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ComNet Rank: ComNet Initiate
Avatar: baretz_sonok
Division(s): VE - Stormtrooper Corps
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Birthday: June 16
Date Joined: October 31, 2007
Last Active: October 28, 2010 at 4:19:54 PM
Number of Posts: 124
ID Line: TRP/LCPL baretz_sonok/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/ Tadath/VEA
Biography: Physical Appearance

Native Language: Basic Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Hazel Skin Color: White Height: 6'5 Weight: 210 lbs Age: 20 Full Name: Baretz Sonok Physical Build: Metsomeso Body Type, Broad Shoulder, Large Framed, Muscular Homeworld: Nal Hutta.

Personality He is prideful to the extent of being conceited, but he also has enough sense to know what he has to do.
He is extremely dedicated to his cause, whatever it may be. He is all or nothing, and anything he chooses to do has to be to perfection.
He is not a ‘people person,’ but he is charismatic and can falsify interest in anything, if it’s to his best interest.

Talents and Skills

Experienced in Bare-knuckle Brawling Also a top grade marksman. Knows smuggling techniques. Understands Rodian, Ryl, and Huttessee, but refuses to speak any of them.


Bio

I don’t know where to begin really, but I suppose the events leading to me joining the Stormtrooper Corps.

I was eight years old when my father, Marc Sonok, a smuggler, died because he owed a Hutt too much damned money, but at any rate that affected me more than anything else, I think. By the age of ten my mourning was over, and strictly revenge filtered my mind. I mean sure I was a kid, but mom couldn’t support the two of us, dad had been the bread winner, and that mudcruntch took that away. Now, all I had to do was get the local notice of Remo, a Rodian enforcer of the mentioned Hutt, Mooga. Which is quite a deal harder as a kid, but I managed to do it with tact that would make my dad proud, but it wasn’t until I was twelve.

I’d always been manipulative and cunning there was no doubt about that, and my sheer size hadn’t developed yet, but my brain was rampant, and I figured out a plan to get into Mooga’s body guards, and effectively work my way up until I got the job done. I imagined the episode on the HoloNET as my full grown, self image dumped salt over the hutt, and his body dehydrated just like the various species of slug in the galaxy, but that dream never came to fruition. I digress, I heard, through the grape vine, that two thugs were going to fight out their gambling disagreements, and that would spark a little excitement as everyone liked to show up and watch the fights. The fighter, that everyone thought was going to win, was a large Trandoshan brute by the name of Cliym, and his battle was against a long time friend to my father and mother, Jerico Mason. One of them were going to die, but if I had my way it’d not be Jerico, and I’d be taken in front of Mooga as a prospective ‘made man.’
I know what your thinking, what self respecting crime lord would use children? All of them if they’re smart, children have a key ability of not being suspects. Mooga knew that, he took in fresh recruits as early as he could tempt them to the life, and ‘made’ them as early as fifteen, but to date the youngest he had ever made was eighteen, but I’ll elaborate that in this tale.
With my father’s old blaster pistol concealed under a black jacket, I made my way to the fight. The crowd was already dense a good thirty people standing there watching, Remo was amongst them standing at the front of the crowd watching from very close distance, his face held interest, but also a certain sign of opportunity flickered through his gazing eyes. I had to do the deed before him, and also before Jerico was wounded.
It was common knowledge you don’t bet against Jerico Mason, he had the luck of a devil, and I only knew one man ever to beat him in sabacc, my father. So, Cliym lost, his pride was hurt, and he thought he’d muscle his way out of debt to Jerico, and it might have been a good plan on the surface, but was he really stupid enough to think the Hutts would let people get out of their debts that way.
So, I set the blaster to stun, I was twelve and couldn’t grasp killing anyone, except Mooga. Anyway, I pushed through the crowd, and with the electric noise of the blaster the crowd split, and Cliym fell to the ground, stunned.
Remo looked at my like I had just taken all the wind out of his sails, but he didn’t speak, not yet. He walked over the duracreet with the loud echo of his hard leather boots. His hand fell on the man’s pocket to pull out his credit chip, and tossed it to Jerico, whom had gotten hit a little bit, but was otherwise in top shape. He gave me a grin, he hadn’t realized what was going on, so he thought nothing more of it, and left.
So, I lingered around looking at Remo, he could shoot me for interfering or he could take me to Mooga, and let him know I was talent and brains to look out for. His hand pulled out his blaster, I clinched my eyes and teeth in a subtle fear that ripped through me like a maelstrom. The blaster shot was heard, but I didn’t flinch, nor did I die a small round whole from the compressed, super-heated cobanna gas pierced Cliym’s head, and Remo gripped my shoulder and led me down the road.

I’m being a lot more breathy than normally, but whatever right, I’ll skip some of the slow parts, So this is how it went down. The Hutt liked me, I have no clue why, but he did. I was on the fast track and was ‘made’ by the time I was fifteen. I did the jobs, killed people, smuggled spice, death sticks, coca, everything you can think of, but the end justifies the means, that’s a personal philosophy, and well only way I can justify what I did as ‘right.’ Lets resume the story, it was the very last day I worked for Mooga the Hutt, this was a mere four months ago.

My feet echoed ominously through the long stone hallways, as I approached Mooga’s chambers. As always, he resided inside, a pair of slaves, one zeltron and a twi’lek, one Grimorean guard and Remo, and last but not least the Protocol Droid to translate, but I was quick and being around them all from so young, I picked up their languages.

“My young super nova!” Mooga greeted me.
“Yeah. We just got back from Corelia your gambling ring should be stocked with booze for, at least, three standard months.” It had been the largest amount of alcohol I’d ever seen in one place, or any run.

The first distraction came as I had planned it. I’d paid off a local Duros business man for a little R2D5 Model Astromech droid. I told it to wait two minutes after I entered the building, and then to unleash blaster fire randomly as it rolled around. The Gramorean and Remo ran from the room. Mooga stared at me, and the smile slowly crept up my face. I knew the slaves had no love to lose on Mooga, and the droid well, the droid was just that.
My new disrupter pistol that I had pulled in a few returned favors to get slipped out of my characteristic black jacket, and just about that time I had an incredible urge to investigate the stain on my shoe, luckily, the large Pig’s axe missed because of this, and the disrupter pistol launched into his stomache, and slowly the thing begin to lose weight, and another shot his head, simply, disappeared.
Thinking back on it, I never knew why that stain was so interesting to me, I was compelled by some outside force, but oh well, whatever, lucky, I guess.
The slaves, instinctively, screamed, and Mooga began to talk, I wasn’t paying any attention, two more shots, doing what he had me to do so many times left him in the same headless condition. I through an unopen salt packet on his body, just for the humor I still got from the idea, and then I fled.
I came here, the crime community would be hunting me down, and I am safe here, maybe I can get enough expierence under my belt to straighten up a lot more of those crime lord fools, but who knows, I know I’m a lot harder to get at in here, and I know that I could get used to this Stormtrooper thing. All in all, it was a fair trade. I’ve already learned how to kill without regret, so, I’m glad I can do it for a cause, rather than for a dream.
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