<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kader Andromias</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Description</span><br/>Career: Ace<br/>Species: Human<br/>Duty: Air Superiority<br/>Motivation: Charge at fear and outrun death<br/>Specialisation: Hotshot<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Characteristics</span><br/>Brawn - 2<br/>Agility - 4<br/>Intellect - 2<br/>Cunning - 2<br/>Willpower - 2<br/>Presence - 3<br/>The Force - 2<br/> <br/><span class="bbc_u">Skills</span><br/>Cool 2<br/>Piloting (Space) 2<br/>Perception 1<br/>Range (Light) 1<br/>Stealth 1<br/>Charm 1<br/>Deception 1<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Talents</span><br/>Hotshot: Skilled Jockey level 1 (Remove one setback dice per rank to all piloting checks)<br/>Hotshot: High G Training level 1 (Transfer one point of system strain per rank to person strain.)<br/>Hotshot: Grit level 1 (Gain +1 Strain Threshold.)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Equipment</span><br/>G-suit (2000)<br/>Vacuum sealed (1000)<br/>Scanner Goggles (150)<br/>Commlink (25)<br/>Blaster pistol (400)<br/>Frag grenade x2 (100)<br/>Stimpack x2 (50)<br/>Utility belt (25)<br/>250 Credits</div></div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">| - Wounds - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - Strain - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - Vehicle - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - Hull Trauma - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - System Strain - |</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>0/12</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>0/13</strong></div></td><td><div align="center">On foot</div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>0/0</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>0/0</strong></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/>There was nothing about what she said that seemed jokey or anything other than entirely serious and practical, but Kader still had to smirk at the subtle, inherent irony.<br/><br/>"So this is how we socialise in the Alliance?" He chuckled. "<em>Come join me for a drink. Thanks! Tell me a bit about yourself. Nope, not even my name. Professional distance.</em>"<br/><br/>He took another drink and shook his head with bemusement. "Hardly seems fair seeing as people around here seem to know everything about me from my name to my inside leg measurement. But I'll take your word for it. But seeing as we've been through so much together already, I promise you I'd only turn you in to the Empire under the direst of circumstances. I mean, they'd have to threaten me with something<em>really</em>nasty, like eating boma spawn or kissing a Hutt."<br/><br/>He leaned back and studied her for as few moments, trying to think of something to ask that she might actually be allowed to answer.<br/><br/>"So who are the people to know on this ship?" He settled on eventually. "Harkon seems agreeable enough. In fact he offered me a drink<em>and</em>told me his name, so in that sense he's already one up on<em>you</em>. It's a close call. I'd need to see you<em>both</em>with a moustache before I could decide."