Jarneskeg Yrfeloran

Jarneskeg Yrfeloran
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Biographical Information
Race	Human/Arcona
Homeworld	Cona
Mother	Unknown
Father	Malcolm Skeg
Spouse	Single
Partner	CLASSIFIED
Born	Year -6
Physical Description
Gender	Male
Height	6'0"
Coloring	Caucasian
Political Information
Affiliation	The Black Light Pirates The Foundation Underground Arcona Organization known as "The Family"
Rank	Sheppard
Prior Affiliation	Outland Mining Corporation

IN PROGRESS

Jarneskeg Yrfeloran [pronounced: 'Yarn-shayg' 'Ear-fell-oh-rin'] is a human born on Cona. He is both a skilled trader and smuggler. As a pilot he specializes in difficult routes, as well as infiltration and exfiltration past shields and other security measures. His mother died in childbirth and Jarneskeg learned trading and piloting from his father, Malcolm Skeg, and from his adopted Arcona family. He left Cona at the age of seventeen Standard Years after his father and all the members of his adopted family were either killed or captured in a slave raid at Resurrection Bay. Jarneskeg is also a founding member of The Foundation, an Arcona organization dedicated to bringing slavers to justice.

Early Life

He never knew his mother. To this day Jarneskeg is not completely convinced she was human. Malcolm, Jarne's father, affirmed it was so, but always with lowered eyes. His earliest memory is of sitting on the Deal of the Day table outside his father's shop. More a jumble of images than a single memory...glimpses of alien faces, mostly Arcona and snatches of conversation in more than one language. Barter, laughter, a lewd remark. Malcolm Skeg was a born trader. Born on Corellia, he took to the space lanes young. Apprentice to Jarne's grandfather, he learned to ship, and sell, how to tell tales short and tall. God's below how that man talked, and talked and talk. Not that it was all empty. Far from it, his son never met a man more knowledgeable on such a grand range of topics that spanned the known galaxy, it's sentients-'folks' his father called them all- it's politics and it's history. Mainly though, he knew it's products...it's products and it's needs. The old man loved Cona, though it is a very harsh environment for humans. He loved the Arcona. He had first arrived there with a tanker filled with fresh water. Water, fresh water, is a desirable commodity on Cona, so it was an auspicious beginning. Malcolm quickly fell in love with the Arcona dedication to the collective, their tribal sense of family he most respected. Being born to a space roving trader, he appreciated what he had never had himself- a home, a family history- roots. This was probably why he cut back on his space travel when Jarne was born. Malcolm wanted his son to have a home. And Jarne had that. His father was well liked by most Arcona, and formed family like bonds with many. He had a lot in common with them. Fearless, good in a fight, loyal to a fault, and a great pilot. These are all traits highly valued by the 'folks' of Cona. These are all traits that Malcolm Skeg and his extended Arcona family worked hard to instill in Jarne Skeg. They flew together, explored Cona together. They traded with, served, worked, loved and fought for the Arcona. Always together. Jarne could not imagine a better childhood...or a more swift and bitter end to it. It happened at Resurrection. It happened fast. Resurrection was a small village between the edge of a vast jungle and Cona's South Central Sea. It's a pain in the hind quarters to get to. You back your way through vicious jungle undergrowth, evading uncounted deadly creatures and plants, until you think you will die and right when you are ready to drop the way opens onto a gigantic clearing and the an ocean view of unimaginable beauty. White sand with silver crystal flakes and blue water as far as you can see in two directions and to the west Cona's most well known volcanic island with light ammonia gasses rolling of it's shores. The sight of it brings you back to life. Resurrection. There had been a long break in the recent rains. They call it rain, but it's not water. It's a soup strongly comprised of ammonia, and most off worlders require special protective gear to survive it. During this brief break in the weather, Jarne's father and his Arcona partner, Rela 'Papa' Argrilizza, had dragged their families out to Resurrection to enjoy the tranquility.

The cook fires had burned low, and many had gone to sleep, bellies full of gizsteak, fresh fruit, and rainforest greens. The adults and older children, especially the Arconan females, sat taking about the lucrative Homecoming Tribal Market that had recently concluded and making plans for upcoming trip to Tylcarros Market, where profits were sure to triple. They came from the direction of the island. Jarne later guessed they had landed a large slave hauler on it's far side and then launched the quiet wave skimmers. He recognized one of them as the human male that had bought the wide beam stunner from his father at the market. His father had not expected to sell it until Tylcarros Market and was thrilled with the price he had gotten. Malcolm had talked the man up a long time- politics, history, places he'd been, 'folks' he'd met...even describing the brief vacation they were planning to take at Resurrection Beach. It was over fast. There was no time to react. Malcolm and Rela tried to protect their people to no avail. Jarne heard his father tell him to run, right before the vibro-axe cut him from crown to crotch. At seventeen SYs old, Jarne was an orphan. He ran, tears in his eyes, taking the route his father taught him. Sounds of fighting, screaming, and stunners behind him he followed the fresh 'stream' (a mere trickle, rare on Cona) point four clicks to the small cave tunnel. He crawled through the mud, grabbed the go-bag they had stashed there and kept crawling through until the tunnel widened and he could stand. Running until he saw the BARC Speeder, the mouth of the cave, and the curtain of the foliage hiding the entrance from outside eyes.. Jumping on the speeder, Jarne glanced back at the empty seat behind him and holding in the wracking sobs trying to burst from his chest, blasted through the vines and leaves. The plan was to go the landing pad at Marketown and take his father's Brayl Class Freighter. He could then fly back to Resurrection and pickup anyone lucky enough to escape the slavers, but when he got there, the town was also overrun. Unable to reach the ship, or any ship, he turned the speeder towardsTylcarros City. The rest is a story told only to many times across this galaxy. Reaching the city with the clothes on his back, the stores and credits stashed in his go-bag, and the skills passed to him from loyal Arcona friends and a loving father, Jarne sold his speeder bike for a fraction of its worth, made his way to the spaceport and booked passage to an uncertain future. Reaching Boordii, a planet he heard about from a visiting freighter pilot, he got a job with Outland Mining Corporation under the name Jarneskeg Yrfeloran. The last name came from and ancient book that claiming it meant 'bereft of inheritance' in a near lost language. The job, however, was not much of a fit. The company was great but Jarne was not a miner at heart, but a trader. He took his earnings, and bought a small freighter. After several months of freelance work, and with a little help from some new, but good friends, he found himself employed as a Scouting and transport pilot.

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