<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>The <em>Peregrine</em></strong> Class: Trasport; Size: S (30m); Crew: 1 (up to 4); Passengers: 4; Cargo: 75 tons; Consumables: 2 months; Hyperdrive: x1 (x10 backup); Max Speed: Attack; Defense: 21; Shield: 30; Hull: 120; DR: 10<br/><br/>Weapon: Laser Cannon Fire Arc: Forward; Attack bonus +5 (+1 size, +4 fire control); Damage 4d10x2; Range Modifiers PB +0, S +0, M/L n/a<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Nova_character.jpg)</div><br/>'Nova,' she prefers to avoid any other name these days, was born on an unremarkable backwater world not long after the Empire came to power.  She lived a simple life, mostly focused on agricultural and only learned to use a gun to ward off the rather large and nasty predators that liked to prey on their livestock.  <br/><br/>She was seventeen when a local businessman, with the backing of a local Imperial Official, attempted to take her family's land.  The situation rapidly deteriorated, and when the smoked cleared, only Nova and the businessman were left standing.  He was wounded, his leg blown clear off by the blaster in Nova's hand.  The Imperial Official was dead.  <br/><br/>With no other choice, Nova fled.  She managed to strike a deal with a smuggler to get off world, selling almost every possession she had.  She wandered for two years, working whatever odd job she could, until an, interested, employer got in contact with her.  Unfortunately, he knew about her past.<br/><br/>Real Name: Calista Polzin<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">STR: 13 (+1)<br/>DEX: 16 (+3)<br/>CON: 12 (+1)<br/>INT: 14 (+2)<br/>WIS:  9 (-1)<br/>CHA: 15 (+2)<br/><br/>Species: Human<br/>Class: Soldier<br/><br/>HP: 38<br/>FP: 6<br/>BAB: +3<br/><br/>Reflex: +1<br/>Fort: +2<br/>Will: +0<br/><br/><br/>Skills: 6<br/>Endurance<br/>Initiative<br/>Mechanics<br/>Perception<br/>Pilot<br/>Use Computer<br/><br/>Feats:<br/>Armour Proficiency (Light, Medium)<br/>Weapon Proficiency (Pistols, Rifles, Simple Weapons)<br/>Point Blank Shot<br/>Far Shot<br/>Quick Draw<br/>Precise Shot<br/><br/>Talents:<br/>Armoured Defence<br/>Armour Mastery<br/><br/>Credits: 205<br/><br/>Equipment:<br/>Vibrodagger<br/>Heavy Blaster Pistol<br/>Battle Armour<br/>Energy Cell x2<br/>Power Recharger<br/>Power Pack x2<br/>Hip Holster<br/>Concealed Holster<br/>Credit Chip</tt></div></div><br/>Nova had ignored Jourla, as she always did.  The guy was a slime ball, but he was also the boss' pet.  She couldn't afford to piss either of them off, not with a life sentence hanging over her head.<br/><br/>The money she had been paid was a paltry amount, most of it had gone towards her debt, and most of that had just gone to cover the interest.  The rest always seemed to go to repairs of her equipment and ship, half the time she couldn't even afford a stiff drink in a cantina.<br/><br/>She was getting impatient as she sat in the cockpit of her ship.  Every minute on the ground was money out of her pocket, and money she wasn't earning.  She needed a job if she was ever going to break free of Grel's greasy paws.  Finally, unable to wait any longer, she flipped on the holocom.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you have another job yet?"</strong>She demanded of Jourla.<strong> "Or should I go find my own."</strong>