From The Old Republic Roleplay

It's not my fault... this time. ~ Said By Nebu'la when it is obviously her fault

Nebu'la a small beautiful Twi'lek whose fluid walk is almost a dance, with each curve promising its own delights. Her garb, a tight jumpsuit cut to accentuate her charms, only serves to enhance the offer, that is except for the two blasters at her side which promise a different type of dance.

Potted History

Nebu'la

Born in the hidden compartment of a smugglers ship.

Farther: Captain Mael'strom Ruthes (Twi'lek)

Mother: Indar'la Sune (Twi'lek)

Spent early life with mother as a child dancer.

When Mother taken by Imperials she lived with her Father who took her in.

She traveled the stars and bars at her Father's heals.

Father put in Carbonite following bad deal, now in the hold of the Dancing Queen.

Work hard to get the Dancing Queen out of impound and debt, as well as sort out several sour deals as a result of her Father.

Met Brown Eyes (Shayla TynBlade) and joined the Jade Company.

Hostilities with Mishka Kalrook turned into a relationship.

Left the Jade Company to work for an Underground independent organisation

Affiliations

Is in a relationship with Mishka Kalrook

What others think

Nebu'la

Mishka Kalrook ..

"She was bold, she was daring, she was carismatic, she was dashing, she was admirable, she was an amazing story teller, she was smart, and she was very beautiful . . . She was also thick headed, a liar, stuborn, egotistical, a bragard, crude, a hopeless flirt, possibly gready, had little appreciation for culture, the law, protocol, and in Mishka's opinion, she was also a little too eager for male companionship for it to lead to any good, and a touch vulgar.

In short, she was trouble with a capital Twi, and best to be stayed away from."

Personal Insights

Doctor Spaitso, a handsome man, glanced at the ceiling considering his question. “Nebu’la, why don’t you tell me about your Mother?”

The blue skinned Twi’lek pondered the question, took a deep breath and began.

“Well Doc, I suppose we have to go back to the start with that one. Mother was an exotic dancer, best there was and often sold or given as a gift between the type of beings who rule whole star systems. She ran away with a scoundrel and for a few years was free among the stars, that’s where I come in. Born in one of the hidden compartments aboard the star-ship Dancing Queen in the middle of a Hutt sanctioned stop and search. It was my initial crying that gave us away and they took us, Mother and me because I couldn't be quiet.”

She fidgeted a bit getting into a more comfortable position and fidling with her Lekku.

Doctor Spaitso asked, “I sense you might blame yourself for that but you were an infant just out of the womb, you might want to look into that in another session. For now please go on and tell me what happened following the separation from your father.”

“Well my Mother returned to her life, having been ransomed back to her owner, and I was thrown in as an extra. She brought me up in that environment and trained me in the ways and techniques of entertainment, and although I never grew as tall as her I was very good.”

The memory of those days of dancing caused the Twe’lek’s body to move with minute precision forming waves of movement that cascaded over her form. The Doctor’s smiled, probably appreciative of her curvaceous form and the pleasures that such control could bestow.

“I was so good in fact that I was gifted with special rewards on many occasions. Which is where I picked up a rather nice suite of dancers implants. Of course I have since had some special modifications to suite my more hostile lifestyle.”

The Doctor askes, “And your Father dd you ever see him again?”

Nebs’ face grimaces slightly as she ponders the next part. “Well Father eventually found us again and managed to get the job of transporting us between owners on a borrowed transport. He was always able to arrange things like that involving docks, shipping and manifests. So once more my Mother had run away to freedom with my Father, but this time they did not get far.”

Sensing the difficulty in this area the doctor encourages Nebs to continue, “Go on.”

Her hands are clenched and her whole body tenses up, “He took us into Imperial space to avoid her previous ring of owners, and that’s where we immediately got boarded by a bunch of Imperial goons. Luckily I was bundled into an inspection hatch and when I came out Mother was gone and Father was crying. That fraking piece of sith spit, he had told them who she was and handed her over. He didn’t tell me the details but it was bloody obvious, he always dumped the illegal cargo at the first time of trouble.”

The Doctor nodded sympathetically, “And did you feel anger towards your Father?”

A tear roles down Nebs cheek, “I was distressed at first, as was my father so initially we clung to each other for support. It was years later as I became less of a child and I learned the way he operates that I joined the dots.”

Doctor Spaitso moves Nebs onwards, “So did you live with your Father?”

Nebs smiles and wipes away the tear, “Oh yes we had a blast. He had installed some experimental AI in his ship and programmed it with some of the personality of my Mother. It was rather crude but gave me some company out there in the Universe. He basically took me under his wing and taught me the trade of making a living and surviving amongst the scum of the Galaxy. I actually have a knack for it though as he says I tend to be a bit too flighty and hot headed, he thinks I enjoy it too much to be objective.”

The Doctor nods and asks, “And how are you getting along with your Father now?”

That gets a laugh from the Twi’lek “Now? Great, he’s gone, left me the ship, which I had to get out of the impound yard and sort out several deals that went sour as a result. Lifes been quite busy to put it mildly. He said he had a lead on Mother last time we spoke, then he vanished. Though I since tracked him down and when I manage to free him, and he’s told me where Mother is I’m going to shoot him.”

The Doctor sighs, “Well Nebu’la I’d have to say you have blame issues both on yourself, with your Mother and especially your Father, who seems to be the focus of your anger. That might manifest itself in some dislike for father figures, authority or just men in general. We would need several more sessions to understand and resolve them.”

Nebs smiles and pulls away from the Doctor slipping out of the bed and letting the sheets fall to the floor, “Well Doc I expect you might be right, though from our arrangement I might say that I don’t have any issues with men.”

She started to pull on her cloths as the Doctor watches admiringly from the bed.

Slipping into her boots she said “Same thing next time I’m on the station? And same payment in advance?”

The Doctor smiles wickedly, “Works for me, and next time you can tell me more about your Mother.”

Tales of Nebu'la on SWTOR-RP

Closed Stories

Very short exercise of Nebs' first time aboard the Dancing Queen and her meeting with Mom

Ongoing story of Neb's adventures (long and may contain mild adult content)

Open RP Threads

When Nebs' first met the Jade Company and Brown Eyes

Nebs arrives to join the Jade Company fleet