Mydnyte Syn

Born into slavery on Mos Espa, she (not her birth name) was given the name of Mydnyte Syn in her early teen years, and had, by now, forgotten what her birth name was. She was enslaved for a handful of uses, including the sale and trade of drugs, spices, and other illegal items.

Forced to test the quality of glitterstim, ryll, and glitteryll (an unusual mixture of glitterstim and ryll), Syn became severely addicted. At the age of sixteen, she was sold to Krayn, a huge T'surr who is one of the most despicable slave traders known in the galaxy. Krayn prostituted Syn to unscrupulous drug dealers and to very profitable business men in order to gain the most lucrative black market deals.

He regularly raided the slave hovels of places like Mos Espa, on Tatooine, taking what he wanted without fear of being stopped. Krayn was a near human, appearing more like an immense creature with his rough clothing and unkempt hair. He wore a number of trinkets and items dangling from his belt, reminders of beings he had killed in the course of his life.

Krayn had managed to obtain control of the spice processing facilities on Nar Shaddaa, and had been the target of Colicoid negotiations for the rights to the facilities. In return for access to the facilities, Krayn demanded that he be made the sole provider of slaves to the Spice Mines of Kessel.

Word of Krayn’s activities eventually reached the ears of a leader of a growing underground collective calling themselves the Rebellion.

Outraged by the atrocities and lawlessness, the small band of Rebels raided Nar Shaddaa. Once the slaves learned of the actions being put into action to free them of their bonded chains, Krayn found himself facing a slave revolt at the spice facility on Nar Shaddaa.

Led by members of the growing Rebellion, the slaves quickly took over, especially since the Nar Shaddaa guards had been ordered to ignore the raid. One of the Rebel members, a male whom Syn did not catch the name of until much later, chased down Krayn and fought him, eventually disarming the larger man.

Despite cries to keep Krayn alive and place him on trial, the rebel captor placed the muzzle of his blaster to Krayn’s chest and released a single shot straight through his heart.

Too far gone from the effects of her drug addiction, Syn collapsed during the riot. The slaves all rushed to the surface, leaving Syn behind in their clamor to freedom.

“Is that everyone?” A rebel member called out in the tunnel as he followed the last of the slaves out.

“Yeah, I think so. You go ahead. I’m going to check this tunnel real quick to make sure.”

The man who had killed Krayn slowly traversed the tunnel, occasionally finding he had to shoot the energy spiders protecting their nest of eggs. Had Syn not groaned at the moment she did, the Rebel member never would have found her.

“I found one!”

He called out as he tucked his blaster away and lifted Syn to her feet. One look into her eyes and he knew she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own, let alone walk out of the underground tunnels of her own volition.

"She’s just a kid,” he murmured in dismay. He bent forward and hoisted Syn over his shoulder. “Come on. I’m taking you out of here for good.”

The freed slaves were placed under the care and protection of the people of Naboo. Except for one. Syn had been taken into custody by her rescuer. He never left her side as she suffered the horrible effects of drug withdrawal. Those nights were long and painful for both of them.

There was nothing he could do other than calm her fears, talk her through her delusions, and dab the sweat from her face and forehead when she wasn’t curled up like a ball and crying out from the sharp pains of severe cramping. He held her hair away from her face as she went through bouts of uncontrollable vomiting and remained awake all night when Syn actually slept.

That was the longest month he had ever had.

Time and perseverance paid off as the man nurtured Syn back to health. Under his care, and the careful attentions of a medical doctor, Syn’s willowy frame went from skeletal to healthy within half a year’s time. Her adoration and gratefulness never went unnoticed, always doing things to please him and taking care of him whenever he’d allow her to return the act of kindness that saved her life.

The educations he provided her, the long private talks, and living under his roof instilled a strong sense of values and morals for the young woman. Those values and morals paved the way into her becoming a member of the very Rebellion that rescued her from a life of drugs, prostitution, and slavery.

A life that would have been very short.

Belongings
 

*Metallic breastplate armor - Slug throwers, stun bolts, and small shrapnel shouldn't be a problem for it. Just don't expect miracles against blaster bolts. Might deflect a small one, and it might weaken a large one enough for you to walk away for some bacta.

• A utility belt with small pouches handy for grenades, blaster packs and other things.

• A bandoleer that went diagonally across her chest with some more pouches.

• A DL-44 pistol - Used as a last resort or for extreme close quarters engagements. It packs a bigger bolt and will punch through Stormtrooper armor. The downside is the rate of fire is slow and there's only 25 shots to a clip. She has two extra power cells for this weapon.

• An E-11 rifle, but smaller than most you would see. It has a collapsible wire stock so the weapon could be folded to the side and make the gun even more compact. This weapon hangs freely at her side by a cloth sling made by Solivagus Relens, the man who provided her with the weapon. Its the same rifle the Stormtroopers use and it has an attached scope to scout at a distance. It allows her to stun as well as make lethal shots. It's equipped with power cells instead of gas cartridges so she has about a hundred rounds per. Four extra power cells.

• A couple 'power cells for her DL-44, four extra for her e-11.

• 2 Thermal Detonators

• Four grenades - 2 with a 4 second count down and a lethal range of eight meters. The other 2 are fragmentation grenades; simple explosives that shatter the shell and scatters shrapnel that will shred up anyone caught in the blast.

• A vibro whip

• A vibro knife and sheath.

• Two small med packs.

Identifying Markings
 

Syn sports a few tattoos, though most aren’t visible as they are hidden by her clothing.

Upper right thigh: A rose. Five smaller petals along the length of her thigh, falling from the rose. Each petal has the name of someone close to her who has lost their life.

Lower back: Intricate knot-work design. Several scars on her legs, back, and arms.