Gav Lucky

Biographical Information
Full Name:	Uglogavste Lukiil
Aliases:	Gav Lucky Dogbone
Homeworld:	Gentes
Born:	Year -4 Day 143
Physical Description
Race:	Ugnaught
Gender:	Male
Height:	142 cm
Colouring:	Porcelain
Hair Colour:	Brunette
Eye Colour:	Brown
Trade Federation Service
Status:	Active Duty
Ministry:	Interior
Department:	Operations - Savage Squirrels
Position:	Cadet First Class

Background

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.

Career Timeline

Cadet

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.

Cadet First Class - The Savage Squirrels

First Asteroid Field Prospecting Mission

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 winning 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.

First Holotech Assignment

That performance did not go unnoticed. Interior Minister Dred Oodoov, impressed by both the ingenuity and the discipline behind the operation, personally put in a recommendation to Kaire Nat-Sa, the Defense Minister and Main Administrator of the Department of Holotech. Soon after, Gav received a formal communication from Holotech headquarters.

Known as the Federation’s hidden engine for innovation, Holotech specialized in turning individual talent into institutional capability. Gav began working under Kaire’s direction outside of Operations work on the Trade Federation Management System. Because of his interest in asteroid field prospecting tactics at the time, his first development task he was assigned was to integrate a prototype asteroid field deposit tracking system into the main Management System, which at the time was operating separately. It would be the first Holotech assignment of many.

First Library Card

Working in Holotech meant many trips to the Federation Library, looking up protocols and technical blueprints. Because he spent so much time there, on Y26 D233 he volunteered as an archivist. Not only did he fall in love with library science and circulation, but it allowed him access to many of the more restricted sections of the archives. Not long after, State Minister Thion Rawthland, who was also essentially acting as interim Chief Archivist, stepped down from his post and relinquished all State and Library duties.

The Library grew even quieter in Thion Rawthland’s absence. One evening, Gav found himself alone among the shelves, methodically replacing holobooks, the soft hum of the preservation systems his only company. In that stillness, the Library began to feel less like a workplace and more like a sanctuary. Feeling a flicker of mischief with no one watching, he wandered into the Chief Archivist’s chambers. Minister Rawthland had spent little time there, preferring his office at the Ministry of State, and the room bore the signs, with dust gathering on the desk, stale air, and shelves untouched for weeks.

Drawers yielded little of interest until he found it: an unmarked access key. Curiosity piqued, Gav experimented, discovering that the key granted him the ability to withdraw blank holobooks from restricted storage and, more importantly, to author new entries within the Library’s secure archive. It was an archivist’s dream and an invitation to shape history.

He knew exactly where to begin. Drawing on months of late-night reading and note-taking, he began work on a serialized chronicle he had long imagined: This Month in Trade Federation History. With unrestricted access to the Federation’s historical records, he could weave together recovered archives, oral histories, and rediscovered GNS clippings into a living narrative of the Federation’s evolution. On Y26 D233, he released the first issue, This Month in Trade Federation History – Year 26 • Month 8, to wide acclaim among those who cared for the Federation’s legacy.

The project lit a fire. Gav started expanding other holobooks, merging details from cross-referenced sources and building comprehensive indexes. His work quickly caught the attention of senior officials, and before long, he was entrusted with the responsibilities of Interim Chief Archivist. In this capacity, he authored the Library Charter, codifying the institution’s purpose and scope; documented the Modus Operandi for the Continuity Restoration and Standardization Initiative; and designed the Federation’s official Chain of Command diagram.

He also transformed an unused section of the Library into a permanent Art Museum exhibit, curating a collection of recovered Federation visual history. This moved Captain Hartroff Parmenion and so he dug up his old findings from his Archeological Investigations in Federation History project, featuring former logos of past Operations Flight Teams. To Gav, this was preservation as strategy. Heritage and identity, he knew, were themselves forms of power, and a well-tended history could be as potent a weapon as any fleet.

First Slabbing Mission

A Blue Milk Run

It was Year 25 Day 248. Gav was looking through his standard issue flight team datapad searching for his next mission when he saw an announcement about an economic development happening on Kuna`s Tail VII. For flight team members like himself, this meant a plethora of "slabbing" missions had been posted. What would happen is a TF service member would be assigned as the leader of a "slabbing squad"--a ragtag group of mercenary riflemen--and their mandate was to "clear" each planned city site of all hostile life forms. This ranged from groups of bandits to flocks of creatures. Anything that would interfere with production that was not authorized by the Federation was to be removed by force. It was essentially a glorified pest control operation. There were rumors that many bandit groups of Diathim, Fosh, and Toydarian descent had been spotted, along with colossal sized streaked velkers and purrgils. Needless to say, it was not a mission for the faint of heart, but Gav was up to the task in hopes of rounding out his work experience. Corresponding with Alories Tanus, a fellow service member he had met in his travels, about the potential dangers, Tanus replied to his holomessage:

It's pretty easy! You won't die haha. Just watch your medical supplies, inspect your riflemen make sure they are equipped with their standard issue A280, and keep at a distance of 7-8 clicks. Why don't you work on latitude 16? Start at longitude 19 and meet Captain Parmenion in the middle. I've mostly cleared that site already so it'll be a good way to ease into it.

Mostly cleared... see a familiar face... Alories made it sound like a blue milk run. So he signed up for the mission and set his NavComp to Kuna`s Tail VII. It took him five days in hyperspace to get there, which he spent leisurely tinkering on holotech projects and scribbling in his holobooks.

A Rag-Tag Bunch

On Day 255, he exited hyperspace and arrived in orbit of Kuna`s Tail VII. He was to report to the Lucrehulk Battleship Basilisk to rendezvous with his slabbing squad. But the first thing he had to do was find a jetpack. He was told by his Lt. Commander Gisa that there should be extras at the entrance of the ship, but there was not. He ended up walking almost the entire ship until finally he found an armoury that had an extra. The whole side mission made him quite late to the briefing...

He approached the lineup and introduced himself:

Greetings! Apologies for the tardiness... My name is Cadet First Class Uglogavste Lukiil. You can call me Gav. I will be leading the slabbing mission for the coming days...

As he briefed the squad, he noticed mixed reactions. Amseth Onasi, a Hapan in some sort of uniform, listened respectfully. A pair of Gamorreans grumbled to each other, judging their leader and compatriots of varying statues, all dwarfed in comparison to their own:

At least he Porcine, but barely clears 100cm, I heard first slab mission, take orders with grain of spice... and why are Ewok and Aleena here? They can barely lift rifle...

The Ewok simply stood and tilted his head occasionally as Gav spoke, while said Aleena looked like someone who was trying to convince themselves they were ready for something they were not.

Gav walked down the line and inspected each member of the squad, making sure each had a rifle and a jetpack. Unfortunately, one of the members did not have a jetpack. He had no confidence that there were any extra jetpacks on the ship, so he said one would have to sit out and maybe if there's a supply run they could run over to Endor.

11 instead of 12, no biggie, he thought. Plenty of medical supplies, one can stay inside the ship in case we need to make a run for it. It'll be fine...

He had a slight feeling in his gut that things were not going as well as he hope, even an even slighter feeling that something was wrong, but he buried it as best he could. Too late now, he said under his breathe. Too late now.

The First Encounter

The crew loaded onto Gav's ATR-6 gunboat and began their descent to 19-16. From the atmosphere the site looked acquiescent; not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Soon they arrived on the "surface", which, being that Kuna`s Tail VII was a gas planet, simply meant an altitude that was ideal for building a floating city; close enough to the gas to mine it without suffocating. Gav had spoken to some old Academy friends on best strategies. Hug the perimeter so you don't get ambushed- Move a couple clicks and then go outside and scan with your macrobinoculars- I bounce between the four corners- you should only need to go between two positions... Needless to say, he would have to see what worked best for him. Hopefully his squad wouldn't notice that he had no idea what he was doing...

He decided to try the outskirts idea. He started in a corner of the site and started going around the outside. He would move a couple clicks, very cautiously, and get out to check with his macrobinoculars. After a while, his squad started getting restless, which he took as a sign that it was normal to move a bit quicker. So he moved about 6 or 7 clicks and got out of the ATR.

There it was. Hovering with his jetpack, he saw it with his very own eyes: a bloodied, half shot-to-death streaked velker. It massive, but it was injured badly, presumably the blue milk run Alories left him. Thank You Alories! He thought confidently. He popped his head back inside the ATR and said, Alright crew, pile out!

They began to open fire on the poor velker, its screeches terrifying yet muffled by several clicks of gas, but he knew it was for the greater good. He looked upon his crew and felt a sense of pride seeing them in formation hovering in the air, rifles pointed in the same direction, except... Wait a minute, the thought to himself as he noticed a gap in the line of rifles. There hovered the Aleena, Alsten Endel, without rifle! Just kind of flailing his arms around to make it look like he was doing something, fooling around with his equipment, as if he wouldn't be noticed!

Gav: Alsten what is the Viceroy's name are you doing?! Where is your standard issue?!

Alsten: Sir! I was worried about putting my jetpack *gunfire* correctly and *screeching* sure it--

Gav: Enough! I can't hear a kriffing thing you're saying! Just stand back and--

Alsten: What sir? What did you say?

Gav flew over to him and pulled him behind the firing line before grabbing him by the pack straps and yanking him up close face to face.

Gav: STAY. PUT.

Eventually the screeching died down and the velker slowly fell out of the air into the gassy abyss. Turns out Alsten had lost his gun on the Basilisk, or someone took it thinking it was their issue, who knows. Thankfully, Gav had an extra emergency A280 in the cockpit.

Gav: This is my only extra A280. Use the strap, do NOT drop it or I will drop YOU off on this surface without propulsion! You got that?

Alsten: *gulp* Yes sir!

Service Record

Dates	Rank	Directorate	Assignment	Work Experience
Y26 D233 - Present			Library Archivist	Published the series This Month in Trade Federation History Envisioned and authored the Library Charter Spearheaded the Chain of Command Project Launched the Continuity Restoration and Standardization Initiative Launched the Library Art Museum
Y26 D207 - Present			Developer	Integrate existing Asteroid Field Prospecting Tool into TFMS, incorporating database driven persistence and existing permissions system
Y26 D205 - Present			Savage Squirrels Cadet First Class	Prospect asteroid field with 13 revealed/11 unrevealed in 9 days averaging 5-6 scans a day for a total of 48 scans Transported x3 MC-30b to new system w/ G-1A taxi (WIP) Slabbed a row of Kuna`s Tail VII in X days
Y26 D205			Basic Training Cadet	Passed the Basic Training Standard Exam Took the Trade Federation Oath