(http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e300/LeatherValkyrie/SeraLavilia.jpg)<br/><br/>Short Description:<br/><br/>Sera stand at an impressive six and a half feet tall with an exquisitely beautiful, well sculpted, muscular body. She has long golden blond hair she often braids meticulously into a pony tail, other times she’s been seen to simple tie it back. Her eyes are a smoky green, nearly jade, that seems to be assessing you when she looks your way, not unlike the way she looks at hyperdrive components. Her beauty is almost unnatural, an echo of her diminutive lover and teacher, Aurelia. Most often she’s seen wearing a simple grey jumpsuit stained with grease and oils from working on machines all day. Also she wears a black leather belt with a couple of blades and a pistol on it, in addition to any tools she needs when she happens to be working on the Lucid Valkyrie, her and Aurelia’s ship. She takes great pride in the ship the two of them had built and added to over the years, especially with the most recent upgrade, a cloaking device.<br/><br/>Combat profile:<br/><br/>Sera is very much the product of Aurelia; due to Lia’s enhancements, Sera is at the absolute peak of human physical conditioning, which is also where her limitations lie. She can out match anyone physically, but she has no latent Force ability. Since she is constantly around Sith, her compensation for that has been a customized verpine shatter pistol she carries almost everywhere. She has been known to use it on students who were dumb enough to start fights with her, or dumber still to damage hers and Lia’s ship, the Lucid Valkyrie. The wonderful thing about the functioning of a shatter gun is that it only takes one shot to kill. Operating on the same principles as a railgun it fires tiny metallic needles that deliver massive kinetic damage, thus the firing of the weapon is nearly completely silent. Many of these weapons are used as the basis for sniper rifles but Sera has little need for that kind of range in her day to day life. These projectiles are nearly impossible to block with a lightsaber due to their diminutive size and extreme velocity as well, something a few of the Sith hopefuls looking to make a name for themselves found out too late. The only thing Sera dislikes about the weapon is cleaning up the mess it leaves.<br/><br/>The physical enhancements were not all she received from Aurelia either. Over their years together Sera has developed a dual weapon fighting style of her own, based off of training against Aurelia’s dual shota lightsaber techniques. She carries on her left a hip a single edged vibrosword with cortosis weaving, able to stand it its own against a lightsaber. While on her right hip she carries another melee weapon, a small dual edged vibroblade with the same kind of cortosis weaving. She fights using the longer blade primarily to deliver devastating attacks, while using the shorter weapon to parry and stab.<br/><br/>Background:<br/>Sera Lavilia was a deck chief on a Republic mining station orbiting a mineral rich asteroid in the fringe, seeing as how she wasn't exactly a people person and that she had a natural talent for mechanics it was an ideal job. She kept everything on her deck running smoothly even though she to had bust more than few knuckle draggers' asses when they got out of line. She was known to be ill tempered when people were screwing around or like wise doing stupid things on her watch, but no matter how gruff she was she generally had her heart in the right place. Now, by appearance she might have been mistaken for a man, or worse. Sera had not been graced with feminine beauty, she was quite butch and indeed did tend to pay a lot more attention to other women than men. Of course people went behind her back and talked trash about her, but no one questioned her authority when it came to running the deck, or her inclination towards all things mechanical, and no one was stupid enough to insult her to her face. Sera was 6’5” and not a small woman; she would not hesitate to end a fight someone else started.<br/><br/>Then came what she didn't know would be her last day on the job. A shuttle moved slowly through the landing bay to her deck where it was guided in by the neon flags waved by one of the crew. She knew something was wrong when a team of Republic soldiers came rushing onto her deck and surrounded the shuttle with their blasters raised at the ramp. Not knowing what was going on she yelled for her crew to get out of there and ushered them through a hatch that led farther into the station, while she as senior crewman stayed behind, that and she was more than little pissed that this was holding up her work. However, having no particular wish to be caught in cross fire she took cover behind some supply crates.<br/><br/>She watched as the entrance ramp was lowered and all was still for several moments, an uncomfortable silence filled the hangar deck, normally alive with the sound of crewmembers working on machinery and ships. The eerie silence was broken when two small cylindrical devices flew from the entrance ramp and the soldiers shouted something that was drowned out by the sound of explosions as the grenades impacted near them. The blast sent at least one soldier flying while another went down bleeding with shrapnel quite visibly lodged in him. Chaos ensued.<br/><br/>Blaster fire erupted as several armed figures charged down the shuttle’s ramp and dove for cover. Several went down almost immediately as the remaining Republic soldiers opened fire. Sera cringed as she watched the carnage, mostly because she realized how much work it was going to be to fix everything the two forces were shooting up. Sera saw that the Republic soldiers were losing more men than they were killing so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She rose up from where she hid and darted across the way, cursing as she suddenly felt the heat of a blaster bolt wiz by her realizing they were now shooting at her. She came to a stop behind the cover where one of the soldiers had gone down, Sera bent over him placing her fingers on his neck; there was no pulse.<br/><br/>The dock chief felt a grim determination as she shook her head and closed the soldier’s lifeless eyes. Sera picked up his blaster carbine and checked the charge on its power pack before peaking out from around the corner of the crates she was behind. She saw the group of attackers beginning to fan out around the hangar, it looked like they were searching for survivors, and her eyes darted back to the shuttle momentarily where she saw a solitary figure calmly stride down the ramp and began surveying the carnage. From what Sera could see, she was a small redheaded woman dressed in dark robes. She was beautiful, but at the same time her visage filled Sera with dread. She ducked back behind the crates and tried to think of a way out of there. She knew protocol was to lock the doors behind you in such a situation, so she figured she could use the passage the soldiers had come from. However she knew one of the ladders led up to a causeway above the hangar and that there was a hatch on the causeway that led out of the hangar deck. She smiled as she began formulating a plan. If she could get to that hatch she could reach the hangar bay control room, she could activate emergency fire protocols venting all oxygen in the bay out into space.<br/><br/>Now Sera was quite a physically fit individual, she had to be to keep up with a demanding job, and just to take care of herself. She had been in more than a few fights so she was used to taking hits as well as giving them. However, she had never been graceful. Moving stealthily was not one of her talents either and her ham-fisted creeping left much to be desired. Sera cursed herself as her foot made contact with a canister of hydraulic oil, sending the metal canister tipping over and rolling against the rough metal surface of the floor, a noise that made Sera cringe as if a torpedo had just struck the deck. She heard a voice out in alarm and foot steps starting towards her location.<br/><br/>The deck chief darted into a small nook in the bulkhead that they normally put carts when not in use. She brought up the blaster carbine and kissed the barrel for luck, she smirked as she imagined the weapon protesting, a momentary distraction as she listened to the foot steps growing closer, and then she heard a loud thump followed by an exclamation of pain. Apparently one of the attackers slipped on that oil, in any other situation something that would be quite funny. From the nook she could see one of them standing there. He wasn’t wearing any uniform that she could tell, his clothing was civilian as was his blaster pistol, and he had a sword tucked in his belt oddly it looked as if it was military grade, with cortosis weaving if she wasn’t mistaken.<br/><br/>The man stood just outside the freshly created oil slick and sneered down at what Sera could only assume was the fallen man. Rather than help his fellow up he simply shook his head with a hateful expression on his face. Sera was literally backed into a corner with no place else to go since she had darted into the nook. She crouched down, and raised the carbine up and looked through the aim points of the weapon lining up a shot. She hoped they would dismiss the fallen can of oil and go away without looking further. Her hopes were crushed as the man turned his head towards the nook and took a few steps towards it.<br/><br/>The sound of a blaster shot seemed to echo through the area as a crimson bolt flew from the nook burning its way through the man’s head. Sera stood and darted out of the nook. As she bent over grabbing the fallen attacker’s sword she looked to her left and saw the fallen individual fumbling around in the oil slick reaching for his own weapon. Sera came around with her blaster and shot from the hip not even aiming for the man. Her shot struck deck floor coated in the hydraulic oil and sparked, igniting it. Flames shot up quickly consuming the spilled oil and engulfing the other man. His scream was like a klaxon echoing through the landing deck as he flailed madly trying to put himself out, only rolling into more oil and flame.<br/><br/>Sera took off running as fast as she could… if there was any doubt in the attackers’ minds that they were alone now, it had been jettisoned out an airlock. The ladder she was looking for was now in sight; on one side of it was wall, on the other a large stack of crates. As she drew near she caught a glimpse of something with a metal sheen moving out of the corner of her eye she turned quickly trying to bring her blaster up to fire at it when whatever it was buried itself part way into the barrel of the weapon, forcing it out of her hand. Sera blinked once as her eyes focused and she realized the carbine had taken a blade meant for her.<br/><br/>Sera quickly let go of the gun, her attacker’s eyes widened as he discovered the weapon still stuck to his blade. Rather than try and get it off he swung his weapon again, using his blade more as a club than sword. He was slowed down enough that Sera parried his ham-handed attack with the blade she picked up moments ago and countered with a strike of her own. With a sickening wet sound of metal cutting flesh Sera’s blade chopped into the man’s collar bone. He yelled out in pain something vaguely resembling Huttese and lost his grip on the blade, it clattered to the floor as Sera yanked hard on sword pulling it free from her attackers new wound. The man tried to turn now to flee but was stopped dead in his tracks, he tried to scream but the only thing that came out was a wet gurgle as blood trickled out the corner of his mouth. Sera had found the fastest way to a man’s heart, between the third and fourth rib.<br/><br/>Sera gripped the hilt tight and twisted the blade before pulling it out, using her foot to kick the man in the process. The sharp metal dripped crimson onto the gray deck floor. She turned her attention back to the ladder, she had one hand on it and was prepairing to start her assent when she heard loud footsteps against the metal floor from behind, she turned just in time to avoid a potentially fatal slash, instead she winced as the metal tore into her arm. Not deep enough to cripple her but blood flowed from the wound, soaking into her torn jump suit. She growled angrily and swung her own sword at her new attacker in rage, releasing a fury of blows.<br/><br/>Her attacker, this one a woman seemed in a frenzy of her own, as if the smell of blood drove her on like a primal animal. The two combatants’ swords clanged together again and again as each tried to gain the upper hand. Sera pressed her attack, her size and weight giving her the advantage as she started to wear down her opponent blow by blow. Then the battle took a rather explosive turn for the worse. Small grey and brown cylindrical object struck the bulkhead next to them, both Sera’s and the other woman’s eyes grew wide, it quickly dawned on them both the nature of the object.<br/><br/>The pair turned and started to dive for cover, but it was too late. The grenade was cooked, the explosion was deafening, it flung the two combatants like rag dolls with shrapnel tearing into their bodies. Sera landed on her back… bleeding profusely, burn marks covered her face and body where part of her suit had been burnt away. She could feel the shrapnel that lodged itself inside her; she tried to move desperately though her limbs would not comply. She could see her opponent from where she was laying, and saw that she was motionless, slumped against nearby crates, mostly on the floor; large chunks had been torn from the woman’s torso. Clearly she was dead, or would be soon.<br/><br/>Sera realized she would be soon too if she didn’t manage to get up or get help, she struggled once more to at least sit up, but she shrieked as pain rippled through her entire body, she looked down and saw the embedded fragments in her abdomen. Tears of pain and frustration fell from her eyes as another attacker emerged, smirking. He outstretched his arm and opened his hand dangling a pin from a grenade. Like the one that just went off. Sera wanted to tear his face off if she could. The overly pleased with himself man drew his own sword and held it high above his head preparing to strike. Sera closed her eyes, she could already feel life slipping from her as she bled profusely from her wounds, and likely internally as well.<br/><br/>She thought to herself, she did not want to die… not like this. The pain began to numb somewhat, likely from her body’s senses shutting down, she opened her eyes again, though her sight was dimming she clearly saw her executioner and was determined at least to look him in the eye as she died. Then came a stern, administrative voice, there were words but whether Sera could not make sense of them because she could not process them or if her hearing was going, she couldn’t tell. The man lowered his weapon, not to strike but as if the voice stayed his hand he looked most definitely displeased. Sera looked in the direction of the voice as the terrifyingly beautiful woman from the shuttle came into her view. She didn’t really notice before how short she was, but she new this woman was important somehow. The redheaded woman kneeled down and looked at Sera as if studying her. Then she seemed to smile briefly, and Sera’s world went black as unconsciousness took her.<br/>