Davrel's

"Keep in mind, reader, this is a young reader novel like Jedi Apprentice and Last of the Jedi, authored by Jude Watson, as in it's a short novel, but it does have adult content that will be edited out in other publications that are not on this site. Good-bye."

- Warning Mature Content: 14+ (maturity dependent)

"All stuff on this article is based in the Rise of the Empire era, but it's not all related to Davrel."

- Davrel's

Phantom Menace: Obi-Wan's Fall (remake)
"No!" The pained negation echoed throughout the chamber.

Obi-Wan Kenobi seethed when he saw the Sith Lord's red-bladed lightsaber pierce Qui-Gon's lower abdomen. He immediately grew anxious when his master collapsed to the floor and charged the Zabrak Sith when the plasma field restraining him deactivated. He assaulted the horned assailant with all he had.

Characters

 * CT-11/505 "Kajil" (Clone trooper)
 * 05/413 (Clone trooper)
 * CT-09/111 (Clone trooper)
 * Baroness
 * Dark acolyte
 * Count Dooku

''Jango? Jango, no!''

His eyes shot open in flash at the audible memory, they they scannedthe room; rows and rows of cloning tanks, artificial wombs in a pristine laboratory. Fetuses grew in each and every one.

After a moment he noticed tall pale-skinned humanoids approach his tank. One of them bore a headcrest and fin ridges around the head while the other was completely bald save for the braid-like headdress.

"Welcome, little one." The bald said, in a feminine voice, "This is your first day. Your designation CT-one-one dash five-oh-five."

Lewd
Kajil found her on the balcony, overlooking the skies of Coruscant, she rubbed and crossed her arms to fight off the night time breeze. He stepped out beside her.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

She shifted a little. "Sometimes reminds me of Sundari before I left." "Was it always this 'lit up'?"

"Was Kamino? An all white city of spires on a flooded planet."

"It's not all white . . . there's some gray spread around."

Takara chuckled, first time he'd seen her do it outside of a drunken stupor or combat. First time for everything.

You have a pretty smile. He thought, while smiling himself. They quickly realized they were grinning at each other, both quickly turned away. Kajil felt his cheeks grow red.

"Maybe we should eat now. Don't want that fried nuna getting cold, now do we?" She turned away from him to go back inside. Now or never, dammit! Without another thought he grabbed her wrist, she stopped and looked at him.

He tried to muster the best smile he could. "You never answered my question." he released his grip on her wrist and eased her hand into his, much to his surprise she let him. "I wasn't complimenting the Republic's capital gem."

Her cheeks flushed, but dissipated quickly. "You were complimenting me."

"It's okay if you don't see me that way. I just wanted to let you know that I care for you. That with all hell we've been through together, I um, kar'tayl gar."

She smiled. "Gar kar'tayl."

He had a puzzled look, "I'm sorry?"

"It's gar kar'tayl." she moved closer to him and lifted his hand to kiss his knuckles. "I feel the same, Vhett'aliit be vod.

Takara moved closer until there was no more room between them and stared into his brown eyes. She perk her lipps and pressed them against his. "I've known since the lower levels. I didn't know how to voice it."

Omitted
((((( CT-6229 threw his blaster to the floor in frustration after him and the squad came back from the Citadel challenge practice test.

"Fierfek! We almost had it this time." He complained.

"Cheer up, Comet, you guys did fine work," CT-1125-13 said. Then rotated his vision to the cause of their failure, CT-11/505. "It was Wrecker's failure to follow my orders that caused us the test. Again."

The trooper gave a mock chuckle as he slammed his locker. "Who said you were in charge anyway, Axel?"

"Doesn't matter someone had to take charge.")))))))

Chapter I: "Playing the Role"
Walking the permacrete streets of the Uscru Entertainment District in the Coruscant Underworld, Davrel felt his feet start ache in his boots as they pounded the pavement. Tired and almost out of credits, Davrel sat down on a railing outside some club: 'Snapping Septoid' it read in Aurebesh above the entrance. He smiled and ran his fingers through his thick black hair.

I should reconsider, shouldn't I? He thought to himself.

Davrel stood up with a low grunt and passed through the mass of pedestrians on the walkway, shoving his way into the club's entry. He stopped and was captivated by the interior, it was an ornate hub for a place in the lower district of Coruscant, beautiful in design, from the large viewscreens displaying sports and professional games of chance like sabacc to the sultry female attendants wearing nothing but Szona body gloves, the place seemed like a paradise.

Nice. Davrel thought when a Theelin attendant saw and moved toward him; but when she reached for something he immediately tensed up and asked where the refresher was before she could say anything. "Uh, right over there, sir."

"Thanks..." His eyes descended from her eyes to her upper body, he read the name on her ID tag, "Ilia." he smiled.

Davrel backed away not taking his eyes off the lovely red-headed and amethyst-skinned woman, he was so stricken by her beauty he failed to notice the hulking individual behind him, when felt a large mass against him he turned to address but before he could apologize to the sentient, with amazing strength he was swept him off his feet with one hand, caught by the throat. . . there was no escape.

"What . . . are . . . you . . . doing?" He struggled to say in-between breaths.

The large individual was a Dashade, over two meters tall, clawed three-digit hands, red eyes and leathery-gray skin. He said something in his native language, something Davrel could not understand.

"I'm . . . sorry, I didn't catch that."

A human stepped beside the large alien, clean cut young man with dark hair streaked with silver, pale blue eyes, a handsome fellow. He wore a ribbed brown leather jacket, cut-off gloves, blue pants and black boots to match. "He said watch yourself, friend."

"Watch myself? He's the giant. He should apologize to me," he said staring into the Dashade's eyes, "I mean looking at his ugly mug is pretty torturous."

"Jhor, I think he needs to be educated on who we are. Bring him down." His voice was smooth, like that of a someone who being groomed to be a political figure.

The Dashade slammed Davrel on the plasteel flooring, the panging of his skull on the floor drew the crowd around them's attention.

Davrel drew in a sharp breath through his nose as Jhor's weight pressed down on him, while the young man stood over the downed twenty-year-old with a malicious smirk on his face. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Jeor Myren and this is my good friend, Jhor&mdash;" He stopped talking when Davrel began chuckling. "What are you laughing at?"

He smiled. "I know very well who you are. And your worth a lot of credits, dead or alive."

Jeor scoffed as he took a knee, he patted the pockets on Davrel's beige cargo pants. "And how exactly are you going to collect? You don't possess any weapons."

Davrel's smile was fierce and challenge-accepting. "Like this&mdash;Ilia, now!"

Davrel watched as two bolts of energy passed over him, hitting both the Dashade and his human companion in lower abdomen. The attendant he'd spoken to just minutes ago walked over and helped Davrel up. "They still alive?" he asked, clutching his throat, "Damn, Leather-Face over there could've broken my neck, ow."

Both sentients gasped for air, clenching their seared flesh around the wounds, the Dashade gave in and laid back, dead. Jeor was attempting to hang on, his breathing was sputtered.

"Who . . . are . . . you?"

Davrel took the blaster from Ilia's hand and squatted down near Jeor's head for a better view. "Oh, you could say I'm something of an emissary, here to send you straight to deepest and darkest pit in Hell, but for the few seconds you have left in this world, you can call me Davrel," he stood up and aimed the blaster at his heart, "Oh, and Tayro Marr say hello along with the other victims of the Dralbreth Square bombing, you bastard."

Jeor's eyes widened in his last few seconds and Davrel pulled the trigger, ending his life. He turned and tossed the blaster back to Ilia and escorted her out of the door by the arm, he smiled at the denizens as he passed by, their expressions were a mix of admiration and fear.

Back on the streets, the pair walked a block ahead and then stopped at the railing overlooking the skylanes of Coruscant, his eyes wandered from the passing airspeeders and starships to the large ziggurat in the distance, not fully illuminated by the light of advertisements and propaganda for the Clone Wars.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Yeah, gorgeous," she said impatiently, "Where's Crys, we need to get outta here before the CSF show up."

Davrel looked over the edge then turned to the Theelin. "Relax Ilia, she'll be here. Calm your mind and breathe."

She sighed and closed her eyes, doing what he suggested. She took one deep inhale and then exhaled. "You know something, you sound like a Jedi."

He looked away and sighed. "Yeah . . ."

A few seconds later Davrel climbed onto the railing positioning himself like he was about to jump, and after a moment, he did. He heard Ilia yell his name, as that was all she could do before he positioned himself right and landed in passenger seat of an airspeeder. The Theelin grimaced at the false sense of panic and climbed into the backseat.

"What took you so long, Crys?"

She chuckled. "Traffic," she then looked at Davrel. "So, it's done."

"Yep, Zam Roeg, Jhor and Jeor Myren are dead, their little terrorist cell is finished." Davrel answered. She chuckled again and tossed him a sack of credit vouchers, "Feels a little light, Crys, payment was twenty-thousand."

"Finder's fee is twenty-five hundred, plus two hundred for the ride. This isn't my speeder."

Davrel shrugged and looked off the side of the speeder, the ziggurat temple of the Knights of the Jedi Order stood off in the distance and started reminiscing of his days before becoming a blaster for hire. The bounty hunter shook his head at the thought of such nonsense, this right in the here and now is what he was meant for, or at least it's what he kept telling himself. He opened the pouch on his black jacket and placed a few credit vouchers inside for safe keeping, then put the rest in his pants' pocket. A few minutes of traversing the skylanes of Coruscant, Crys leveled the speeder over the portal to the lower levels of Coruscant, descending a hundred floor down, the bounty hunters grew restless. Whenthey finally arrived at Slum district G17, the trio cleared the vehicle and walked away simultaneously from the speeder in separate directions; Davrel walked along the street, he gave his best smile at the attractive red-skinned Twi'leks moving towards him, they blushed as he passed.

When he finally arrived at the Spider Arms Hostel, Davrel walked past the sleeping Rodian attendant, leaving a couple credit vouchers on the desk and headed to his room, the place was squalid and unappealing to eye but it was better than living among the vermin and vagrants in the lower levels. The young human removed his jacket and noticed a smell of leavening agent, when he turned his head to find the source of the smell he spotted a bowl of noodles on the nightstand next to the small bed that occupied the room.

He gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Lauli."

A familiar voice rang in his ears as it replied with the slight notion of pleasure in it. "You're welcome."

Ah, poodoo. Davrel's brain said, but his demeanor didn't shift when he turned to face the intruder. It was Rako Gant, the bodyguard that protected Senator Padiya of Darada, until the senator's unfortunate demise. After that it had been rumored he resigned from being a Senate Guard and joined the Coruscant Security Force, all just to hunt him down.

"Rako, a real pleasure to see you again. Heard you were a cop now, an officer."

He was sitting in Davrel's favorite chair, holding a blaster pistol, though it wasn't pointed at him. . . yet. "I'm sure, how long has it been seen we picked up your friend Garrus? Four years?"

"Four years, fives months, a week, four days, and I do believe there are some hours and minutes in there but who has time to calculate all that?"

"You will, when I send your karking ass to prison."

"I beg your pardon?"

Gant stood and walked nonchalantly toward Davrel, waving his blaster about as he did. "Oh no, there won't be any pardons, you're going to prison, get a cute little orange jumpsuit and rot in a cell for the rest of your life for crimes against the Republic, I'll make sure of that. And then I'm going home to my wife and daughter."

"You sure about that?"

"I'm sure, now turn around,"

Davrel did as he was told, Rako put binders on him. When he heard the cuffs click on one hand he reared the back of his head into Rako's nose. . . a loud crunch sound could be heard, then turned and swiftly kicked him in the gut. Davrel quickly ran out the door, through the hallway and out of the hotel. He smirked as he made his way but it soon faded when he saw six armed CSF officers and Coruscant Guard with tactical blaster rifles trained on him as he made it to the entrance.

"Well, so much for that plan." He said aloud.

"Get down on the ground now!" Shouted one of the officers.

With a heavy sigh he did as ordered and dropped to his knees.

He heard the pattering of footsteps behind and chuckled lightly. "I told you I was sure." Rako said as he came into view.

Davrel looked up at Rako, holding a tissue to his bloodied nose. Then his eyes fell away as a fellow officer handed a rifle to him. "Hmm, so you were. Wake me up when we get there, will ya?"

"No promises." With that Gant ran the rifle's stock clear into Davrel's face with extreme prejudice, knocking him unconscious.

. ..

Hours had passed and the ride to the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center was a mostly quiet and uneventful one, aside from a few quips about him trying to escape the long arm of the law and a few insults that didn't faze him. Well, none except one, that was about his mother, a woman he had never known, but she is well known and considered honorable by many. All he had of the woman who seemingly abandoned him was the pendant around his neck, a gem from Kiffu called the Heart of Fire, most were a fiery-red, yet his was permafrost blue like the ice glaciers of Hoth. It was also unique because of the carving on its base, some type of animal.

There were other prisoners, a couple humans, Devish men, a red bug-eyed Rodian that looked like he just got off a spice bender and an Iridonian. None spoke as the transport came to a stop and the guards opened the doors, beckoning for them to get off.

Pushed along, Davrel moved toward the entrance where he saw Gant grinning smugly standing next to a dark skinned man wearing garbs native to the Tarisian subsector, likely Taris itself; he looked as if he were afraid and out of place. He beckoned for Davrel and clone trooper guards that was escorting the prisoners. "I got this one, Booster, you take these prisoners inside."

"Yes, sir."

Gant continued to grin as the trooper brought him. What I'd do to knock that grin off his face! Davrel seethed, subconsciously, "Officer Gant. A real pleasure to see you again." he said aloud, albeit flatly. "Afraid the feeling is not mutual, boy. There's someone who wants to meet you."

Davrel had a quizzical look on his face and pointed with a single finger. "Let me guess, this guy who looks like he's scared he's gonna catch a beat down from a con."

"Hm." Gant made no effort to reprimand him, instead he simply walked over to an awaiting airspeeder, while the Tarisian garbed man stepped in his place, humbly displaying a handheld holo-comm in his hands; a miniature version of a woman wearing a deep purple gown with dark hair wrapped in an elegant style appeared. Davrel eyed the woman as she looked back at him with disgust. You look familiar. He thought, but he could've been wrong, remembering faces was never his strong suit.

"Might I introduce the honorable senator, Kin Robb."

''Now I remember you. From Padiya's banquet on Darada.'' he thought, "Hello. Nice to see you again, senator."

Her expression went from disgust to rage. "You dare act so nonchalant after what you did on Darada! Senator Padiya did not deserve that, I should&mdash;"

Davrel gestured for the senator to calm herself with his cuffed hands. "Please, please, milady. I apologize for the interjection, but I believe it was what I attempted emphasis on attempted, because I didn't kill him; it was an accident." he said in such a casual voice he could tell she was getting even more aggravated, the exact opposite of what he was going for but he couldn't lie to himself he was enjoying it, "His acklay got out."

"Hmm." she was consoling herself, "The arrogance in one so young, you remind of another I once knew."

"I'm twenty-one, hon. Name's Hondo. And I'm the best damn hunter in the system."

"So you claim."

Davrel gave a bow and his necklace came out his shirt, the permafrost blue pendant shined brightly in the rays of Coruscant Prime. Robb's eyes widened, alarmed as if something was troubling but they quickly went back to normal.

Davrel grabbed the stone and tucked it back in place. "That's not me bragging&mdash;it's fact."

Chapter ?
Davrel laid in his bunk, arms crossed behind his head and eyes staring blatantly at the bottom of Shan's bunk

Epilogue
Davrel removed the hood of his Corellian leather jacket as he stepped inside the cantina in Enceri, the wettest area on Mandalore.

He instantly got curious looks but soon everyone went about their business. He scanned the room for his target and found her sitting at the bar, long black hair styled into three long braids, tan skin and what looked like dark brown eyes. She was pretty by the average man's standards and he couldn't help but approach.

"Takara Beviin?"

She turned slightly. "What do you want?" she asked with a bit of venom in her tone.

Davrel chuckled, "Well now, is that anyway to speak to your brother?"

"Trouble in the Family"
Gist: Son of a human and clone trooper, grows up alone with his mother and twin sister, father's a loyal Imperial stormtrooper in the 501st Legion. Son joins Alliance to Restore the Republic "Rebels".

Part One (V.I)
"Why are we doing out here, Tavani?" Davrel questioned, relaxing in the Calrayn's Hand's co-pilot seat. "And more importantly, why the hell am I here?"

Anarran roared the same query as he navigated through the planet Io's atmosphere.

Tavani's expression hardened. "We're looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Can't tell you, it's personal."

"One thing you never do is mix business and personal stuff, it never works."

She looked at him and crooked the side of her mouth into a smile. "Says the guy who risked his own ass as well as well as his Wookiee friend's to save an Iridonian princess from an Imperial who couldn't keep his little general in his pants."

"Okay, you got me." He said, "But I did get paid, so it wasn't all personal, and for the record she wasn't a princess, she was a nobleman's daughter."

"Whatever," She rolled her eyes and slammed a clip into her rifle, an S-52 slugthrower rifle, known as a Blackout by those unfamiliar as it had the tendency to blackout beings permanently.

Davrel raised an eyebrow at the powerful weapon. "Are you over-compensating for something?"

"Are you?" She smiled. "Don't think I didn't see that Deece-seventeen in the cargo hold with all attachments."

"I'm all good, don-don't mistake me, cyar'ika," he stumbled over his words, "I... I just happen to like big guns."

"Right."

Part One (V.II)
Tavani raised the hood of her jacket as she stepped off the shuttle, a shield against the wind and pelting rain. Rainy weather was common in the northern hemisphere of Mandalore, specifically here in the town of Enceri. The rain and rush of wind partially blinded her as she tried to walk through the poorly lit town, she was glad she had got brief explanation of where to go because she'd never been to Mandalore before and was almost completely lost. The darkness of night didn't help either.

"Excuse me..." she called out to the Mandalorian couple holding hands ahead of her, garbed in complete red and gray traditional Mandalorian armor. The male answered in a Concord Dawn-accented tone she hadn't heard since the end of the Clone Wars two years ago.

"Yes?"

She couldn't tell if he was looking at her or through her. "I'm looking for a Takara Beviin. Do you know where I can find her?"

The couple looked at each other for moment then the man spoke again. "What's your business with her?"

"Well, it's her brother I'm after."

The woman quickly removed a blaster from the holster on her hip and directed it on Tavani. "Who are you, aru'e? And what's your business?"

Tavani stood her ground and spoke in a calm tone. "My name is Tavani and I need his help."

Her blaster hand did not waver. "Tell me something only he would say and I won't have shoot ya. You got ten seconds."

Tavani thought for a long moment, she stumbled over her own memories to find what she was looking for.

"Four, three, two... two and half."

"Times-a tickin', a'rue."

"Uh."

She started to squeeze the trigger. "One."

Finally, Tavani remembered what she was looking for. "Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?"

"Nayc." The Mandalorian woman said and withdrew her blaster and replaced it in her holster. "Okay. Follow."

She did as instructed and followed the couple down the street and into a cantina. Inside were a bunch of men and women in armor matching her companions in design but differed majorly in color; tables and chairs acquainted the cantina along with a bar stocked with a variety of drinks, including what looked like a bottle of Tarisian ale. Her favorite.

"This way." The woman said grabbing her wrist and leading through the crowd of hard looks and mostly gaunt faces. The Mandalorian woman led her to the back of the cantina and into a well-illuminated room, a man in plainclothes&mdash;a simple shirt, black pants and boots&mdash;was sitting at a table tinkering with something, his back was to them.

"Davrel." The woman called, "There's someone here to see you."

The man swivelled around in his chair. "Damn it, Takara, I need time to&mdash;"

Davrel had changed a lot physically, from the goatee and deeper voice to match his larger build, he'd finally got rid of that adolescent-like high-pitched voice and lean figure.

Tavani smiled and removed her hood when she made eye contact. "Time to what?"

"Doesn't matter, it's not that important." He said almost breathlessly. "Tavani..."

"Yes?"

He gave chuckling sigh. "I'm literally at a loss for words."

Takara removed her helmet and placed it on the plasteel crate behind her, the man beside her did the same. "Try saying hello." The man said.

"Hello." Davrel said.

"Hi." She repeated.

"That's better." The man said.

Takara elbowed him the gut. "Shh, Kaj."

He smiled. "Just trying to help."

Takara grabbed the helmets from the crate, "Dav, we're gonna be at the farm."

"I'll be home in a bit, kiss Goran and Cabi good night for me."

"Alright." She chuckled as she and Kaj headed out the room.

When the door hissed shut, Davrel leaned against the workbench with crossed arms. "So? There something you need, Tavani?"

She sighed. "To put it plainly: I need your help."

"Are you saying you want to hire me?"

"In a sense, yes."

Davrel scoffed and turned back to his workbench and started tinkering again. "Well, as much I would love to get involved in whatever it is you're going through, I've got better things to do," Something sparked, burning his thumb, and he hissed in pain. "Fierfek!"

Tavani walked over to him, pulling him towards her and looking him intently in the eyes. "This isn't just for me, this will benefit you too; the Empire's payin' top creds for Jedi heads, not to mention there are treasures where we're going, loot till your heart's content."

She could tell she had his attention now. "How much?" he queried.

"If we can get away, it numbers in the hundred thousands If not more."

"What do I have to do exactly?"

"Right now, just get me there."

He sat there for long moment, thinking, then he looked the droid head on the table. It's eyes glowed red. "Statement: Master, it is alright, I will accompany you..."

"See? Even the talking head trusts me."

"... If only to watch her and keep her from betraying you. Idly standing by, hoping she'll make a gesture against you I can mow her down with a barrage of blaster fire.."

Tavani shrugged. "Well, he supports the mission, that's what counts."

"All right. I'll help you, we can leave in few days. Until then you can stay at the farm."

She only nodded in agreement. Davrel grabbed the droid's head and led Tavani out of the room, he waved to the bartender and headed outside to the parked airspeeder. "Get in."

She did she was told and Beviin placed the head in the back before driving off.

The ride to the Beviin farm was uneventful and eerily quiet in the speeder, Davrel nor Tavani said anything the whole way, however she did notice his face kept a deep scowl.

What's he thinking? she wondered.

It was still dark by the time they arrived, everyone was probably still asleep. Davrel escorted Tavani inside and to a room, when he opened the door the room was decorated with pelts and skins hanging about the room, there was also a small whittled statue of a Wookiee and a Mandalorian carved out of black wood, Tavani raised a brow at the sight.

"You can stay in this room while you're here."

She stepped in the room and picked up the statue, looking at it intently. "Whose room is this?"

"My brother Ran's." he said remorsefully.

"It's very homey, if you like dead animals hanging about," she immediately changed the subject when she noticed Davrel's eyes sink. "What happened to him?"

"He's gone!" He said aloud, almost yelling, "And I don't know when or if he's coming back, so do me a favor and quit asking questions!"

He turned away and headed down the corridor, Tavani watched until she couldn't see him anymore.

"I'm sorry." she whispered to herself before closing the door.

The following morning Tavani awoke to the smell of cooked meat but found it nowhere in sight. She opened the door and found a tray with meat, eggs, a piece of fruit and glass of juice. The food smelled fantastic and had a certain aroma to it, like some kind if spice she had never smelled before.

Her stomach growled and she looked both ways before grabbing the tray and closing the door. She munched on the meat first, savoring the immense flavor in its juices, then moved through the eggs and fruit. When she grabbed the glass to take a swig, she noticed a piece a piece of paper that read: "Hope you enjoyed it."

Tavani smiled and finished off the drink before getting dressed in the room's refresher and heading outside. The sun's brightness temporarily blinded her before her eyes adjusted to it, the courtyard to the homestead was beautifully ornate with various breeds of flowers and plants.

"With what?" "We'll get to that." "If you don't tell me I'm walking away.

Unexpected Development
Three months had passed and Davrel had held up his end of the bargain, Tani was booked for passage to Mandalore. The Jedi bounties were pouring in thanks to the Bounty Hunter's Guild activity, allowing the Empire to expand its border even farther without fear of rebellion. In turn the flow of credits continued undisturbed. Excitement rushed through Tavani, money and her family back together was all she wanted.

She stood from her bed and stared out the viewport, she held a small rectangular device in her hand; Tavani took a deep breath before she could bring herself to look at it.

Epilogue
Jaon Beviin spat the blood oozing from his mouth after he was punch in the jaw. "Damn that was a nice one. Ow." he whispered.

"What was that, laandur'agol?" A man questioned, sounding angry.

The word laandur'agol coming from prefix laandur meaning delicate, soft, or fresh while the suffix agol meant meat, a derogatory term to the young Mandalorian.

Jaon picked himself off the ground and gave his adversary a bloody grin which only antagonized him further. The human male stood tall over him with a vengeance in his eye, Jaon then looked at his friends Cale and Delia who were standing by.

"I said you hit like a kriffing woman, Herron." He looked at his friend again, "Sorry, Delia. But I guess the Black Sun just doesn't hire good muscle anymore."

Hunted: Part One (V.III) (Started: 3/26/15)
(Started: March 26, 2015 | {Modified/Continued: March 27, 2015 - 3/30/15})

Aimlessly, he wandered about the walkways of Coruscant's entertainment district, moving as fast as he could. Just awhile ago he escaped his own execution at the Jedi Temple, although not unscathed, he patted the improvised bandaged wound at his side, wincing in pain as he went on. Eyes were on him; some with disgust, others with pity, he was surely catching attention he didn't want. It was only a matter of minutes before the clones found him. "He's over there!" One of the clones exclaimed. Or seconds. Instinctively, the Jedi bore his lightsaber, but before could activate it a single shot was fired over his shoulders and struck a trooper in the head, dropping him. Screams of panic rang and people were trampling over one another trying to get off the streets; he aimed to follow their lead and was about to run when he felt the muzzle of a blaster at his back and heard a woman whisper in his ear, "Move, if you wanna live." He was led to an alley where an airspeeder awaited, the blaster was withdrawn and his coercer came into view. Clad in black and a hood, he couldn't make out her face. "Get in." "Who are you?" He asked, as he patted his side. "Jabba the Hutt, now get in." He didn't move a muscle, except to wince and she was getting antsy, the panicking crowd at the mouth of the alley was dissipating and troopers were more than likely on their way so she pulled her blaster on him again, aiming it at his head, "I don't have time for this; get your ass in the speeder before I put another hole in you. I'm a much better shot than these clones." Begrudgingly, he climbed in and she took off through the mouth of the alley and turned left, flying over the panicked crowd she slowed to a glide. Suddenly, a ginger-haired Cathar climbed into the speeder before she elevated and merged in Galactic City's skylanes. "Who are you people?" He asked, but knowing he'd get nothing from the driver he directed his question at the Cathar. The felinoid was male and looked at him with intrigue, "When asking someone's name it's usually the polite thing to tell them yours first." "I assumed you already knew considering you're kidnapping me," The Cathar bore teeth and chuckled, "I saved your life when I killed that clone." "That was you, huh?" He clutched his side when the speeder hit a turbulence causing him to hit the arm-rest, he groaned in pain. "Garen Mylles . . . my name's Garen Mylles." "Val Derama."

Hunted: Part One (V.IV) (Started: 3/30/15)
(Started: March 30, 2015 | {Modified/Continued:})

There were very few people on the street in the Red Light Sector, the recent heavy traffic of stormtroopers patrolling the area caused a dramatic drop in illegal activities. The solicitation of prostitutes, drug dealing and peddlers, among the other vermin that swelled the vicinity, all that changed after Supreme Chancellor Palpatine ascended to the role of Galactic Emperor and reorganized the democracy into the humanocentric authoritarian Imperial regime the galaxy now knew for two years, meaning the certain type of vermin some people were looking for were harder to track down than usual. At the moment

V.1 (Didn't take)
Sir, that Twi'lek is around here somewhere. One of the stormtroopers under Rand said.

The Imperial City seemed quieter than usual, too quiet for the capital of Imperial Center and too quiet for a soldier like Davin Rand. The twenty-four year old human couldn't bring himself to sleep even in his own apartment. No enemies to quell, no explosions ringing in his ears, no blaster fire in the air. . . simply nothing but the irritating hum of the constant speeder movement. Davin threw the blanket back and walked into the refresher, where he saw the broken mirror and shattered glass on the floor, then he remembered the cybernetic prosthesis. He sighed and ran his fingers up his right arm, the prosthesis' metal was cold against his finger tips; the unfeeling limb irritated him, Rand clenched his fist and bashed the wall panel with it.

"Jedi." The word rolled off his tongue with a venomous hatred.

Davin went back to the bedroom and opened the drawer to the nightstand on his side of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty he'd brought home.

V.2
The Corusca Tower penthouse suite was eerily quiet, aside from the A New Order holofilm playing on the large projector in the living room, bodies littered the floor around the suite, discharged blaster bolts in the walls. A tall human male walked menacingly up a short flight of stairs, passed the laid out corpses from previous assailants and kicked in the locked door before him with unyielding force, a man cowered in the corner of the bare room holding his hands up to shield his face.

"Please." He said. The aggressor didn't hesitate to stand him on his own two feet and punch him in the gut, then follow it with a knee to the face. The man slumped to ground and grovelled, when he looked up atthe man, he saw only darkness in his brown eyes. The aggressor grabbed hold of the man's collar and dragged him out of the room, once at the top of the stairs, he leaned the man against the banister, his nose was bleeding and cheeks were dark red with bruises, the aggressor looked him dead in the eyes and punched him once before heaving him over. The man yelled for a moment, and then there was silence once more.

The belligerent pulled a small ear-piece from his jacket pocket, placed it in his right ear and activated his comlink as he started down the stairs. "Central, this is ISB agent Davin Rand. Targets neutralized, repeat: Nashal Gran and his lackeys are neutralized." When he made it to the bottom he walked over to the fallen man's body, his neck was crooked at an odd angle, Rand nudged him with the tip of his boot, and the man groaned softly. "Wait a minute, Central..." Davin unholstered his sidearm blaster and aimed in down on the damaged man, and pulled the trigger, ending his miserable suffering. "Okay, Gran is definitely dead now."

A male voice responded. "Confirmed, agent. Return to base when your able."

"Copy that." Davin deactivated his comm and walked to the couch and took a seat, he kicked up his feet on the glass table and grabbed the half bottle of ale on the table. He tasted it and grimaced. ''Ugh! Lum ale.'' he thought to himself. "Gross. What were you guys thinking? Always stick to the sweet stuff when you have guests over." he joked aloud.

Davin pulled out a cigarette, he lit it and took a quick puff while staring at the New Order film. Stormtroopers protecting civilians and providing order from chaos. Rand sat there until the film ended and smiled. Long reign the Empire."

Davin finished his drink before leaving the suite, he locked the door and headed for the hotel's turbolift, he smiled at the passing Twi'lek maid when she looked at him with a sultry grin. He pressed the lift's control button and waited; he briefly glimpsed behind him when he heard the Twi'lek scream. He quickly walked into the turbolift when the doors open, he smiled at her again as they closed.

He relaxed against the wall, and realizing that he hadn't done so in weeks, his legs felt numb and he dropped to the floor.

Since the massacre on Palawa.......

''Davin sat a chair staring out of his apartment window at the worn-down Temple of the forgotten Jedi, a large nearly empty bottle of ale in his left hand and a blaster in. . . the cybernetic monstrosity he came to know as his right hand and arm. He slowly moved his finger to the trigger when heard the apartment door open.''

"Davin?" He heard a woman call his name. ''He was so drunk he couldn't tell if it was a friend or foe, then she yelled his name when he heard her foot step walking toward den, where he was. It was Viera.''

Prologue
The Corusca Tower penthouse suite was eerily quiet, aside from the A New Order holofilm playing on the large projector in the living room, bodies littered the floor around the suite, discharged blaster bolts in the walls. A tall human male of fair skin walked menacingly up a short flight of stairs, dressed in a slick black uniform adorned with the Imperial rank of lieutenant, passed the laid out corpses from previous assailants he put down and kicked in the locked door before him with unyielding force, a man cowered in the corner of the empty room holding his hands up to shield his face.

"Please." He begged. The aggressor didn't hesitate to stand him on his own two feet and punch him in the gut, then follow it with a knee to the face as he began to keel over. The man slumped to ground and grovelled, when he looked up at the man before him, he saw no mercy in his brown eyes. The aggressor grabbed hold of the man's collar and dragged him out of the room, once at the top of the stairs, he leaned the man against the banister, his crooked nose was bleeding and cheeks were dark red with bruises, the aggressor looked him dead in the eyes and punched him once more before heaving him over. The man yelled for a moment, and then there was silence once more.

The belligerent pulled a small ear-piece from his jacket pocket, placed it in his right ear and activated his comlink as he started down the stairs. "Central, this is ISB agent Davin Rand. Targets neutralized, repeat: Lieutenant Nashal Gran and his lackeys are neutralized." When he made it to the bottom he walked over to the fallen man's body, his neck was crooked at an odd angle, Rand nudged him with the tip of his boot, and the man groaned softly. "Wait a minute, Central..." Davin unholstered his sidearm blaster and aimed it down on the damaged man, and pulled the trigger, ending his miserable suffering. "Okay, Gran is definitely dead now."

A male voice responded. "Confirmed, agent. Return to base when your able."

"Copy that." Davin deactivated his comm and walked to the couch and took a seat, he kicked up his feet on the glass table and grabbed the half bottle of ale on the table. He tasted it and grimaced. ''Ugh! Lum ale.'' he thought to himself. "Gross. What were you guys thinking? Always stick to the sweet stuff when you have guests over." he joked aloud.

Davin pulled out a cigarette, he lit it and took a quick puff while staring at the New Order film. Stormtroopers protecting civilians and providing order from chaos. Rand sat there until the film ended and smiled. "Long reign the Empire."

Davin finished his drink before leaving the suite, he locked the door and headed for the hotel's turbolift, he smiled at the passing Twi'lek maid when she looked at him with a sultry grin. He pressed the lift's control button and waited; he briefly glimpsed behind him when he heard the Twi'lek scream. He quickly walked into the turbolift when the doors open, he smiled at her again as they closed.

He relaxed against the wall, and realizing that he hadn't done so in weeks, his legs felt numb and he dropped to the floor. He stood back up when a family of Twi'leks clambered into the lift in a hurry, he smiled when he realized a four-year-old Twi'lek girl was smiling at him, but the grin faded when her father yanked her from the human by her wrist. "Beeogola nechaska." he hissed at his daughter in Huttese.

Davin understood the insult directed at both him and the girl but chose to still his reaction.

"Wouldn't you rather die on your feet, fighting against those who wronged you?"

Davin curbed his lips. "I don't know..." he attached the holster to his hip, "But I'm willing to try."

"Jerard Beviin: Game On" (Renamed Raiders of the Ark; 2/2/15)
"You know how I feel about you taking contracts from anonymous people, you know how I worry." His mother's hologram said. He could see her worried expression through the three-dimensional holographic display.

Jerard Beviin positioned his armor on the mannequin in the middle of his room aboard the Korelei, the floor was littered with paper as to avoid a mess. He activated his airbrush and began brushing the cuirass with a light shade of violet. "Then stop worrying. You and grandpa taught me well enough," he moved on to the thigh-plates.

"Well, neither one of us are there to back you up if you get in way over your head."

"True, but I can handle this. It's a simple delivery job then I'm out of the game and going legit."

"Right." She said, sounding almost irritable, "The GA navy."

"I'm still enlisting."

"Of course you are, you've always held true to your beliefs, just like your grandfather.

Sojourn, an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer.

Daennika (formerly Hana Beviin)
Hana Beviin, was a female, long-time friend and wife of Mandalorian Davrel Beviin. Hailing from the world of, Hana was the illegitimate outcome of a night spent between her mother and Derrial Carrick. She had niece named Tani.

Early life
Born on into the   as the venerable , her mother was a native of the planet while her father was Derrial Carrick, a drifter who 'took advantage' of her as the elder in the ghôsh put it. In truth, her father was an

On the hunt
"Fifty-fifty or I destroy every last gem." "You wouldn't dare." "Try me."

- Hana and Davrel





Marriage and mother
"We've been through so much together. Will you marry me?" "[…] Depends on how fast you can get this armor off me, ka'rta."

- Davrel and Hana, immediately after the Skirmish on Io

Shortly after the death Vasha, Hana awoke from her trance much to Beviin's relief, he then proposed to her and she accepted. They married right there among the dead and she took his clan's name. Minutes later she revealed she was already a two months pregnant, ecstatic Davrel took her back to for the celebration and they were welcomed fully into Clan Beviin.

Uninvited guest
"I used to think of Mandalorians just as keepers of the Mandalore sector and 'pacifistic protectors' of Mandalore itself. But that's not how it is, we're warriors and soldiers of honor, donning the armor does not make you one of us, fighting for your loved ones, your home, and yourself does; attempting to make us into anything different will fail, my dear Imperial, people have tried. I suggest you leave now, Imp, because we are not going anywhere."

- Beviin, to Davin Rand

Widow
She was present at her husband's alongside her children, grandchildren, and friends from Davrel's past.

Personality and traits
One of Hana's most noticeable features were that her skin was far fairer than that of the majority of, mostly likely because of her father's blood. She had brown eyes and dark brown hair.

Appearances

 * Underworld
 * Hunted
 * Imperial
 * A Final Solution

Davrel Beviin (1)
"I'm just a simple man trying to find my way in the universe." "More like pave it."

- Davrel Beviin and Hana

Davrel Beviin,, was a male Human failed Jedi Padawan of Jedi Master Joh'an Farr, turned. He was also the descendant of the revolutionary, Kyram Beviin.

Davrel had been born in the waning decades of the Galactic Republic in 40 BBY on to   and   Jaan Beviin, the brother of Takara and another individual. Soon after his mother and father had a falling out and divorced, resulting in his father's departure and his sister's estrangement with her mother. Later Robb let the Nautolan Jedi Master Joh'an Farr take her two-year-old son to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant to be as a Jedi.

Beviin's name was changed to Garen Mylles and he was implemented as and soon completed his  and he was taken as an apprentice by the same Jedi who discovered him. By 26 BBY he had been fed up with the Jedi and resigned from the Order, but before leaving he learned of his parentage from his former master and was told to seek them out. He soon became a bounty hunter and frequently, a, adopting the handle Hondo as a cover. He was however arrested after a skirmish in the Coruscant underworld and sent to the ; there he was recruited for a special operation in the by  Onasi.

Sometime later he headed for, where he became acquainted with the rest of his clan, including his father, Jaan.

During the Beviin was diagnosed with an  after having been exposed on  decades before. He later passed away on while fighting beside his children, his funeral was later held on  where he was cremated and his armor was displayed prominently in the.

Early years
Born to   and a ex- warrior Jaan Beviin and brother of Takara. A year later his parents soon finalized separation for an already deteriorating marriage causing an estrangement between his mother and sister. His mother later gave birth to another child, Bail, making him his half-brother.

At age two, Beviin was discovered by Joh'an Farr, a  of the Jedi Order. His mother let the Jedi take him, though reluctantly. She promised her child they would meet again and gave him the same pendant her ex-husband gave her when he proposed. The child's name was changed to Garen Mylles soon after his arrival at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and he was placed in a youngling clan. He was named after an old friend of Farr's who had been killed years before.

Jedi training
During his initial time at the temple, "Mylles" was assigned to, a group of Jedi where he met his friend  Yuthura and a  named Naisha. After years of being tested and observed, through his aggression, dedication and tenacious attitude he earned the eye of Farr, the very Jedi who discovered him and was eventually taken as an apprentice by the Jedi Master.

In 32 BBY, Mylles and Farr had travelled to many locations flowing with the Force, the being one of them, it was there Mylles was allowed to construct his first lightsaber rather than in the crystal caves on, a deviation from Jedi tradition. Once he found, he constructed his Jedi tool and sparred with his master on the precipice of the temple. The short duel concluded with Mylles vowing to one day defeat Farr.

Following the and a mission to, When Mylles returned to the  with his master, he visited his friend Yuthura who then told him of someone else in the Order with his name. A curious Mylles optedto investigate himself and discovered he was the son of a honorable and respected member of the Republic senate and a member of the clan Beviin, after reading his master's datapad, though he kept quiet about it for another couple years, he seethed at the fact his master&mdash;a father figure in his eyes had lied to him, saying he was born into the Order to powerful Jedi Masters because he had little memory of his parents, only remembering his mother smelling of perfume.

Leaving the Order
Years after discovering his origins, in 25 BBY, Mylles who took to calling himself by his birth name Davrel, decided it was time to leave the Jedi as it was the only option parallel to living a lie. He invited his master via back to the  on, the very place they first dueled, and meditated on his decision until the Jedi arrived. He master arrived and Davrel berated the man for lying to him, he claimed to be leaving the order of hypocrites but Joh'an attempted to relieve him and insisted that he would be a great Jedi one day. Davrel blatantly refused to believe that, claiming that this would be their last duel and engaged the Jedi. The duel lasted for hours with neither combatant giving ground, Joh'an complimented his apprentice's tenacity and once again insisted on him to reconsider but the tenacious young soul would have none of it. Eventually, Farr and Beviin engaged a bladelock that brought the opponents faces close, as their blades grew closer to ground Farr experienced a Force vision of the young man's future and shocked to see a man in Mandalorian armor standing upon a hill with an ignited color-less lightsaber in his hand; Farr assumed this to be Davrel's future. Unconcerned, Beviin drove Farr's saber aside and swiftly severed two of his master's tendrils; he watched him languish in pain and told him that he'd never be the Jedi he would have wanted him to be, and left the Jedi to wallow in pain.

Becoming a hunter
"After leaving the Order and my master, I felt a little lost, not knowing anything else I fell into the game. Became a bounty hunter, selling my talents to whoever could keep my lights on. Never asked why or who I was hunting until she came to me, some Mirialan Jedi schutta. She tried to crawl in my head, and so I killed her for it."

- Davrel on his fall into the bounty and Jedi hunting business

At some point before 24 BBY, who started using the nickname "Hondo" and met the Imarra and her son Anarran, when he rescued her from an 's sight of fire and she swore a  to him. She later died from an unknown sickness and her debt was passed on to her son, Anarran. He also killed the Jedi Padawan Naisha when she attempted to his mind to release information regarding the missing  Tengo Wayan, this would serve as a catalyst for his hunting of Jedi.

Dissolution of a terrorist cell
"... Oh, and Tayro Marr says hello."

- Davrel before killing Jeor Myren

Haunted past and arrest
""Hondo", huh? He's just a kid." "Don't start something you can't finish, Barca."

- Barca and a Duros, discussing Hondo

When Davrel returned to the, a hotel where he had been renting a room, he found he wasn't alone; officer Rako Gant. There he was arrested for his past crimes including the failed assassination attempt on Senator Padilla of H'ian, he tried to escape from custody once by breaking Gant's nose but was stopped by half a dozen CSF officers.

Working for the Republic
"Let get this straight: you want me to recover plans from a MIA clone commando squad, destroy a facility that's filled to the brink with battle droids and all while leading a group of ex-cons?" "Exactly. No restrictions and the Republic will provide whatever's needed." "Well now, when do I start?"

- Captain Onasi and Beviin

Meeting mother
"Oh, no I see you got your hands full, y'know with the Senate, that kid over there, so yeah I understand you no time to look for your own son. No, I understand completely, mother!"

- Davrel, to his mother

Joining the Mandalorians
After getting pardoned for his service to the Republic just after the, Beviin and Anarran went to Mandalore to meet his family for the first time in twenty-one years.

He later started working for his cousin Vera, who was a weaponsmith in. A year after joining his clan, Davrel agreed to let Anarran travel to Kashyyyk to see his own family, saying he would come back soon though he would be captured before he made it to Kashyyyk. Beviin was deeply saddened by his adopted brother's departure and disappearance.

Helping hand
Two years after the rise of, in 17 BBY, Beviin operated as a part-time test pilot for  until an old friend came to him for assistance&mdash;the  Hana had taken him up on the offer he had gave years before, "to do one favor, no questions asked" but in actuality it was a quest to find her father, the notorious smuggler Derrial Carrick. After a day's rest he reluctantly agreed, having forgot about the deal in the first place, the pair then departed Mandalore the next morning for the farther reaches of the Outer Rim Territories, eventually coming upon Io, a forgotten planet deep on the edge of.

Ending a tyrant's reign
"We are two." "You are no match for us both." "You are mistaken."

- Vasha, Lelal Mehka and Davrel

Marriage and father
"We've been through so much together. Will you marry me?" "[…] Depends on how fast you."

- Davrel proposing to Hana after the skirmish on Io

Shortly after the death of Vash, Tavani awoke from her trance much to Beviin's relief, he then proposed to her and she accepted. They married right there among the dead and she took his clan's name, and received the very pendant his father gave his mother before he was born. Minutes later she revealed she was already a two months pregnant, ecstatic Davrel took her back to for the celebration and they were welcomed fully into Clan Beviin.

Uninvited guests
"I used to think of Mandalorians just as keepers of the Mandalore sector and 'pacifistic protectors' of Mandalore itself. But that's not how it is, we're warriors and soldiers of honor, donning the armor does not make you one of us, fighting for your loved ones, your home, and yourself does; attempting to make us into anything different will fail, my dear Imperial, people have tried. I suggest you leave now, Imp, because we are not going anywhere."

- Beviin, to Davin Rand

Death
"'Sorrow comes in great waves... but it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it passes and we remain.'&mdash;Heran Jaymes. My grandfather was a humble man, at least most of the time; he didn't really care to be the center of attention. In life and now in death, he wouldn't want us to focus on him. He wouldn't want us to focus on the sadness of his death, but instead focus on the happiness in our lives. He would want us to appreciate each other and our future. A man as humble and loving as Davrel Beviin will always be remembered by those of us who knew him and loved him. Although we will miss him, his smile, his ways, his love, we take consolation in the good feelings of our memories. We love you, grandpa. May you live forever in the manda."

- Beviin's grandson Jerard, at his funeral

Beviin passed away on in, succumbing to the illness he had been fighting internally for the past few decades. Days later his funeral was held on, with many friends and allies he met over the years in attendance, as well as his family. His body was cremated and his armor was kept at the.

Armor and equipment
"Armor, fully charged blaster, a lightsaber, and an attitude that says 'I don't give a vrelt's ass' screams success."

- Beviin as "Hondo" on his success as a bounty hunter

As a bounty hunter and Jedi killer, Beviin was equipped with a variety of weapons including pistols, rifles, an assortment of bladed weaponry, his lightsaber from his years as a Padawan. During his service with Delta Team he wore a team uniform designed by Onasi. After the war he switched to green gifted to him by his sister, Takara.

Personality and traits
"Don't make me shoot you, I wouldn't want to waste the ammo."

- "Hondo" threatening a Weequay

Davrel was muscular young man, sporting tan skin and light brown eyes with mixture of black and dark sandy brown hair. At some point he got a resembling a 's head on the upper right side of his back just below his shoulder blade.

Because of his Mandalorian line and possibly because of the blood he shared with Kyram Beviin and Meila Caliss he had a tendency to sometimes abuse his power and at least on two occasions he nearly fell to the, one such account was when he amputated two of his master Joh'an Farr's head tendrils in a fit of rage during their duel at the on. Another was when he felt Tavani heart stop and he flew into a frenzy killing all in his path.

Powers and abilities
As a Jedi Padawan, Beviin had unusually high count rivaling that of, due to his family's bloodline. He had a very strong connection to the, though he often tried not to use it, but the constant death and destruction around left him with little choice.

Despite this he was natural leader and a highly skilled duelist, defeating Jedi Master Joh'an Farr in their duel while a mere apprentice, as well as several other Jedi. He later defeated numerous other Jedi and collected the bounties the had on them.

Lightsaber training
As a, Beviin was very skilled in for someone of his age. He made use of the standard grip as well the unorthodox reverse grip during combat, one he was exceptionally advanced in. He was also adept in dual-wielding melee weapons, ranging from single-bladed lightsabers to a double-bladed one. He developed these skills under the tutelage of s, Joh'an Farr, , and training duels with young  which often ended a draw.

Force powers
He was adept in various, capable of using the Force to strangle his enemies. He also seemed able to project a powerful burst of at least on one occasion against the  Vash when angered over apparent death of Tavani, leaving his hand slightly burned.

Romances
During his life Davrel had several romances and flings with women of a variety of species, including Crys Gistang, but some of the more prominent are listed below.

Tavani
"She's dangerous." "Yeah? So are you." "Oh, I wasn't complaining. I like her."

- Beviin and Ion, on Tavani

Jela Siolo
"I don't care what anyone else says, you're Mandalorian in my book."

- Jela Siolo, to Davrel

When Beviin and Jela first met she instantly disliked him, which prompted him to dislike her as well, but as time passed and the constant settings of a "play date" between the two by Jela's brother, Kairn, the two Mandalorians began a close friendship.

Some time later, in the mid-15 BBY, Davrel went along with Jela to stop her father from having dealings with the, which were affecting production of. When Jela finally confronted her father at a meeting on Coruscant in his private suite at the, he shot at her, but Beviin managed to save her with his helmet and she shot her father in the chest with her. After emptying her father's accounts, Jela and Davrel made their way back to. After a few days to heal and to acquire a new set of Mandalorian armor, Jela thanked him with a kiss and gave him her specially modified array gun as a gift.

Appearances

 * Underworld
 * Hunted
 * Imperial
 * A Final Solution

Roege Vecosh (formerly Davrel Beviin)
"I'm just a simple man trying to find my way in the universe." "More like pave it."

- Roege Vecosh and Daennika

Roege Vecosh,, affectionately called Roe, was a male Human failed Jedi Padawan of Jedi Master Joh'an Farr, turned.

Vecosh had been born in the waning decades of the Galactic Republic on during the  to a  woman and  Jaan Beviin, the brother of Takara and Mekel. Soon after his mother and father had a falling out and separated, resulting in his father's departure and his sister's estrangement with her mother. Later his mother let the Nautolan Jedi Joh'an Farr take her four-year-old son to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant to be as a Jedi.

He was quickly implemented as due to his strong connection to the  and soon completed his  and he was taken as an apprentice by Master Farr. By 26 BBY he had been fed up with the Jedi and resigned from the Order. He soon became a bounty hunter and occasionally, a, adopting the handle Jereces Duran as a cover. He was however arrested after a skirmish in the Coruscant underworld and sent to the ; there he was recruited for a special operation in the by  Onasi.

Early years
Hailing from Haruun Kal, Roege Vecosh was born to Isen Vecosh and a  woman&mdash; an act which was frowned upon by the former's people because the war between the two factions. Despite this Roege received two siblings, Takara and Mekel. By the time he was three years of age his parents began to separate due to war and escalating casualties, including his grandmother, Vecosh's reluctancy to abandon his people, forcing his mother to pack up and leave the world with her father.

Approximately a year later, Vecosh was discovered by Joh'an Farr, a  of the Jedi Order, to have a strong connection to the Force. His mother let the Jedi take him, though reluctantly. She promised her child they would meet again and gave him the same pendant his father gave her when they fell in love. The child's name was changed to Garen Mylles soon after his arrival at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and he was placed in a youngling clan. He was named after an old friend of Farr's who had been killed years before.

Jedi training
During his initial time at the temple, "Mylles" was assigned to, a group of Jedi where he met his friend  Yuthura and a  named Naisha. After years of being tested and observed, through his aggression, dedication and tenacious attitude he earned the eye of Farr, the very Jedi who discovered him and was eventually taken as an apprentice by the Jedi Master.

In 32 BBY, Mylles and Farr had travelled to many locations flowing with the Force, the being one of them, it was there Mylles was allowed to construct his first lightsaber rather than in the crystal caves on, a deviation from Jedi tradition. Once he found, he constructed his Jedi tool and sparred with his master on the precipice of the temple. The short duel concluded with Mylles vowing to one day defeat Farr.

Following the and a mission to, When Mylles returned to the  with his master, he visited his friend Yuthura who then told him of someone else in the Order with his name. A curious Mylles optedto investigate himself and discovered he was the son of a honorable and respected member of the Republic senate and a member of the clan Beviin, after reading his master's datapad, though he kept quiet about it for another couple years, he seethed at the fact his master&mdash;a father figure in his eyes had lied to him, saying he was born into the Order to powerful Jedi Masters because he had little memory of his parents, only remembering his mother smelling of perfume.

Leaving the Order
Years after discovering his origins, in 25 BBY, Mylles who took to calling himself by his birth name Davrel, decided it was time to leave the Jedi as it was the only option parallel to living a lie. He invited his master via back to the  on, the very place they first dueled, and meditated on his decision until the Jedi arrived. He master arrived and Davrel berated the man for lying to him, he claimed to be leaving the order of hypocrites but Joh'an attempted to relieve him and insisted that he would be a great Jedi one day. Davrel blatantly refused to believe that, claiming that this would be their last duel and engaged the Jedi. The duel lasted for hours with neither combatant giving ground, Joh'an complimented his apprentice's tenacity and once again insisted on him to reconsider but the tenacious young soul would have none of it. Eventually, Farr and Beviin engaged a bladelock that brought the opponents faces close, as their blades grew closer to ground Farr experienced a Force vision of the young man's future and shocked to see a man in Mandalorian armor standing upon a hill with an ignited color-less lightsaber in his hand; Farr assumed this to be Davrel's future. Unconcerned, Beviin drove Farr's saber aside and swiftly severed two of his master's tendrils; he watched him languish in pain and told him that he'd never be the Jedi he would have wanted him to be, and left the Jedi to wallow in pain.

Becoming a hunter
"After leaving the Order and my master, I felt a little lost, not knowing anything else I fell into the game. Became a bounty hunter, selling my talents to whoever could keep my lights on. Never asked why or who I was hunting until she came to me, some Mirialan Jedi schutta. She tried to crawl in my head, and so I killed her for it."

- Davrel on his fall into the bounty and Jedi hunting business

At some point before 24 BBY, who started using the nickname "Hondo" and met the Imarra and her son Anarran, when he rescued her from an 's sight of fire and she swore a  to him. She later died from an unknown sickness and her debt was passed on to her son, Anarran. He also killed the Jedi Padawan Naisha when she attempted to his mind to release information regarding the missing  Tengo Wayan, this would serve as a catalyst for his hunting of Jedi.

Dissolution of a terrorist cell
"... Oh, and Tayro Marr says hello."

- Davrel before killing Jeor Myren

Haunted past and arrest
"'Roege', huh? He's just a kid." "Don't start something you can't finish, Barca."

- Barca and a Duros, discussing Roege

When Davrel returned to the, a hotel where he had been renting a room, he found he wasn't alone; officer Rako Gant. There he was arrested for his past crimes including the failed assassination attempt on Senator Padilla of H'ian, he tried to escape from custody once by breaking Gant's nose but was stopped by half a dozen CSF officers.

Working for the Republic
"Let get this straight: you want me to recover plans from a MIA clone commando squad, destroy a facility that's filled to the brink with battle droids and all while leading a group of ex-cons?" "Exactly. No restrictions and the Republic will provide whatever's needed." "Well now, when do I start?"

- Captain Onasi and Beviin

Meeting mother
"Oh, no I see you got your hands full, y'know with the Senate, that kid over there, so yeah I understand you no time to look for your own son. No, I understand completely, mother!"

- Davrel, to his mother

Joining the Mandalorians
After getting pardoned for his service to the Republic just after the, Beviin and Anarran went to Mandalore to meet his family for the first time in twenty-one years.

He later started working for his cousin Vera, who was a weaponsmith in. A year after joining his clan, Davrel agreed to let Anarran travel to Kashyyyk to see his own family, saying he would come back soon though he would be captured before he made it to Kashyyyk. Beviin was deeply saddened by his adopted brother's departure and disappearance.

Helping hand
Two years after the rise of, in 17 BBY, Beviin operated as a part-time test pilot for  until an old friend came to him for assistance&mdash;the  Hana had taken him up on the offer he had gave years before, "to do one favor, no questions asked" but in actuality it was a quest to find her father, the notorious smuggler Derrial Carrick. After a day's rest he reluctantly agreed, having forgot about the deal in the first place, the pair then departed Mandalore the next morning for the farther reaches of the Outer Rim Territories, eventually coming upon Io, a forgotten planet deep on the edge of.

Ending a tyrant's reign
"We are two." "You are no match for us both." "You are mistaken."

- Vasha, Lelal Mehka and Davrel

Marriage and father
"We've been through so much together. Will you marry me?" "[…] Depends on how fast you."

- Davrel proposing to Hana after the skirmish on Io

Shortly after the death of Vash, Tavani awoke from her trance much to Beviin's relief, he then proposed to her and she accepted. They married right there among the dead and she took his clan's name, and received the very pendant his father gave his mother before he was born. Minutes later she revealed she was already a two months pregnant, ecstatic Davrel took her back to for the celebration and they were welcomed fully into Clan Beviin.

Death
"'Sorrow comes in great waves... but it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it passes and we remain.'&mdash;Heran Jaymes. My grandfather was a humble man, at least most of the time; he didn't really care to be the center of attention. In life and now in death, he wouldn't want us to focus on him. He wouldn't want us to focus on the sadness of his death, but instead focus on the happiness in our lives. He would want us to appreciate each other and our future. A man as humble and loving as Roege Vecosh will always be remembered by those of us who knew him and loved him. Although we will miss him, his smile, his ways, his love, we take consolation in the good feelings of our memories. We love you, grandpa. May you live forever in the manda and may the Force be with you, always."

- Vecosh's grandson Jerard, at his funeral

Vecosh passed away on in, succumbing to the  he had been fighting internally for the past few decades. Days later his funeral was held on, with many friends and allies he met over the years in attendance, as well as his family. His body was cremated and his armor was kept at the.

Armor and equipment
"Armor, fully charged blaster, and an attitude that says 'I don't give a vrelt's ass' screams success."

- Vecosh on his career as a bounty hunter

As a bounty hunter and Jedi hunter, Beviin was equipped with a variety of weapons including pistols, rifles, an assortment of bladed weaponry, his lightsaber from his years as an apprentice. During his service with Delta Team he wore a team uniform designed by Onasi.

Sometime after the Clone Wars he switched to green gifted to him by his sister, Takara once she discovered their heritage.

Personality and traits
"Don't make me shoot you, I wouldn't want to waste the ammo."

- "Hondo" threatening a Weequay

Davrel was muscular young man, sporting tan skin and light brown eyes with mixture of black and dark sandy brown hair. At some point he got a resembling a 's head on the upper right side of his back just below his shoulder blade.

Because of his Mandalorian line and possibly because of the blood he shared with Kyram Beviin and Meila Caliss he had a tendency to sometimes abuse his power and at least on two occasions he nearly fell to the, one such account was when he amputated two of his master Joh'an Farr's head tendrils in a fit of rage during their duel at the on. Another was when he felt Tavani heart stop and he flew into a frenzy killing all in his path.

Powers and abilities
As a Jedi Padawan, Beviin had unusually high count rivaling that of, due to his family's bloodline. He had a very strong connection to the, though he often tried not to use it, but the constant death and destruction around left him with little choice.

Despite this he was natural leader and a skilled duelist. He was also skilled with blasters.

Lightsaber training
As a, Beviin was very skilled in for someone of his age. He made use of the standard grip as well the unorthodox reverse grip during combat, one he was exceptionally advanced in. He was also adept in dual-wielding melee weapons, ranging from single-bladed lightsabers to a double-bladed. He developed these skills under the tutelage of s, Joh'an Farr, , and training duels with Padawan  which often ended a draw.

Force powers
He was adept in various, capable of using the Force to strangle his enemies. He also seemed able to project a powerful burst of at least on one occasion. {{st

Romances
During his life Davrel had several romances and flings with women of a variety of species, including Crys Gistang, but some of the more prominent are listed below.

Daennika
"She's dangerous." "Yeah? So are you." "Oh, I wasn't complaining. I like her."

- Vecosh and Ion, on Daennika

Behind the scenes
A.J. Bryant mentioned that if Vecosh ever got a chance at live-action, he'd want to portray him, and subsequently all artistic depiction will be based on the actor. While siblings would be portrayed by and, respectively.

Appearances

 * Underworld
 * Hunted
 * Imperial
 * A Final Solution