The story seems familiar at first. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... pan to a desert world with twin suns and all the scum and villainy a debauched spacer could ask for. Only this time we are not peeking in on rebellious princesses or uppity farm boys. In fact our long time ago is a little longer when Luke was still trying to learn to tag womp rats and Princess Leia had yet to emerge in the insurgent hierarchy. The Empire's stranglehold seems complete and all the galaxy shudders at the rumble of the Imperial war-machine, but our story is not about legendary revolutionaries or toppling regimes. No, our tale is about a band of scoundrels trap on that seething, simmering ball of sand and slime, who just want to get paid and get out alive.
Edward- A droid with more than a few parsecs under his proverbial belt, Ed has been across the galaxy, and seen his share of action. Nowadays he works as a free-lance bounty hunter picking off strays and ne'er-do-wells on the rough edges of the galaxy. He is the Merry Bands jack of all trades having a slew of skills and give'em hell programming. He knows that the galaxy doesn't respect droids, and he is more than willing to play off that to his advantage. Though perhaps the most unassuming in appearance, his dry wit and ambitious schemes often keep the Merry Band in the thick of things.
The T'Surr- He never needed any other name. In a galaxy of predators and monsters he was one of the scariest. Pushing close to three meters and built like a cargo-hauler, he made a living pirating and pillaging along the Outer Rim until he found a bigger shark, Votho the Hutt. Now he crushes skulls for Votho's amusement, and does it well enough to earn him the leeway to come and go in Mos Gerrhon between matches. Still, the T'Surr is a beast who will not be kept on a leash for too long. He lends his bloody hands to the Merry Band in hopes that one day he will throw off his yoke and the galaxy will tremble.
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