Jeanette Perci d'Arivniy:  Female Human Scoundrel 5; Init +4 (+4 Dex); Defense +17 (+4 class, +3 Dex); Spd 6 m; VP/WP 30/11; Atk+7 ranged (3d8/20 or DC 18 stun, Blaster, heavy DL-44, range 8 m) or +1/+1/+1 ranged (3d8/20, Blaster, heavy DL-44 with Multifire and Rapid Shot, range 8 m) or +7 ranged (3d4/20 or DC 10 stun, Blaster, hold out, range 4 m) or +5/+5 ranged (3d4/20, Blaster, hold out with Rapid Shot, range 4 m); SQ Illicit barter, Lucky (1/day), Precise attack +1; SV Fort +1, Ref +8, Will +1; SZ M; Rep 1; Str 8, Dex 18, Con 11, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 12, Challenge Code C.<br/><br/>Skills: Computer Use+7, Craft (electronic devices)+7, Disable Device+14, Escape Artist+7, Forgery+7, Gamble+2, Gather Information+5, Hide+7, Knowledge (streetwise)+11, Listen+8, Move Silently+7, Pilot+15, Search+9, Sleight of Hand+7, Spot+6, Survival+2, Treat Injury+3.<br/><br/>Feats: Dodge, Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot, Skill Emphasis (Disable Device), Skill Emphasis (Pilot), Weapon Group Proficiency (blaster pistols), Weapon Group Proficiency (simple weapons).<br/><br/><br/>Thrillseeker and joyrider, she grew up given everything she could ever want by her rich parents, everything but attention and love.  She ran away from home at age 15, stealing her father's hovercar and racing it across the largest city on the planet at breakneck speeds, leading the peace officials on a merry chase before ditching it in a lower-class area of town, and since then lived on her own, stealing vehicles for joyrides then selling them to chop shops when she was done with them, until she got caught trying to steal Dominique's car, and Domi convinced her there was a better use for her talents in defying the BIG group of officials, with the other option being provided by several blasters aimed at her.  Jean couldn't fight the lure of bigger thrills, and jumped on board.<br/><br/>Height: 5'7"<br/>Weight: 136<br/>Eyes: Blue<br/>Hair: Black, straight, shoulder length with just a little inward curve at the tips, and bangs<br/>Other Stats:  34B-24-32<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>It was a fast one, the kinda car Daddy woulda bought me in a second if I asked.  Not that that was saying much, he'd have bought me anything to keep me happy.  Still, there was just something so much more fun about taking what I wanted.<br/><br/>She was hot, too, stepping out of the car, her jeans and plain tee shirt lending an air of the street tough...  I bet she was the type who had her hovercar modded for extra speed, even better.  Too bad I couldn't steal her and take her for a joyride, but I could see the blaster inside her jacket, and if she wasn't really forgiving, it would be risky.<br/><br/>*Hmmm, maybe I'll try later anyway.*<br/><br/>She stepped away from the car and into the building, and I checked the street, a few bystanders, but nobody looked especially interested.  I walked over to the hovercar like I owned it, nobody expects that, after all, and hopped in.  No keys, just a keypad, so I popped the cover off and started on the wiring.  It was a good one, took me two whole minutes to crack it.  But with a final twist of a wire and a quick press of the 5 button, it started right up.  I sat back up from the keypad with the cockiest grin ever, this was a sweet ride...  and stared into 3 blaster barrels.  Damn.<br/><br/>"Uh, hey, guys, nice night for a ride, huh?"  I felt the cold metal of at least 2 more behind me, no way outta this one but to talk fast.<br/><br/>"Hey, is this your hovercar?  I'm sorry, I must have been mistaken, I have the same model and I thought I parked here-"  There she was again, she must have seen me watching her earlier.  Funny, she didn't look too upset.<br/><br/>"You're pretty good.  What's your name?"<br/><br/>"Kari Navinsk.  Nice to meet you.  So, umm, can you have them put down the blasters?  I really don't want to know if any of you guys are twitchy."  She reached out with a little remote and shut down the car, and the guns were lowered.  I couldn't see them people holding them very well in the darkness, but she stood out.<br/><br/>"I'm Dominique.  And I need talent like yours.  Why don't you come inside so we can talk about my proposition?"<br/><br/>"Umm, well, actually I was just leaving.  I'm not really big on steady work."<br/><br/>"Oh, you seem to have misunderstood me.  There are no other options."  The people with the blasters seemed to agree, and I doubted my little peashooter blaster hidden in my boot would be sufficient against several well-armed, trained guards.  Part of me screamed to try anyway, but I shrugged and followed her.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>"So, here's the deal.  I'm offering you a position with the resistance.  We're fighting the Empire that's taken control of the whole star system, oppressing and controlling its people."<br/><br/>"Listen, sounds like a blast, really it does, but I have this problem with getting killed.  I don't know how to fight really, I just like to drive fast and hard."<br/><br/>"Well, as part of my team, fighting shouldn't be necessary for the most part, we mainly gather intelligence.  But a good driver could really be useful, either for escapes or distraction.  And you'd be sticking it to the Empire, too."<br/><br/>"Hmmm...  Let me think.  Drive fast, steal military vehicles, and be a super spy, or stare down those blasters your guards are holding at me, right?  Tough choice.  Sure, why not?  Sounds like fun anyway.  And if you pay me well enough, I might even stick around, instead of disappearing the moment I'm in an imperial vehicle.  Just tell your friends to put those things away, after all, you wouldn't wanna waste a new friend, right?"<br/><br/>"Sure thing.  Welcome to Eclipse Company."