Primlar Potamus
| Member Profile | |
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| Primlar Potamus | |
| Career Information | |
| Callsign | Prim |
| Full RS Name | Primlar Potamus |
| A.K.A. | Primlar |
| Rank | Colonel |
| Join | 2000 |
| Current Status | Active |
| Current Station | Knight Spire Garrison, Salsasia IVb |
| Other Current Positions |
Vanguard update |
| Past Positions of note |
Commando Division Executive Officer, ??? 2005 - ??? 2006 |
| Personal Information (fictional) | |
| Homeworld | Coruscant |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 35 |
| Personal Information (Real Life) | |
| Gender | Male |
| Location | British Columbia, Canada |
| Age | 35 |
Introduction
COL Primlar is currently in Battler's Platoon, number 10. You can find him on xfire, but has also been known to pop up on MSN or Yahoo messenger occasionally. On only extreme rare occasions can he be found on IRC, but he'll pop into the B&G when you least expect him.
Active RS Gaming
- X-Wing (PBF)
- Battlefront (RF, CD)
- Battlefront II (RF, CD)
- Republic Commando (RF, CD)
Fiction Autobiography
I was born and raised on Coruscant. My mom worked in a droid factory all her life, which was where she met my dad. He was a trader who dealt in astromech droids, doing a regular route between Coruscant and Malastare. When I was old enough, I would go with him. He taught me how to fly his Correlian YT-1300 when I was eight. I couldn't get enough of flying, I loved it so much. I begged dad to let me try podracing, like we saw on Malastare, but he said it was too dangerous. Besides, he couldn't afford to buy a podracer anyway. It's just as well. Sometimes I can be pretty reckless. I like to take chances and push my craft to the limits of its abilities. So far I've been lucky. My dad used to say, "Luck and talent are like a Jedi and his lightsaber. Either on it's own is formiddable, but together they are more than you bargain for." When I was fifteen, I made a decision to join the rebellion. My father and I had left Malastare where we picked up a shipment of spare R2 parts from a junk dealer in the Gran city. We were almost home when we were stopped by Imperial forces. Just another routine inspection, I thought. Suddenly, the Stormtroopers began shouting, and two of them grabbed my father. The other trooper approached us with something in his hand. "Praddus, I did not think you were a smuggler. Either you are very clever to have eluded notice for so long, or very lucky," he said. "What do you mean?" dad asked. I could see in his eyes that he had no idea what they may have found. "I'm an honest trader, I would never try to smuggle anything!" The Stormtrooper held out his hand, palm up, and held out a small computer chip. At first glance it looked like a mod chip from an R2, but a closer look revealed that it was something else. My father's eyes grew large, and he began to scream as they took him away. "NOOOOO!" he wailed. "I don't know where that came from! I don't deal in Tracers! I've been set up!" I began to run after him, but the other Stormtrooper put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Let me go! Dad! Bring him back! He's done nothing wrong! DAD! DAAAAAD!" I tried to twist free, but his hand held fast. I began to kick and punch at the white armoured villain. Within two years of my father's arrest, I had found the Rebellion and my life's mission: Destroy the Empire.
In the two years following Praddus’ capture, I learned a lot of things. I set out to prove his innocence, and I would not be stopped.
Luckily, the Imperials had allowed me to retain possession of my father’s ship, having found enough evidence to take him into custody. I immediately retraced our steps across the galaxy, back to Malatsare and Gran City. There I met with Beenup, the junk dealer who had sold us the R2 parts. He told me that he hadn’t inspected the shipment; he had purchased it from a Rodian smuggler as part of an illegal arms deal. With Beenup’s help, (“Praddus was a dear friend, the least I can do is help his son however I may.â€) I was finally able to contact the Rodian called Neebu. He denied there was anything amiss, but after twisting his green arm, we finally got the truth. Prior to Neebu’s arrival at Beenup’s junkyard, the smuggler had been trapped by an Imperial Interdictor, which had created a gravity well along the hyperspace channel Neebu traveled; it forced him back to realspace. He was boarded, and told to make his delivery as planned. Neebu swore he had no idea what they had done; he was just relieved that they had let him go.
I was certain that it had been an Imperial setup, but I wasn’t sure why they would have done that to my father. I returned to Coruscant to speak with my mother. She explained that, as with the Force, in all things there must be balance. My father had been taken away, but she had received a promotion at the factory, something she had been trying to get for years. Once the news of father’s arrest reached Imperial City, mother was devastated. The balance came in the form of Admiral Varis Ban Malik, the man who for years was my father’s best customer, and a close friend of the family. Mother thought he was trying him implicitly, but he was an officer of the Empire. I didn’t trust him. I found what information I could about the man and his career. He was a model citizen, never married, and dedicated to his career. He was a decorated officer, having served aboard the Immobilizer 418 cruiser Aggregator.
The Admiral was showing a great interest in my mother’s career, but I found the relationship went deeper. I found them in a carnal embrace, and mother tearfully admitted to have helped plan my father’s arrest. I was horrified. Not only was my faith in my mother ruined, but for the Empire as well. The Admiral was still pulling on his pants when the energy blast took off his head. My last memory of my mother is her endless silent scream. I fled to the hanger bay, but decided to avoid the YT-1300 that was once my father’s pride and joy. Instead, I jumped in a nearby A-Wing and hit the first hyperspace buoy out of the system. It took only a short time to find the rebellion after that.
