Falastur Luran

Untrusting of most, she speaks nothing of the events that bred her foul demeanor. The Rebel Alliance, to her, is but a means to an end. Now interested more in exacting revenge against her perpetrators than really restoring democracy to the galaxy, Luran sees galactic freedom as a mere byproduct of her current endeavors. Perpetually attacked by nightmares and visions of her past, she, in turn has taken to transforming that anger into stoic vengeance. So far as Fala is concerned, she has already died, and in her stead, an angel of vengeance has been spawned. Living day-to-day coping with her life, she has devoted herself to the Alliance wholeheartedly in a bout to reach the corrupt persons who have ruined her life.

Falastur enjoys none of the hobbies that used to pass her time. When not burying herself in breaking code for the Alliance, which she is prone to do as means of occupying her mind, Luran is apt to simply sit in silence and think. Aside from disassembling her blasters and cleaning them or maintaining the Mantis' upkeep, she has taken to writing a journal of ways she intends to make Kuat's Senator, and the felons on his bankroll, pay. Fala attempted caring for a pet to help her cope but found herself unable to tend to it properly. She's tried other options only to have them fail as well. In the end, she is beyond frustrated and, if agitated enough, will break her stoic stance and fly into a rage. These are the times her heart dies; these are the times her soul cries.

Being the youngest, and the lone girl, mind you, Luran often escaped with the least punishment among her siblings, she learning via her older brothers' trial and errors what worked and what didn't, so far as acquiring their desires. As such, Falastur was always a popular figure in school, the bubbly teen never short on friends or influence. Excelling in both academics and sports, numerous institutions attempted to enlist her into their hallowed halls of further education but she would hear nothing of it. As was customary in the past, Fala (as her name was shortened amongst family and friends) followed in her brothers' footsteps (who had copied their father no less) and enlisted in the Republic Army.

Time was generously allotted for family visitation and despite all her siblings being spread far and wide across the galaxy, they still laughed and celebrated together on important occasions. All in all, Luran was happy with her life, but that was soon to change. Finishing her required term of enlistment, she opted to remain amongst the field she had grown to love. Having learned much of languages, codes and cultures to boot, it wasn't long before she was being eyed for promotion. Gaining the rank of officer at twenty-five years of age, her skills continued to grow. Aside from her broken arm those many years ago, Falastur was fingered as a possibly perfect field agent and was shuttled off to train as such. Leaving behind the quiet, sedate and obscure life of code breaking, Luran trained to become a pilot. Whilst far from the best dog-fighter the Republic would ever see, Fala held her own and graduated from the program as an average student of flight.

Transmissions and traffic soon began cascading through the universe, her exact sect of the military gaining more and more action as whispers of betrayal and treason began circulating. Tragically, Luran's father had retired and then passed shortly before, she being left only her older brothers to consult with regarding military gossip and affairs. Attempting to contact them, only the physician was easily found, he also expressing concern to Falastur that he had not been able to find them as well. With some minor trepidation buried in the recesses of her mind, she chalked it up as senseless worrying and felt sure they were occupied elsewhere saving some poor planet from itself.

Smelling trouble, curiosity got the best of her and she began secretly monitoring the aforementioned prohibited channels of communication. Months passed as she deciphered the data in what free time she could manage, Luran's suspicions growing by the day. Though the details were sketchy, one thing was clear: A senator, possibly more was in direct contact with the most infamous criminal underground in the galaxy. With the bevy of changes twisting on the Senate floors, Fala knew she had to alert someone. Committing a cardinal sin of the military, she bypassed her immediate authority and approached his own supervisor. Lambasted and severely tongue lashed for her conduct, Luran was reprimanded severely. Being struck with a month of non-paid suspension, she was then demoted and found herself placed loading military rations in a remote warehouse. Unsure of where to turn during her month's military absence, Falastur approached the Jedi, a group her family had long hailed and respected for their selfless devotion to freedom and democracy.

Instructed that they were monitoring the situation, Luran was also informed that they would be in contact and monitoring her once she returned to service. They spoke nothing of the growing alliance forming, that would later evolve into the Rebel Alliance, however did impart that she should mind her words as danger was imminent the galaxy around. Stunned by the revelation that her suspicions held water, Luran eventually returned to duty and loaded cargo diligently as she was ordered. Asking her former comrades the unthinkable, they relented due to their close friendship and passed along various nuggets of information to her as they intercepted it. She thanked them generously, as she knew they were placing themselves in danger, and soon her living quarters degraded into a stuffy cell of printouts and scribbled codes adorning the walls.

Still unable to contact her four brothers, still serving in the military, for guidance, Luran was soon stunned by recent news of Jedi infamy. Never believing what was reported publicly regarding the Jedi, she was then smuggled a snippet of delicate information from her allies in the intelligence department. It seemed they had intercepted, and nearly not passed it along due to its personal sensitivity, a transmission eloquently coded, but in the end deciphered, as a message for a 'hit.' That, in and of itself was not what crushed Falastur however. Buried in the transmission, her eldest brother's name was undeniably spoken alongside coordinates of the signal's source, Tresda Florbal's personal residence. Stunned and utterly devastated on how best to proceed, she rushed to the Jedi Temple but was only rebuffed at the door by authorities.

Calling in sick for two days, she languished and debated in her quarters on what she should do. The fact that the Senator from Kuat had directly ordered a murder was troubling enough, but her beloved brother's involvement in the quagmire was another issue entirely. Love and loyalty to family winning out, Falastur dismissed the planet and her job, never calling in the third day. Traveling immediately to Kuat in a military ship, a questionable and idiotic maneuver no doubt, Luran was easily granted access to Florbal's docks, much too easily. Informed ahead of time of the missing ship and its obvious trajectory, the pilot's records had been examined and Tresda was fully briefed on Luran before she had even broached the atmosphere.

Under the guise of civility as she landed, once Falastur exited the ship, her life took a devastating turn that will haunt her until the day she dies. Apprehended immediately by Senatorial guards, she was shuttled to secret chambers and then questioned about what she knew. Revealing nothing, Luran was severely beaten whilst lashed; still her resolve did not fail. Instructed as a matter of fact, by the good senator himself, that an Empire was being birthed before her eyes, Fala was advised to speak if she desired a place within this new order. Spitting a cracked tooth in his face, Tresda's facade curled into anger, he backhanding her with such force that her chair toppled over. Handing the female over to his lesser advisors, Florbal urged them to do as they wished with her but that she should remain alive, for he had a use for such beauty in his gardens.

Immediately transferring her to an interrogation chamber, Falastur then sustained days of torture. Each of the nefarious underlings taking turns ravaging her sexually in every orifice, still she would not falter. Hours of unsedated and alert pain flickered between long periods of unconsciousness, the crones then forcing a Gamorrean servant to relieve himself within her. With gnashed teeth and finally broken, Luran sputtered and spit what information she could, but it was too late. Her former fortitude had only enraged her captors and they were now enjoying the affair much to Luran's agony. Days of continued abuse involving blunt object penetration, minor electrocution and physical blows only degraded her condition, she still attempting to spew her knowledge through blood and saliva to alleviate her pain and torture. Growing tired of her, Florbal's lowers decided they were done with her and reported to Tresda that she was uncooperative the entirety of the five days.

Exiting the system with little trouble, she was delivered undercover to the Rebel Alliance's secret base where she underwent recovery and was treated for hibernation sickness. Once stable, Luran underwent operations for her injuries sustained in captivity but there was little to be done. She would never bear children and would likely carry many scars for the remainder of her life, physical, mental and emotional. Time passed into her twenty eighth year as she resided in secret amongst the Alliance, she never being asked, nor expected to contribute to their cause. Nevertheless, as her progress continued, deep feelings of anger, familial betrayal, and desertion cropped up, not to mention the ever-present rage and need for vengeance. Voluntarily offering her aid to the Rebel cause, she was then offered a place in her original field of study, intelligence. Starting slow, she progressed in the clandestine alliance and eventually was bestowed the use of a stolen Imperial spy ship, the Mantis.

Embarking on a series of misadventures in the pursuit of information for the Alliance, Falastur found herself becoming entangled in a few incidents which she should not have introduced herself to. Deciding to aid Jedi Lupercus Revel on Kalee, instead of maintaining surveillance as was her mandate, Luran became involved in the rescue of Tais Voru from Darth Sinis but was unable to help two Jedi who met their demise by the Sith's hand. Following, she was dispatched with the Mantis to secretly record the events of Bellassa's doomed meeting with the Empire. Again, her conscious got the better of her and Fala revealed herself and the classified ship to help the senator of Bellassa, Rhiara D'Loroc. Threatening the Xinge's at gunpoint, such that they would release the senator, her ploy worked, but not before she was shot in the foot during her escape attempt. Her informal partner on the mission, Killien Rallard, safely delivered the injured Alderanni back to the Mantis and following a near capture in orbit, they escaped the Bellassan invasion.

Waking from her unconscious state back on Sanctum, Falastur was forced to weeks of surgery and rehabilitation under the care of Jedi Healer, Caleb Primm. Her emotional shell beginning to peel away due to his kind and gentle nature, Luran soon found herself infatuated with the doctor. The feeling seemed vaguely reciprocated, though neither ever openly stated as such. Languishing in bed for some time, Luran soon became snappy and criticized Primm over his abilities, citing the non-use of Bacta primarily. The accusation drove a small wedge between their blossoming relationship and he saw fit to hand her care of to another surgeon, Dr. Whitesides. The second caretaker introduced the limited bacta treatment only because Luran was needed again in a recon mission. From there, she recovered quickly.

Once the pirate clash was over, the Alliance retreated into space, their destination, the remote, Outer Rim planet of Sernpidal. During the journey, Luran was informed that she had been added to the Empire's Most Wanted List due to her involvement with the events on Bellassa. The Alliance, in effect, fired Luran from her intelligence position, an easy choice at that moment, due to the bad blood between she and her director. Not to mention, her ship had been destroyed. Now without a position in the Alliance, she sulked aboard the traveling ship in it's journey to Sernpidal, all the while battling her persistent, personal demons. Happening upon a pilot by the name of Ethan Erat, he struck up a conversation regarding Rhiara D'Loroc, but the conversation then turned to piloting the newest ship's in the Alliance's arsenal, X-Wings.

Agreeing that he would do what he could to help her attain a position in the squadron of fighters, Falastur was briefly content with the prospect of a new role. Her veiled excitement was soon obliterated however as Luran came to learn that Doctor Caleb Primm, her crush aboard Sanctum, had been killed in the residual ripples of the battle. Completely gutted, Fala weeped her good-byes to the Jedi, she regretting terribly never sharing with him her true feelings. Now but a walking drone of despair, she simply existed on the Mon Calamari until it finally arrived at the distant world of Sernpidal. Like all the refugees and evacuees, Falastur was transported to the surface in order to help set up a new rebel base. Contributing as best she could, Luran then bumped into Erat again. Reiterating her desire to become part of an X-Wing squadron, the cryptologist was advised that the formation of one was underway with the help of Jeren Sansiri. Agreeing to join whenever it became concrete, she continued to help with the base preparation.

Remaining on the surface of Sernpidal for nearly a whole day, Luran was then contacted by an Alliance officer and instructed that training was set to begin for new X-Wing recruits. Tired and disheveled from her labor, she obliged and returned to the Mon Calamari cruiser in orbit to begin her training. Upon arriving aboard the vessel, she was assigned to Tempest Squadron and granted the services of her own astromech droid, 'R2-G3'. From there, she trained with her fellow recruits in simulators before graduating to real life exercises. Given her history of surveillance and reconnaissance, Falastur's X-Wing was outfitted into a variation classified as T-65BR. Nicknaming R2-G3, her gold astromech, 'Scoot', Luran then began using a call sign fitting of her reconnaissance role in Tempest Squadron, 'Snoop.'