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{{CharacterBox | ImageHref=Av_kurner.jpg | Name=Kurner Dahtar | Homeworld=Bothawui | DateOfBirth=Year -25 Day 3 | Species=Bothan | Gender=Male | Height=165cm | HairColour=Brown | EyeColour=Blue | Affiliation=[[The Order of Kampar]], <br />[[Confederacy of Independant Systems]] }} | {{CharacterBox | ImageHref=Av_kurner.jpg | Name=Kurner Dahtar | Homeworld=Bothawui | DateOfBirth=Year -25 Day 3 | Species=Bothan | Gender=Male | Height=165cm | HairColour=Brown | EyeColour=Blue | Affiliation=[[The Order of Kampar]], <br />[[Confederacy of Independant Systems]] }} | ||
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| + | Kurner Dahtar may not be the most influential in the world of galactic business - especially now, with the decision to lead a life of faith and religious solitude - yet there's no denying that he has been instrumental in of several key industries. Valued for his experience, skills, and friendly attitude, Kurner continues to contribute wherever he can. Placing value in friends over wealth, he may have involuntarily decided his fate as a hyper-successful businessman. He does not regret this, however. | ||
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| + | ==At Home With A Rifle== | ||
| + | ===The Debut=== | ||
| + | On the day of Kurner's graduation from Bothawui National Institute, his father pulled him aside. "My Son," he said, "You have spent many long years in school, fulfilling my wishes for you. Today is the day you start your long and successful career. Today your family presents you with the capital necessary to make your debut in galactic business." His father smiled and squeezed his shoulder. "Now go, enjoy this day with your friends." | ||
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| + | Kurner, stunned from his family's generosity, moved slowly back toward a group of his classmates without saying a word. His father stood behind him, still smiling, holding his mother's hand. | ||
| + | "Your own company, huh?" Fri - one of Kurner's classmates - said, as Kurner approached. | ||
| + | "How did you know?" Kurner replied, puzzled. The noisy celebrations made it hard for even him to hear his own father's words. "Oh, right. The lip reading. I guess that class finally came in handy, huh?" | ||
| + | "So, any ideas on what to do with the credits?" Another friend asked excitedly. | ||
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| + | Kurner thought back to his grandfather's old AMX-50 that hung above the mantle at his home. The weapon was one of the original production runs, before they had switched the wooden stock to an all metal version. Kurner remembered the many trips to the shooting range. "You can't hit a thing! Here, try this - you'll be guaranteed to hit the target!" His grandfather had teased, while handing him the old AMX. | ||
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| + | "You know. With what's happening in galactic government, I think the galaxy might need just one more weapons manufacturer." | ||
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| + | ===Painful Discoveries=== | ||
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| + | ==Executive To Dirt Hauler.. To Executive== | ||
| + | ===Promotion=== | ||
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| + | ===After Promotion=== | ||
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| + | ==From Hope, To Disaster== | ||
| + | ===The Deal with CSA=== | ||
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| + | ===Losing Everything=== | ||
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| + | ==The Same Old Calling== | ||
| + | ===New Beginnings with Dev=== | ||
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| + | ===Success, At A Cost=== | ||
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| + | ==Revelations== | ||
| + | ===Guided Discoveries=== | ||
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| + | ===Home Again, At Last=== | ||
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| + | ==Dack & Kurner's Excellent Adventures== | ||
Revision as of 18:31, 21 April 2007
Kurner Dahtar may not be the most influential in the world of galactic business - especially now, with the decision to lead a life of faith and religious solitude - yet there's no denying that he has been instrumental in of several key industries. Valued for his experience, skills, and friendly attitude, Kurner continues to contribute wherever he can. Placing value in friends over wealth, he may have involuntarily decided his fate as a hyper-successful businessman. He does not regret this, however.
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At Home With A Rifle
The Debut
On the day of Kurner's graduation from Bothawui National Institute, his father pulled him aside. "My Son," he said, "You have spent many long years in school, fulfilling my wishes for you. Today is the day you start your long and successful career. Today your family presents you with the capital necessary to make your debut in galactic business." His father smiled and squeezed his shoulder. "Now go, enjoy this day with your friends."
Kurner, stunned from his family's generosity, moved slowly back toward a group of his classmates without saying a word. His father stood behind him, still smiling, holding his mother's hand. "Your own company, huh?" Fri - one of Kurner's classmates - said, as Kurner approached. "How did you know?" Kurner replied, puzzled. The noisy celebrations made it hard for even him to hear his own father's words. "Oh, right. The lip reading. I guess that class finally came in handy, huh?" "So, any ideas on what to do with the credits?" Another friend asked excitedly.
Kurner thought back to his grandfather's old AMX-50 that hung above the mantle at his home. The weapon was one of the original production runs, before they had switched the wooden stock to an all metal version. Kurner remembered the many trips to the shooting range. "You can't hit a thing! Here, try this - you'll be guaranteed to hit the target!" His grandfather had teased, while handing him the old AMX.
"You know. With what's happening in galactic government, I think the galaxy might need just one more weapons manufacturer."
