Gav Lucky
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| 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: |  Interior
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| Department: |  Operations - Savage Squirrels
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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 Lucky." The moniker stuck, sounding like "Give Luck," it hinted at fortune, charm, and a certain sly generosity. Yet beneath that 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.
Driven by a relentless need to rewrite his people’s story, and 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 steps further away from the darkness of Gentes and deeper into the halls of influence, where he schemes to 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, echoes his core philosophy: power is the ultimate currency, and luck favors those who build it themselves.
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 | 
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| Y26 D205 | 
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