User:Doran Skytower

The Beginning
Doran Skytower started out as a simple farm boy on the planet of Nubia. Growing up in the rural hills and plains, away from the star ship production facilities and the big cities, he'd always yearned for a more adventurous lifestyle. Growing up in the shadow of his father who was a great, retired Captain from the Fel Navy, Doran always felt he would never fill his father's shoes. Eventually, however, after overhearing a conversation between his Dad and a friend about a Fel recruitment campaign, he decided what he would do with his life. Leaving everything he knew behind, and never looking back he ran away and joined the Navy on 210ABY-4-13.

*Data pad log found in his room on Nar Shaddaa*
Log 4.13.210ABY "Growing up on the planet of Nubia wasn't fun, at least not for the lower class. Long days in the hot sun, working those hellish fields for every measly little scrap of coin the selfish merchants care to give you for it.  We couldn't afford the city stuff like Pod Races, and grav-ball.  All we had was the roof over our heads and the tools in our hands.

I never regretted leaving it all behind, back then. Thinking of it now, I guess I do a little, but I only regret I didn't get to see the look on my father's face when I boarded the shuttle to training. I wonder if he was proud, or ashamed...

Oh well, better things to do now..."

Log 6.25.210ABY "The Everlasting. A Promising name for a ship, huh? can't wait. We're going to be patrolling the Ado Spine. Apparently there is some major pirate activity in the area, the hyperspace route is a major trafficking area for them. I'm looking forward to this. Beats working in the fields by a long shot."

Log 2.19.217ABY "Those fragging bastards! All of them! TO HELL WITH ALL OF THEM! It was another routine day, when out of nowhere this Sith bomber of some sort comes barreling through our formation. Taking evasive maneuvers, we managed to dodge most of the shots, but a salvo of torpedoes from the Sith ship slammed our Port hard.  It didn't stop there, a Sith Frigate showed up and began boarding the Everlasting!  I was a gun battery operator, but I managed to take out ten or twenty of the bastards.  We managed to barricade ourselves in the mess hall on Deck 3.  We held it for what felt like hours.  Each minute more men died, you could hear the screaming anywhere in the ship.  They had this... Purple lightning that arced from their fingertips and the smell of Ozone mixed with burning flesh was unbearable. We eventually pushed them off the ship, but the NERVE! Thinking they can board an Imperial star ship? They're getting bold, and I don't like it."

Log 3.05.219ABY "Gone... All of them... are... Gone.... Just..... Gone... I've been a drifter for the past 3 months.  Nothing left to do.... Me and a handful of gunners from 3rd deck were the only ones able to make it to the pods while the hull ripped itself apart from the sheer power the Sith was exerting.  We didn't know... No warning. Just a horrible screeching as the bulkheads blew, and the terrible sound of men being ejected into space with no air or pressure.  I can still here the screams of those unlucky enough not to die quickly. Still see the faces of the ones we left behind when the doors slammed shut. I see them... In my dreams... In the faces of passerby... Accusing me.... Always... Accusing..."

Log 3.05.220ABY "Been a year now. Since that day. Gotten my life back. Couldn't go back to the Navy, wouldn't want to either. Had to bum around the Spine a bit. Hopped on a trade ship as a gunner, made a few credits.  Worked up a reputation, and eventually bought my own ship.  A Z-82 Speeder. Customized to my family colors. Beautiful. Guess I better find some more work."

Log 5.23.220ABY "An ancient philosopher of some origin once said, 'A life unexamined isn't worth living.' bullshit... If I examined my life, it would make me want to end it.  That's where this fantastic stuff comes in.  Ithorian Mist. Cheap, hard, it does the job good and makes all the voices of those dead people go away.  50,000 men and women on that ship. and only a handful made it out.  Those selfish Sith and their plans. The damned Fel Empire and the stupid Imperialists fighting for their petty grievances.  Screw them all to hell.  If I ever see another again, it'll be too soon.  I need another drink..."

The Current Struggle
Doran is now a well-known smuggler, operating out of Nar Shaddaa. He calls this planet home now and frequents many of the local cantinas. He's a successful smuggler, and a better drinker than most he's seen.

He flies his ship called the 'Drunken Koi' and moves alcohol along the Ado Spine, the Kessel and the Corellian trade routes. He is rumored to have flown the Kessel in under 10 parsecs, and to have maunally plotted a course around the Maw Black hole Cluster using a system of slingshots taking the gravity of the anomalies to his advantage, to cut travel time almost in half.