while continuing to fund her various addictions.
Her training benefited her while working with questionable individuals and criminals of varying skills, she developed a number of new talents including intense interrogation and torture, using knives to cut away at a victims fresh to cause the greatest amount of pain while keeping them alive. While the day job kept her in and around violence, the night life was more low-key. She remained in various drinking establishments until she could barely walk, drinking Corellian Ale after Corellian Ale, getting lost in the haze of hallucinogens of drunken rage and plumes of smoke from her deathsticks. Scoffing at those who viewed these vices as a detriment to character, Lara would use them to her advantage, fornicating with whoever she desired to satisfy her needs, or to discourage those she had no desire associating with.
With her various debts soon paid off, Lara broadened her horizons, taking freelance assignments with a number of larger corporations, local governments and criminal overlords. Occasionally seen around Gree in Black Sun space, Lara remained largely off the grid of the galactic limelight, while continuing her investigations into Tex Navos’s whereabouts. Spending multitudes of credits on research and investigations, Lara eventually located her last reported position within the Denhui system, aboard a Veltraa-Class Cruiser. As Lara arrived on the vessel, she was again met with death as Tex’s motionless corpse was slumped in a chair from a self inflicted blaster wound. Landing on the nearby planet of Denhui-Eight Lara buried her half sister in a small, unmarked grave, paying her final respects to the sister she barely knew.
Observing the final wishes of Tex, Lara took the Veltraa-Class Cruiser to the Allied Tion sector, leaving the vessel in orbit of the hot planet Cadinth, while Lara took an escape pod to the surface. Spending a number of months in solitude, Lara evaluated her next move in life. Still with a lust for violence and inappropriate behaviour, she wanted to maintain her criminal lifestyle. However given her history and lack of direction, she took the unorthodox direction of approaching the political government of Cadinth, the Tion Hegemony. Avoiding the temptation of violence, Lara arranged to be deployed within the interior ministries, focusing on administration responsibilities to keep her attention away from anger. While she received a number of warnings and citations from management, Lara maintained her role within the government, responsible for minor political dealings and commercial expansions across various sectors.

Becoming Accustomed to Legitimacy

Through the initial months of her deployment within the Hegemony Interior, Lara struggled to restrain her activities to those of a legitimate nature. Continually warned by officials for her after hour activities, Lara regularly found herself a-party to assaults and brawls incited at various underground gambling establishments and alcohol stations. Eventually arrested causing various facial injuries and pulling teeth from a Gamorrean traveller, Lara was placed on administrative duties. With her appearance being not the norm of a political operation, Lara was shunned by her associates, placed in a basement office under mountains of paperwork in Allied Tion space. Out of the public eye, Lara barely maintained an office, her outgoings minimal as she spent the majority of her time drunk and high on various barbiturates and Ryll. As time continued, her activity was soon identified by the Lady Hegemon, Stephanie Barefoot and the First Lady Lilith Delcroix due to complaints stemming from droid destruction and an undesirable increase in repair costs thanks to Lara's distaste for droids.
Identifying a lust for violence but a history of effectiveness, Stephanie expunged Lara's record, enlisting her in combat training for the Hegemony, stationing her at Jaminere. Engaging a number of creatures and bandits occupying the outer providence's of the planet, Lara efficiently dispatched of her attackers, embracing the pleasure she got from each blaster shot she fired. While she efficiently removed her opponents from the galaxy, her aspiring squadmates were not as useful in the firefight. Angrily assaulting a Selkath who became distracted by the oceans and sea-life, she was forced to bury the solider soon after he was mortally wounded by an Ark Dog bite. Returning to Allied Tion, the Lady Hegemon failed Lara's assignment, removing her from military operations. Despite her best efforts to explain the incompetence of the solider, she was forced to accept logistical assignments. Assigned to the areas primarily around Cadinth and Voss, she grew in displeasure as she was required to travel to various mines hauling materials, or unloading vehicles for the rich elite of Tion space, instead of embracing her desire for violence. Despite her lacklustre operational assignments, she strangely found herself forming friendships with both Stephanie and Lilith. Enjoying their banter across various holocommunications, Lara would continue to push the boundaries of their relationships, having been recorded drunk on ale while speaking to the Lady Hegemon, along with being under the influence of Ryll and even propositioning her boss. Despite her unprofessional nature, Lara continued her assignments with a positive relationship to her governmental leaders, maintaining a minimalist lifestyle as she travelled using government property.
After completing a number of assignments, Lara was shocked at her promotion within the government. Given she had actively attempted to avoid promotions and ranks as much as possible, she still found herself being recognised. Despite her lowly rank, she was asked to attend a banquet in honour of the fallen king of the Tresario Star Kingdom for the Hegemony. Frustrated by the need to be on her best behaviour and dress appropriately, Lara maintained a low profile, rarely making herself known among the long halls and grand rooms for the kingdom, sticking to corners and outside balconies to ensure she could continue her smoking and drinking addictions without the risk of embarrassment. Growing accustomed to legitimacy.Regardless of her attempts to keep a low profile, Lara managed to meet a number of kindred individuals. While she only interacted with a small number of people, Lara immediately felt connections with a number of people. While she privately entertained a number of rendezvous with fellow governmental employees and new associates alike when on assignment, she only collected holovid frequencies due to her promise to the Lady Hegemon.
Upon returning from the royal gala, Lara took several weeks assigned leave and departed for Desargorr V at the request of the Lady Hegemon Stephanie Barefoot. Blissfully treated to luxury and relaxation during her stay, Lara was able to enjoy peace and tranquillity for several days, before her surroundings took a turn for the worse. During a spa appointment, aromas throughout the room that once provided pleasure were tampered with, causing Lara to fall helplessly unconscious. As she lay asleep, her various belongings were plundered, while she was abused and badly beaten. Several months passed before Lara awoke in a governmental hospital on the nearby medical station Corlax MedStat Ophrys in the Corlax system. Her hatred for droids ensured she was a difficult patient, requiring multiple droid decommissions and an eventual transfer to the surface of Corlax IV. Back on solid ground, Lara quickly dismissed the medical professionals, leaving the hospital of her own accord. Still in a hospital gown, she stumbled through the streets of Corlax IV, desperate the quench her addictions to alcohol and Ryll, eventually locating a small tavern.
As she adopted the usual brash, unapologetic attitude she'd been accustomed to throughout her life, she was met with immediate hostility. Her left arm in a sling and barely functioning, Lara was in no position to defend herself. With no credits, let alone pockets in her rear exposed hospital gown, Lara was unable to satisfy her addictions. Her various medications had managed to dull the pain for a period of time, but their grip on her reality waned to the point of non-existence. After insulting the Aqualish bartender by questioning the alien's reproductive capability, Lara was forcefully removed from the establishment by two Klatooinian security officials. Dragged around a corner, with no governmental insignia on her, she was beaten and bruised. Her left arm was mangled by repeated stomps, creating numerous compound fractures and shattered bone fragments. A vibroblade slashed across her face, slicing open her red lips, cheeks and forehead. Despite the horrid nature of her injuries, Lara remained somewhat conscious. Breathing heavily, groggy and unable to see anything out of her right eye, she waited for the inevitable end. Coughing up blood, Lara's eyes rolled back into her skull, and she lost consciousness once more.
Covered in bandages, Lara slowly regained consciousness, coughing and chuckling as she realised quickly she was once again back in the same hospital bed in a Corlax IV facility. Lara breathed softly as a hesitant 2-1B Medical Droid entered her room. She sat quietly and listened as the droid detailed a variety of injuries she suffered. Her left arm was removed and replaced with a cybernetic due to the severity of injury, while various plastic surgeries and skin graphs had to be undertaken to repair her facial lacerations, resulting in a permanently altered appearance. Frustrated at the droid's rapid ability to update personnel files and not allow Lara to enjoy some discreet criminal activities outside of scanners, Lara dismissed the droid and sat quietly, observing her new appearance in an adjacent mirror. She remained in the hospital for several weeks as her wounds healed and to ensure her body didn't suffer from cybernetic rejection. As she remained bed stricken, Lara began to research and investigate methodologies new and old to fill the void of time. The religious sect of Keetael caught her eye. A fighting style of strength and resolve, while enhancing perception of surroundings and uses in interrogation peaked her interest greatly. She continued to embrace its beliefs, integrating the teachings into her life as she tried to accept the fact that she was now partially a droid, a painful irony to her.
Upon her discharge from the Corlax IV facility, Lara was escorted back to the vessel she loaned from the Lady Hegemon where she sat quietly in the cockpit. She gazed out into the abyss of dark space as the trauma she had experienced began to sink in. Snorting a line of Ryll through her nose, she obtained the fix she had so desperately chased, before using a vibroblade to disconnect the nerve ends of her left cybernetic arm to remove the pain receptors. While primitive, the cybernetic allowed her to function at full capacity, something that soon after allowed her to return to her duties within the Hegemony.

Occupational Hazards

Often bored and with too easy access to alcohol and barbiturates, Lara spent a great deal of shore time getting into trouble. While her assignments were few and far between due to her dislike for logistical work and near irrecoverable damage to her ships communications system, she couldn't keep herself away from a fight. The new cybernetic controlling her arm made her feel invincible, and the bloodlust from pounding an Aleena into dust brought her nothing short of ecstasy through her bloodstream. Bruised, full of scars and constant bloodstains on her clothes and body, Lara decided to alter her appearance once more. However instead of the decision being forced upon her unwillingly, she wandered into the underbelly Voss III with a different intent. Lara pushed past a number of waiting patrons, before collapsing into a chair in-front of a Mirialan. As Lara looked up, she smiled at a familiar face, one of the few people she actually considered a friend. Chez, a friend from eons ago ran a small tattoo parlour within Tion space, and was more than willing to spend her time with Lara, either in a personal or a professional sense. Outlining her desired plan, Crez barely flinched, despite the outlandish nature of her request. As she grit her teeth for the next twelve hours, Lara lay virtually still as her skin was changed from a pale white to alluring rich red. Masking previous wounds and the impacts of drug and alcohol, her Kuati heritage was soon replaced with someone of a Zeltron or Twi'lek background. At the conclusion of the procedure, Lara stood as if nothing had occurred, quickly taking a hit of Ryll on a counter before the effects of her numerous deathsticks wore off she'd smoked across the hours wore off. Walking behind a curtain, Lara admired her new appearance as the light beamed off her raw flesh. As Chez walked in to ask for an opinion, Lara bit her lip and gently pushed the Mirialan against the wall, passionately kissing the attractive alien, before sliding a small fortunes worth of credits between the woman's alluring breasts. Moaning softly as she pulled away from the alien, Lara was evidently appreciative, and began to head for the exit of the parlour, prepared to show the galaxy a new Lara.
Grasping her gown, she flung it over her shoulder, seamlessly sliding it across her shoulders, concealing her modesty long enough for her to return to her assigned Bulk Freighter. Lara took rest for several days, allowing her body to heal and grow accustomed to the full body ink which now was apart of her. Finally she woke with a rather large hangover, and a desire to return to work. Taking a somewhat attractive photo she submitted a change of identification request to the Tion Hegemony government. Dusty, the stench of alcohol filled the fabrics of the vessel, and still without a proper communications device, Lara left the planet, returning to the orbit of Voss III to recommence her operations for the government.
Seeing Red.
As months passed, Lara spent much of her time hauling builders around Hegemony space, or drinking her sorrows away in whatever bar she could find. Encoding a disruption program into the communications systems of her assigned vessels, she was able to feign work and instead spend more time drinking without the government knowing the wiser. Despite her best efforts, the program did malfunction on numerous occasions, but thankfully no punishment was handed down by the governmental official. More time had passed, and Lara continued to be surprised by the lack of punishment she had received for her apparent dereliction of duty. She'd managed to upgrade the automation protocols long enough to continue operations at her whim for greater capacity, without reprimand or intrusion from Hegemon Security, while still undertaking enough assignments to keep others from looking at her work too hard. While transferring Bulk Freighters to and from orbit was cumbersome, she did manage to meet a number of peculiar individuals along the way. During her frequent stops to whatever bar or merchant she could find to quench or drug or alcohol habits, Lara continued to mingle with the various individuals under the Hegemony employ. While many tried to cover Lara with their witty flirtations and pheromones, Lara was quick to refute their advances either with insults or the butt of her DL-44 blaster, she did have her needs, and would break away for hours at a time with a number of the builders that took her fancy and rewarded them for their hard work in service of the Tionese cause.
After several weeks of similar assignments, Lara had a sudden desire to offload some credits. Having become bored at looking at numbers on a datapad, sitting in a questionable account somewhere in the Unknown Regions, Lara traded various assets and quantities from her personal paraphernalia to provide her personal transportation opportunities with a bit more flair. Gone were the boats and Byblos' she'd been gifted through luck in Tionese activities, instead she purchased a CR-90 Corvette, the Cryptic Hyperbole and a Xanadu-class Superyacht for her more, pleasurable escapades, nicknamed the Heretic Reverence. Transferring off governmental owned property onto something she controlled was freeing to her, and gave her a chance to relax without the constant paranoia of her employer looking over her shoulder, analysing her every move. Mere moments after stepping onto her brand new yacht, the Heretic Reverence, Lara's datapad received a cryptic message.
Someone she had never met before had asked her to come close to Hapan space, a place she'd never graced, immediately without question. While a normal reaction would be to swear various expletives and throw the datapad out the airlock, Lara made the decision, while drunk and full of a few lines of Ryll, to partake in the journey, setting a course for Old Archais. During the journey Lara spent hours trying to decipher any potential fake transmission attachments, location trackers and the location itself to rule out any means of a trap, but to her surprise everything appeared genuine. Lara then turned her attention into researching the sender, Sia Vir`uan. Lara became surprised at their polar opposite natures and wondered why someone so regal and apparently stuck-up would have any need for Lara. A Hapan with no evident need to reach out further than a street merchant for sex, drugs, or anything suspect, it made no sense to Lara. Each shared the touch of an arm cybernetic, yet strangely didn't cross paths at the Tresario banquet celebrations. The thought bought Lara amusement as she remembered how quickly she was essentially asked to leave the festivities, bringing back fond memories. Dropping out of hyperspace, Lara descended towards the Nocturnal Palace, still hesitant about the cause of her summoning. As she disembarked her vessel, she presented the datapad to awaiting Security Droid, much to her displeasure, who advised her to head to the highest areas of the Ev'reuin Family compound, Veil Hall. Playfully manoeuvring her way past security checkpoints and armed patrols, Lara arrived at the man hall with her usual attitudes. Greeted by Sia, the Hapan had seemingly sent the encrypted message without an updated file photograph after Lara's numerous surgeries. The two butted heads immediately as Lara had an immediate distrust and disrespect for the woman's authority, while Sia was not accustomed to questions and a lack of respect. After numerous arguments and analysis, including a few drops of blood from Lara's finger, Lara was identified as a distant cousin of the Ev'reuin Family. Thanks to an overzealous and lascivious grandfather that Lara never had the pleasure of meeting, she now found herself with an undesired heritage from her fathers' side.
Keen to understand what inheritance she was now entitled to, but frustrated by the arguments and lack of respect she was shown for being different in the eyes of Hapan regalia, Lara returned to the Heretic Reverence, bound once again for Tionese space to allow her to process the information. She was confused as to why her father never detailed anything of this nature in his personnel files that Lara hacked. Such information would have been useful to potentially avoid an unnecessary adoption as a child. Her head spiralling with thoughts of confusion and anger, Lara retreated to her suite and inhaled line after line of Ryll until she could barely stand. Drowning herself in a concoction of various ales and whiskey, Lara passed out on her bed for several hours, awakening to her ship orbiting the planet of Embaril II. While she struggled to comprehend what had occurred, Lara began spent the following days assessing her motives, and what would benefit her the most in the long run.

Bad Side of the Coin

Still unable to commit to the ways of the Ev'reuin Family, Lara kept them at arms length while she returned to logistical assignments with the Tion Hegemony Government. Using her personal Xanadu-class Superyacht, she began to haul selectively around the clusters, appreciating the higher level of comfort available to her. Albeit comfortable, she was becoming frustrated with the lack of direction in her career and limited opportunity for mischief and mayhem. Begrudgingly accepting an assignment, Lara was sent toward the gas giant of Desargorr V to collect a large Gundark which had been causing disruption to the local populous and required relocation to one of the many zoos around the Cluster. Upon her arrival, Lara was forced into a surprising combat situation as she noticed the Gundark was being kept by a Kiffar charged with derelict of duty within the Hegemony Navy and gone absent without leave, commonly known to the galaxy as Gilead Antares. With blaster fire exchanged, Lara was able to capture and subdue the creature, while placing the Kiffar soul under arrest. Tossing the facility for intelligence, it had become clear to Lara that the Kiffar and the creature had partaken in a romantic relationship, something more than frowned upon with the galaxy. As she returned the creature to her hanger, Lara decided to not report the capture of Gilead, instead placing his bound body into a locked cell aboard her vessel, with a slave collar to complement his new orange jumpsuit. While the creature was soon placed within the confines of a Hegemony zoo, Gilead remained aboard Lara's yacht as a personal slave. Using him in a variety of ways, Lara enjoyed tormenting her captive, before leaving him in the capable hands of her employees of the Lazarus.

Lara Navos

With the unpleasant display of a humanoid-Gundark relationship crawling through her consciousness along with the complicated situation with Sia Vir`uan and the Ev'reuin Family, Lara came to the decision she needed a vacation. Offloading her staff and slave to the Cryptic Hyperbole, Lara took the Heretic Reverence out of the Cluster and set a course of Isht, a small out of the way Imperial planet. Despite the complicated family history, Lara sought the planets' beauty and serenity to help her relax, while hopeful she could taste various exotic barbiturates and some easily corrupted Imperial personnel. Upon her arrival, she almost immediately set her sights on the hotel pool to help her relax. Mere minutes in however, she was met with a loud planetary-wide alert advising of an Imperial sweep. Having failed to bring identification with her, Lara swiftly resisted requests for her identity from a Stormtrooper, before depositing her knife between the troopers' helmet and chest guard in frustrating, killing the solider. While she attempted to shoot her way out of her predicament, Lara was met by a Sith Lord, Draelor Nah`utal who was easily able to subdue Lara to a platoon of troopers, who placed her under arrest.
Annoyed that her holiday had turned into an arrest, Lara resisted at every stage she could. While enjoying the pleasure of injuring rank and file troopers, the electric shocks she received were less enjoyable. Transferred to the Victory I-class Star Destroyer Eviscerator, Lara was met with diplomacy and poise, something she didn't expect, especially from a Sith. Despite her resistance, she was repeatedly beaten for information, before being knocked unconscious and eventually transferred. When she awoke several days later, Lara had been transferred to Draelor Nah`utal's personal estate on the planet, and was welcomed like a regular guest. She was allowed to walk freely, enjoy the recreational facilities just like the holiday she had envisioned, despite being under constant guard by Imperial soldiers. Lara failed to understand Draelor's angle. The Minister was married, yet flirtatious, but showed no real signs of acting on his words. He did not press Lara for any information, something she found peculiar and uncomfortable, causing her to continue her resistance and seek transport home. As a final straw, the Sith agent met Lara in a large room, intent on fighting her for respect. Despite the lack of the force at her disposal, Lara was always keen to accept a challenge despite the odds against her. Engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Sith, Lara gained the upper-hand early, landing numerous blows to the Minister, causing blood to flow. Despite her lack of training, she was trading blows equally with the officer, but after numerous submission attempts began to sap her energy, the specially trained Imperial took the upper hand. While the fight was long and intense, Lara eventually was forced to succumb to a rear-naked choke-hold that knocked her unconscious. Upon regaining her consciousness, Lara traded her respects to the officer for stepping up, along with a small reward before she returned to her vessel.
As she stumbled back aboard the Heretic Reverence, Lara engaged her sublight engines to escape the planets' orbit, before she eventually collapsed into a Bacta Tank to heal her wounds. While she suffered numerous broken ribs and lacerations to her face, she couldn't keep a smile off her face. She had gone toe-to-toe with a Sith and despite her lack of training had stayed in the fight. While the thrill of the fight kept her engaged for a time, as she returned to the cockpit and a course back to Tion Hegemony space, she was burned with the boredom of bureaucracy once again, something she had a large disdain for. Her communication with the Lady Hegemon and First Lady was now few and far between, and view of the Cluster had waned from what it once was. Having paced around her cockpit, Lara identified a large conundrum she was is. She scratched her head at the prospect of either being stuck within a Government, or the potential clutches of her inherited family. Both prospects were not exciting to Lara, and as the ship exited hyperspace in the Embaril system, she felt her face drop and an aura of depression fill her cockpit as she was directionless after her recent combat.

Unfamiliar Forces

Lara recommenced basic logistical operations aboard the BFF-1 Bulk Freighter THS Navos around the Tion Cluster. Despite being riddled with her usual assortment of Ryll and alcohol, something was off. Lara could feel the cold touch of someone touching her wrist, guiding her every move. Holofeeds around her ship felt like their focus was adjusting with Lara's motions, following her everywhere she went, while the never-ending sensation of someone looking over her should continued to plague every second of her existence. Increasing her alcohol and drug habits only heightened the sensations, yet when she attempted sobriety the feeling of control was still eluding her. In an effort to subside the clutches of her imagination, Lara tried to distract herself by increasing the pleasured experiences with her consorts, or beating her new slave senseless with her fists, but nothing was releasing the grip on her consciousness. As she drank enough to make herself pass out one evening, she awoke in the cockpit boarding the planet of Empress Teta. There, she boarded an Imperial vessel and participated in an exercise against a rebellious New Republic occupation. While the pleasure of murder and mayhem were arousing to her, she couldn't help but feel something different, an aura that she thought had commenced around her time fighting a Sith Lord. She hadn't set coordinates to the system herself, or at least from what she could recall, and had no reason to engage the New Republic forces unless a greater power was seething control into the dark corners of her mind.
As the Imperial occupation continued over the course of several days, Lara was dispatched to be an intelligence operative on the ground. Given her aura was far from that of an Imperial solider, she was the perfect candidate to gather intelligence on the enemy. Seducing and fornicating with several separatist operatives, it was as if the aura of a red Kuati was too much to resist, giving Lara easy access to troop movements and access codes to highly classified operations. Through coordinates strikes and operations, the New Republic forces were toppled, not without the help of Lara on the battlefield. As Stormtroopers and Sith Lords stormed the main facilities, Lara infiltrated through emergency protocols and with motions of her body, blades, blasters and detonators, she bathed in the blood of those opposed to the Imperial cause. Somewhat retaining consciousness back aboard the THS Navos, Lara shook her head in shock as she remained covered in blood. As she looked down to the random slacks she was wearing, she was confused at where they came from, and how despite everything, she had the wherewithal to rip the Imperial insignia's from the fabric. Removing her attire, she ran throughout the ship naked until she reached the refresher. As she scrubbed and scratched at her flesh, she grew concerned that the blood wasn't coming off. The stains remained, and yet when she approached her consorts, they exclaimed that no blood could be seen across her flesh. With her heart rate rapidly increasing, Lara gripped at her hair and face, before punching the mirror with her left hand, causing glass to shatter across the room as she screamed in worried anger. Taking numerous deep breaths, she wandered to the cockpit and plugged in numerous coordinates, before collapsing on her bed.
Once she woke, Lara was once again not where she remembered. Standing naked in a room that appeared foreign, she looked around for signs to indicate her surroundings, before being drawn to the only person in the room. As her eyes began to focus, she realised the hooded figure was that of Darth Chaakat. As she stood motionless, she felt the coldness shiver across her body as her demeanour changed. The Sith Lord spoke in a deep brooding tone, one of command and authority. Lara listened as the agent of the Dark Side explained how her actions were only the beginning of her journey, and that her abilities and will were now at his disposal. While she would normally resist authority, in this moment she was drawn to obey. An aura of attraction, a lust for power come over her. Unwavering, a small smile crept across her face as the Sith Lord detailed his agenda, and how Lara had unknowingly commenced her service to him. The Sith presented Lara with a datapad which played a holofeed to her. One where she was the prominent figure, leaving a note in the cockpit of the THS Navos, a resignation from the Tion Hegemony Government and her departure from the cluster. While the note displayed compassion and love from both the Lady Hegemon and First Lady, it left off reasoning for her departure, an action no doubt at the behest of the Sith Lord. While the promises of power were attractive, the compelling nature of what was to come was palpable. The loss of control alarmed Lara, but the aura of the Dark Side ensured her focus was elsewhere when the thoughts grew to an unstable level. While the future was to be written, one thing was clear - Lara's time within the Hegemony was complete. As she regained control and consciousness aboard the Heretic Reverence, she began floating in Deep Space, awaiting her next adventure.

Lara NavosAppearance and Beliefs

Lara is regularly seen in leather pants or jeans, and a white crop top, however whenever the occasion requires, she wears a formal dress which conceals a number of small knives among her leg tights or corset. She doesn't follow any religion or affiliate with any romantic association publicly, although has begun learning the teachings of the Keetael.
She often wears her hair down, but often maintains an outlandish hairstyle to mimic her carefree attitude. It is often known to change colour as her mood adjusts, and she is outwardly bisexual. She had maintained a number of partners throughout the years of both genders, but has never maintained relationships for an extended period of time. While her preference has always been women, she is open to whatever her mood desires, showing no discrimination towards gender or affiliation. She is known to be openly flirtatious to get information or achieve her objectives, while easily rebuffing those who seek her attention when their qualities are not what she desires.
She maintains a silver lighter and silver cigarette container in her pants pocket attire to house her Ryll and deathsticks and maintain an aura of sophistication. While her carefree attitude often gets her into trouble, she relies on her various talents to keep her safe, with minimal people to rely on to ensure her senses are always attuned to her current situation and surroundings. Her acquired cybernetic sits in place of her left arm. Its pain receptors removed, it moulds to the colour of her skin, showing no visible signs of augmentation. While predominately Kuati, Lara has undertaken a painful body-art proceedure, altering her pale white skin to a deep red exterior.


Written by Lara Navos, 7 years ago.
Last updated on Year 21, Day 63, 02:56:28.
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