Gile Landala
| Gile Landala | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Race | Coruscanti |
| Homeworld | Coruscant |
| Born | Year -2 |
| Languages | Basic |
| Physical Description | |
| Gender | Male |
| Hair Color | Black |
| Political Information | |
| Affiliation | New Republic, Republic Medical |
| Rank | CEO, Republic Medical |
| Positions | Headmaster, Republic Medical Academy
Editor-in-Chief, RNN |
So it began...
The underworld of Coruscant acts as the seedy underbelly of the upper echelons of the Coruscanti high society. Shrouded in darkness, the Underworld (or Undercity if you prefer) receives no light from the sun due to the magnificent size of the high-rises grasping at the sky as if desperately trying to escape the scum and villainy of the Underworld below them. It is here in the dark and dim artificial lighting that those with less than honorable attentions and reputations to uphold come to further their personal endeavors. Well known to the citizens of Coruscant, the Underworld is the place where paupers are made kings among men and kings meet their demise.
It is here among the sinister and the poor that Gile Landala entered the world, born to a family of meager means and in possession of an undying desire to help those in need. As a child Gile was often playfully mischievous but remarkably compassionate. Often being scolded for slipping away at night and delivering food scraps he saved from his dinner to the destitute that littered the streets, Gile was well known and well liked about level 1100 where he made is home.
As he grew older, Gile spent more and more time among the poor in the Underworld. His charming smile and obvious kindness garnered him a reputation as a light in the darkness for those that desperately needed one. It came as no surprise to anyone that he took up with the local doctor, Miles Gallamby, and began learning to practice medicine under his tutelage.
“Doc” Miles Gallamby himself came from a formerly aristocratic background: He attended the Academy in the days of the Old Republic, before the Empire. As the Empire began to close its grip upon the galaxy and true freedom gave way to fear and submission, Doc Gallamby found himself with a promising career as a medic in the Imperial Army. This career path was short lived however; he was discharged from the IA for refusing to euthanize civilians wounded during a skirmish between Imperial forces and a terrorist cell that would later grow to become the Rebel Alliance. Stripped of his rank and associated privileges and exiled from the noble house of Gallamby, he found himself treating blaster wounds and vibroblade cuts with the help of the eager Gile Landala
The two of them spent much of Gile’s childhood studying and mending anyone that came to them for help, spending many late nights patching up underworlders that found themselves to be at the business end of a blaster or providing medicine to the parents of ill children that could not afford to pay for treatment. The local gangs made a great source of income for the pair and were peaceful for the most part, harming only each other and those in rival gangs. The willingness of the two to treat outlaws served the ulterior purpose of providing them with much needed protection so rare in the slums.
As time passed and Gile grew under his watchful gaze, Doc Gallamby often warned him of the dangers of the Empire’s far reaching grasp. Slowly he came to resent the Empire in the same ways that many have, and he began to whisper in hushed circles about the tyranny of the Emperor and his armies. As they often do, whispers grew to conversations and conversations are overheard in places where everyone is listening.
One night Gile found himself walking home from one of the many nightclubs in the underworld where he could be found when he wasn’t treating the wounded. Drifting lazily through the streets he became transfixed at the neon lights and the synth music that filled the night air of the club district. Humming to himself, he completely lost himself in the moment and forgot where he was.
The three men that crept up behind him found him to be a particularly easy mark to trail. They followed him through the winding streets until they found themselves sufficiently alone. Silently approaching behind Gile, one of the men grabbed him about the neck, covering his mouth and drug him into the alleyway. As they began to beat him mercilessly, they filled the air with taunts of “Traitor!” and promises that he would be reported to the Imperial authorities for his hate speech against the Emperor. As they punched and kicked Gile he attempted to fight back with little success; he was unarmed and they caught him by surprise. The battle was won before it had even started. After what seemed to be an eternity, the assailants ceased their attack and left a brutally beaten Gile alone with his thoughts and a bruised and aching body.
After a great deal of effort, Gile managed to stand and get his bearings. The alcohol in his system had begun to wear off and the pain of the attack began to set in. Gile slowly lumbered through the darkness and headed for home.
When Gile awoke the next morning, and made his way into the kitchen, where his mother and father were already seated at the table. The look on their faces betrayed their demeanors.
“Sit down, Gile. We need to talk.” His father growled.
Gile sat down at the table in an open chair, grunting with pain as he relaxed.
“What happened to you last night? Where were you? We know it was late when you came home. You nearly scared your mother half to death.”
“I was out with friends…” Gile struggled to come up with something better.
“Friends? Gile, do you honestly expect us to believe that? Was it your friends that did this to you?”
His father’s tone was getting more and more aggressive while his mother looked on in silence.
“Here is what I think: I think that your trash talking the Empire finally got you your just desserts. Everyone has been talking about how Gile Landala hates the Emperor and how they wouldn’t be surprised to see him arrested for terrorism against the state.”
Gile had enough.
“You are going to sit here in the slums and tell me that the Empire is good!? Look around! All these people here that are suffering! What does the Empire do to help? Huh? Doc says…”
“I don’t give a damn what that quack doctor says. You know he was thrown out of the Army? Lucky he wasn’t put down like the dog he is…”
Gile stood from his chair and with his right hand summoned all the strength that he could muster, and placed his fist squarely upside his father’s muscled jaw. His mother cried out:
“Gile! What is WRONG WITH YOU!?”
His father stared at him, steely eyed and unfazed by the events that had just transpired.
“You want to try that again, boy? I have no problem finishing what apparently didn’t get finished last night. Either way, no son of mine is going to be known as a traitor.”
Gile’s father stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders. Gile was too tired to fight anymore. He was tired of the violence and the narrow mindedness that he was surrounded by day after day and it had finally taken its toll on him.
His father continued to push him out the door and into the street. As Gile laid there in the road, he heard the door to the apartment lock shut with a clang.
As Gile once again began to pick himself up from the road and dust himself off he heard the faint sound of sirens approaching. Moments later, he saw the blue and red lights that he knew accompanied the all too familiar klaxons ringing in his ears.
A jailspeeder drifted from the sky and hovered above him, blinding him with a spotlight.
“You have GOT to be kidding me!”
What was he going to do now? Run? Yeah right. Like he could outrun a jailspeeder. He has watched as they ran down people in the streets and alleyways. He chose to stay put.
“Gile Landala, you are to remain still. Place your hands above your head.” The monotone robotic voice echoed from the loudspeaker.
Gile complied.
“You are under arrest for the incitement of treason and violence against the Empire and his grace, the Emperor.”
The jailspeeder landed softly in front of him, ensuring that he remained blinded by the spotlight as they descended. From the corner of his eye he could see several stormtroopers glistening in the light as they approached him and forced him into a pair of stuncuffs. The troopers spoke not a word to him, but kept their rifles trained as they forced him into the jailspeeder to take him away.
Gile Landala’s first trip to the surface and he was under arrest. Nothing about the morning had gone anything like he had intended. He wondered about his father and thought about the Doc. He felt it unlikely that he would ever see them again. And his mother…
After what seemed like an eternity, he could feel the jailspeeder decelerating and finally, coming to a rest. He had no idea where he was now. Not that it mattered. He was certain he was about to die.
And then, his luck changed.
BOOOOOOM!!!!
The jailspeeder rocked violently from an apparent explosion. He fell to the hard metal floor and struggled to upright himself. Outside he could hear yelling and blaster fire pelting the side of the armored hull of his prison.
“What in the hell! I haven’t even had breakfast yet!”
As he listened intently to the goings on outside he tried to picture what was happening out there. It began to quiet and became silent. Someone had boarded the speeder. He could hear them. Gile sat stone cold and silent, waiting.
Suddenly, the door to his cell opened. A soldier in well-worn battle fatigues entered and addressed him with a sense of great urgency.
“Are you Gile Landala?”
“Y-y-yeah. Who are you?”
“I’m with New Republic Intelligence. Miles Gallamby contacted us to rescue you…”
Personality and traits
Career History
| Republic Medical CEO | ||
| Preceded By: Jen Eyan |
Gile Landala |
Succeeded By: Incumbent |
| RNN Editor-in-Chief | ||
| Preceded By: Jahu Skyla |
Gile Landala |
Succeeded By: Incumbent |
