Varo Taan

Gruff Mandalorian warrior, quiet spoken, values loyalty, duty, honor and clan above all else


Current rank: Al’verde (Commander) Mandalorian Empire
Current assignment: Honor Guard to General Kel Alaris

“Medium Human soldier 4
Destiny 2; Force 7; Dark Side 4
Init 10; Senses low-light vision, Perception +12
Languages Basic, Mando’a, Huttese
Defenses Ref 20 (17 flat-footed), Fort 18, Will 14
hp 55; Threshold 23
Speed 6 squares, fly 6 squares (jet pack)
Melee vibrodagger +7 (2d4
Ranged blaster carbine 7 (3d82)
Ranged blaster pistol, heavy 7 (3d82)
Ranged grenade, frag 7 (4d62)
Ranged grenade, stun 7 (4d62)
Base Atk +4; Grp +7
Atk Options Overwhelming Attack
Special Actions Quick Draw
Abilities Str 16, Dex 17, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 10
Special Qualities Bonus Trained Skill, Bonus Feat
Talents Armored Defense, Improved Armor Defense
Feats Armor Proficiency (light), Armor Proficiency (medium), Improved Damage Threshold, Overwhelming Attack, Quick Draw, Skill Focus (Use Computer), Weapon Proficiency (advanced melee), Weapon Proficiency (pistols), Weapon Proficiency (rifles), Weapon Proficiency (simple)
Skills Initiative +10, Perception +12, Pilot +10, Use Computer +12
Possessions blaster carbine, 2 frag grenades, 2 stun grenades, Mandalorian combat suit (Vacuum Seals, Improved, Internal Comlink, encrypted short-range, Helmet Package, superior, Jet Pack, Weapon Mount, concealed, Weapon Mount), hip holster, utility belt, medpac, energy cell, 2 code cylinders, 3000 credits


Varo sat at the cantina nursing a mug of Corellian ale. He had come to the dingy bar in the green zone on his own time to unwind. The Mandalorians had occupied the planet for only a few months but it had not gone well. It seemed every day he had heard of one of his fellow soldiers being injured or killed in some way by the rebels.

He had been well aware of the dark and angry stares several of the patrons had flashed his way, but when he returned their gaze, they quickly turned around, seeming to stare at the bottom of their own cups. One Nikto however, seemed to pay him the most attention.

Varo was no stranger to such open hostility. In many ways he embraced it as a part of his cultural heritage. He could not imagine leading any other life, living as his ancestors had for countless generations. “Let the fools fear us. It makes them easier to rule” he thought.
Finishing the obviously watered down drink, he flipped a credit onto the table and put on his helmet.

As Varo got up to leave, the drunken Nikto blocked his path.
“Step aside friend.”
The Nikto replied.
“E chu ta!” (go eff yourself)
Varo pushed him out of the way.
“Ne shab’rud’ni di’kut.” (Don’t mess with me ahole!)
The Nikto replied.
“Do lordo bu wonky koochoo d’Mando!” (Your boss is an idiot Mando!)

With lightning fast reflexes, Varo had the Nikto by the throat and had lifted him off the ground.

The Nikto, seeming oblivious to his danger, spat on Varo’s visor, as grave an insult as he could probably think of under the situation.

A quick flick of the wrist and the Nikto’s eyes bulged in wide surprise. A six inch retractable vibroblade had just found its way under his chin nicking the skin of his neck. As the alien’s bladder emptied itself down his own pants legs, Varo let the body fall roughly to the floor.
Looking around expecting a fight, Varo was quickly disappointed as everyone seemed to have pressing business elsewhere. Varo walked out with a smile on his face knowing that he could have killed the weak piece of osik, but had spared him to shame him.

Returning to his cramped barracks room, he was intercepted by his commanding officer.
“Varo, come with me.”

He followed the older warrior to his office and stood at attention before his desk helmet tucked under his right arm.

“I know you take no pride in what we do here. This backwater is but a side show to the main focus of our invasion. Normally I would tell you to suck it up and do your duty, but my hands are tied. You are being transferred to a new commander. I trust you will serve him as efficiently and honorably as you have me these many long months.”

“Sir, I will do my duty or die trying. Who is this new commander?”

“A Dashade General by the name of Kel Alaris. I do not know him but you were asked for personally which is quite an honor for one so young. Go gather your things. You leave immediately. Dismissed.”

Varo turned to leave and put his helmet on for fear of betraying the flash of anger that came in an overwhelming wave. “Kel Alaris? Why would he ask for me?”

A week later, Varo reported to General Alaris.

“Ah brother Varo, I see you made it.”

“Forgive me being so informal Sir, but we are not brothers nor have we ever been.”

“I had thought you might have gotten over that long ago but I see you have not. You were a hard person to find, especially since I see you changed your name.”

“Yes, and changed father’s as well seeing as how mine was never fit to call himself that. I suppose he is dead now, or at least he is to me. I completed the ritual of separation long ago, and was adopted by my mother’s family. Samiel Taan is my father now.”

“Sa’Dar always loved you and spoke of you highly. It saddened him to lose you both.”

“Well, seeing as how he left my mother and me alone to fend for ourselves I am sure it broke him up completely. I know he had his reasons and frankly I don’t give a damn what they were. I moved on. It is the one thing Sa’Dar Beviin and I will ever agree on. If you want to know if this will affect my ability to serve under you, no, it will not. I will do my duty for the honor of Clan Taan and the glory of the Mandalorian Empire.”

Varo Taan

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