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On Bespin, he found refuge in the union workshops and data cores, refining not just his mechanical skill but a deep mastery of systems: computer networks, logistics algorithms, capital ship protocols. By day he was a quiet laborer; by night, a silent student of power, watching how the flow of credits and contracts shaped destinies far more decisively than any hydrospanner. | On Bespin, he found refuge in the union workshops and data cores, refining not just his mechanical skill but a deep mastery of systems: computer networks, logistics algorithms, capital ship protocols. By day he was a quiet laborer; by night, a silent student of power, watching how the flow of credits and contracts shaped destinies far more decisively than any hydrospanner. | ||
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His true name, Uglogavste Lukiil, was a tangle to most tongues. Smirking at the galaxy’s discomfort, he offered a simpler handle: "You may call me Gav Luck." It was meant as a quick, memorable alias, something that sounded like "Give Luck" and carried a hint of charm and fortune. But in the cantinas of Bespin, the name began to evolve. Gav spent long evenings hunched over holochess boards and pazaak tables, usually walking away with his credits intact or only slightly lighter. Then, one night, he hit a small jackpot on the slots, the kind of rare win that cantina patrons remembered for years. From then on, the regulars started calling him "Gav Lucky" as a teasing nod to that single windfall and a name that, to his mild annoyance, stuck harder than the original. Yet beneath that easy nickname and easy grin lay a mind haunted by the fate of powerless workers, scarred by watching entire communities collapse under the weight of financial neglect. For Gav Lucky, money was not mere currency; it was armor, weapon, and salvation. | |||
In every deal, every convoy manifest, every whispered negotiation, | ==Trade Federation== | ||
===Joining Up=== | |||
His path to the Federation began in the most unassuming of ways. He was standing in a dingy spaceport terminal, waiting for a delayed transport, when a Holonet recruitment broadcast flickered to life above the crowd. The advertisement was crisp, authoritative, and emblazoned with the seal of the Trade Federation Department of Admissions. Front and center stood [[Samantha Dordoli]], delivering a precise and confident appeal to those seeking opportunity, structure, and purpose. In her words, Gav heard not just an invitation, but a promise: that order and ambition could be harnessed to lift those who were willing to work for it. By the time his transport arrived, he had already filled out the enlistment forms. | |||
Driven by a relentless need to rewrite his people’s story and that of his own, he set his sights on the Trade Federation: a colossus of order, profit, and prestige. With each promotion and each credit earned, Gav Lucky would step further away from the darkness of Gentes and deeper into the halls of influence, where he would secure not just personal wealth but a fortress of resources strong enough to protect any who still bear the scars of servitude. | |||
In every deal, every convoy manifest, every whispered negotiation, echoed his core philosophy: power is the ultimate currency, and luck favors those who build it themselves. | |||
===The Academy=== | |||
Cadet life was a shock both in its rigor and in its order. Assigned to a small cohort of recruits from across the galaxy, Gav quickly learned that the Academy was more than drills and data entry. It was a crucible for loyalty, skill, and adaptability. His knack for pattern recognition and logistical problem-solving made him an asset in training simulations, where he could predict enemy maneuvers and optimize fleet positioning with uncanny accuracy. | |||
He passed the Basic Training Standard Exam and on Y26 D205, Gav stood before the Federation banner, right hand raised, and swore the Trade Federation Oath. For the first time, the weight of service felt heavier than the weight of survival. | |||
===The Savage Squirrels=== | |||
Assigned to the [[Department of Operations]] under the [[Ministry of the Interior]], Gav found himself in the ranks of the Savage Squirrels Flight Team, a unit as eccentric as it was effective. Under [[Interior Minister]] [[Dred Oodoov]] and Operations Director [[Dak Ironfist]], the team’s operations ranged from precision transport runs to asteroid field prospecting. Day-to-day orders came from [[Chain of Command|Lt. Commander]] [[Heuk Gisa]], whose terse directives left no room for hesitation. | |||
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In those days, Gav started to make a name for himself with his sustained, methodical work. His first deployment was to an asteroid field outside of [[Ktil]] where he was tasked with reprospecting it. Using a standard issue GPS, he was able to pull Federation mining data and see that 13 previous uncovered deposits were still active with varying stability. The scanner also detected 11 undiscovered deposits. It was rough in the beginning as he tried to get his bearings. From speaking to instructors at the Academy, asteroid field prospecting was more of an art than a science. After the first couple days, he thought that there had to be a better way. During sleeping hours, he would stay up in the bunk of his [[Y-8]] mining vessel and run thought experiments on his datapad. He programmed a game that would generate random asteroid fields and place random deposits. He would play this game all night trying different strategies and also updating an AI assistant to predict the next best possible asteroid to scan. After a couple nights, he started to see patterns and develop what he thought was a good strategy. On the third day, he had played the game hundreds of times and essentially developed many years of prospecting experience in simulation. He ended up finishing the mission in nine days. | |||
==Service Record== | ==Service Record== | ||
Revision as of 21:40, 13 August 2025
| Full Name: | Uglogavste Lukiil |
| Aliases: | Gav Lucky Dogbone |
| Homeworld: | Gentes |
| Born: | Year -4 Day 143 |
| Race: | Ugnaught |
| Gender: | Male |
| Height: | 142 cm |
| Colouring: | Porcelain |
| Hair Colour: | Brunette |
| Eye Colour: | Brown |
| Status: | Active Duty |
| Ministry: | |
| Department: | |
| Position: | |
Biography
Born beneath the heavy, sulfurous skies of Gentes, Uglogavste Lukiil came into the galaxy with a mind tuned for machinery and a soul already weighed by the oppression of his people. Like so many Ugnaughts before him, he escaped the drudgery of servitude, drifting to Bespin where the towering halls of Ugnorgrad hummed with welding arcs and the quiet desperation of survival.
On Bespin, he found refuge in the union workshops and data cores, refining not just his mechanical skill but a deep mastery of systems: computer networks, logistics algorithms, capital ship protocols. By day he was a quiet laborer; by night, a silent student of power, watching how the flow of credits and contracts shaped destinies far more decisively than any hydrospanner.
His true name, Uglogavste Lukiil, was a tangle to most tongues. Smirking at the galaxy’s discomfort, he offered a simpler handle: "You may call me Gav Luck." It was meant as a quick, memorable alias, something that sounded like "Give Luck" and carried a hint of charm and fortune. But in the cantinas of Bespin, the name began to evolve. Gav spent long evenings hunched over holochess boards and pazaak tables, usually walking away with his credits intact or only slightly lighter. Then, one night, he hit a small jackpot on the slots, the kind of rare win that cantina patrons remembered for years. From then on, the regulars started calling him "Gav Lucky" as a teasing nod to that single windfall and a name that, to his mild annoyance, stuck harder than the original. Yet beneath that easy nickname and easy grin lay a mind haunted by the fate of powerless workers, scarred by watching entire communities collapse under the weight of financial neglect. For Gav Lucky, money was not mere currency; it was armor, weapon, and salvation.
Trade Federation
Joining Up
His path to the Federation began in the most unassuming of ways. He was standing in a dingy spaceport terminal, waiting for a delayed transport, when a Holonet recruitment broadcast flickered to life above the crowd. The advertisement was crisp, authoritative, and emblazoned with the seal of the Trade Federation Department of Admissions. Front and center stood Samantha Dordoli, delivering a precise and confident appeal to those seeking opportunity, structure, and purpose. In her words, Gav heard not just an invitation, but a promise: that order and ambition could be harnessed to lift those who were willing to work for it. By the time his transport arrived, he had already filled out the enlistment forms.
Driven by a relentless need to rewrite his people’s story and that of his own, he set his sights on the Trade Federation: a colossus of order, profit, and prestige. With each promotion and each credit earned, Gav Lucky would step further away from the darkness of Gentes and deeper into the halls of influence, where he would secure not just personal wealth but a fortress of resources strong enough to protect any who still bear the scars of servitude.
In every deal, every convoy manifest, every whispered negotiation, echoed his core philosophy: power is the ultimate currency, and luck favors those who build it themselves.
The Academy
Cadet life was a shock both in its rigor and in its order. Assigned to a small cohort of recruits from across the galaxy, Gav quickly learned that the Academy was more than drills and data entry. It was a crucible for loyalty, skill, and adaptability. His knack for pattern recognition and logistical problem-solving made him an asset in training simulations, where he could predict enemy maneuvers and optimize fleet positioning with uncanny accuracy.
He passed the Basic Training Standard Exam and on Y26 D205, Gav stood before the Federation banner, right hand raised, and swore the Trade Federation Oath. For the first time, the weight of service felt heavier than the weight of survival.
The Savage Squirrels
Assigned to the Department of Operations under the Ministry of the Interior, Gav found himself in the ranks of the Savage Squirrels Flight Team, a unit as eccentric as it was effective. Under Interior Minister Dred Oodoov and Operations Director Dak Ironfist, the team’s operations ranged from precision transport runs to asteroid field prospecting. Day-to-day orders came from Lt. Commander Heuk Gisa, whose terse directives left no room for hesitation.
In those days, Gav started to make a name for himself with his sustained, methodical work. His first deployment was to an asteroid field outside of Ktil where he was tasked with reprospecting it. Using a standard issue GPS, he was able to pull Federation mining data and see that 13 previous uncovered deposits were still active with varying stability. The scanner also detected 11 undiscovered deposits. It was rough in the beginning as he tried to get his bearings. From speaking to instructors at the Academy, asteroid field prospecting was more of an art than a science. After the first couple days, he thought that there had to be a better way. During sleeping hours, he would stay up in the bunk of his Y-8 mining vessel and run thought experiments on his datapad. He programmed a game that would generate random asteroid fields and place random deposits. He would play this game all night trying different strategies and also updating an AI assistant to predict the next best possible asteroid to scan. After a couple nights, he started to see patterns and develop what he thought was a good strategy. On the third day, he had played the game hundreds of times and essentially developed many years of prospecting experience in simulation. He ended up finishing the mission in nine days.
Service Record
| Dates | Rank | Directorate | Assignment | Work Experience |
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| Y26 D233 - Present |
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| Y26 D207 - Present |
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| Y26 D205 - Present | Cadet First Class |
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| Y26 D205 | Cadet |
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