<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/><em>More action in one month than in eight years.</em>That was a lofty promise, but there was something about Harkon's demeanor that made Kader believe him. And there was certainly no arguing about the tenacity of rebel pilots. Kader had seen it for himself. He felt his perceptions being challenged. He'd assumed this was a group that was doomed and deluded about their odds, but Horkan painted a picture of a force that knew very well their odds, and embraced them anyway.<br/><br/>He nodded slowly, watching as the alternative began to recede into the background of his consideration. Could he really do it? Sit on a backwater planet, forever watching the skies and checking over his shoulder to see if the Empire had caught up with him? Or wait until they had control of the entire galaxy and there was nowhere left for him to hide?<br/><br/>The words of his childhood came back to him:<em>"I’d rather disappear forever than sit at the window being kept awake by fear."</em><br/><br/>"Alright." Kader said eventually running his fingers through his hair as he struggled - for the second time that day - to comprehend the words coming out of his own mouth. "I'm in. I'm not gonna insult your intelligence by pretending I've suddenly been inspired by the rebel cause, but if you're offering to put me back in a starfighter then that makes you the best option on the table."