
Name:
Saraya “Saya” Nunez
Biological Information:
Species: Homo Sapien
Homeworld: None / Odyssey Labs Space Station
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 49 kg
Character Story:
What can I say about how I ended up as a pirate… can’t exactly blame my upbringing or my parents, can I? When asked, I usually just say it was a long string of bad judgment, and fucked-up situations.
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon jammed in my mouth, but I never wanted for anything. Despite their highly respected positions as scientists for the galaxy’s leading innovators, Odyssey Labs, my parents were loving, attentive and supportive.
My biggest incentive for excelling as an Academy pilot was to make them proud of me… no matter how many times they insisted they were proud of me no matter what I chose to do, I could see when my accomplishments would make them fit to burst with pride. I saw it in the way they talked about me to their friends and colleagues, and I could tell they secretly delighted in the envious looks they sometimes got.
After graduation, everything seemed to be going my way. I got drafted to be the First Chair on the high profile Academy ship, the Lorelie, second in command to Captain Gillam Drake… a venerable, much experienced man that I highly respected and trusted. Even my roommate and best friend Tedra, a Suvian female, was drafted as a fighter pilot for the same ship.
But things quickly went to hell, when we were making a routine run on the trading lane from Mars to Venus. We were only one week into travel when the computer woke me and the rest of the senior crew out of cryo-sleep.
We were being hailed with an SOS from a luxury liner claiming to have lost their pilots and were losing oxygen to some unknown damage.
It all turned out to be a trap. Pirates had taken the liner, and with the exception of the younger women, they'd killed everyone else on board and captured what children were on board to sell into slavery later. In the battle the liner was damaged beyond repair, my captain and a lot of others from the Lorelie were killed. In the end their numbers overcame ours. When the dust settled, Only Tedra, me, and four other female crew were left alive.
In the weeks that followed, we were made to wish that we'd died too. In fact, two of the women who came from Lorelie with Tedra and I, ended up dying too. One was beaten to death by an overzealous keeper, and the other somehow got a hold of a broken piece of metal and cut her wrists while in her cage at night.
A week after that, overconfident with their acquisition of the Lorelie, the pirates tried to take on another Academy ship. This time they failed and we were saved. However, the pirate Captain, and a couple of his highest ranking men managed to escape and the Lorelie was destroyed.
However, after so much internal reviews and endless questioning, and despite what horrors Tedra and I'd endured, the Academy needed someone to blame and that someone was me. Being second-in-command, I was held accountable for all the lost people and property--- they seemed more upset about the Lorelie then the people tho. I was sentenced to execution.
The day before my execution however, Tedra broke me out using her species' natural telepathy and her well-trained fighting techniques. We escaped on a stolen skiff, and made it to decrepit hole-in-the-wall trader's station in Mars orbit. The kind of large, ugle station people go to, in order to get lost or to secure not so legal products or services.
Despite the many offers to join one harem after another, Tedra and I managed to keep ourselves hid, and fed doing odd jobs for the lead merchant on the station. I'd heard of Jace Stratton by my second day on the station, and when I heard he came to the station often, just not reliably, I made up my mind that I'd join his crew, and one day I'd run into that pirate who'd ruined my life, and pay him back big time.
Stratton however, had no use for 'skirts', as he first referred to Tedra and I, but he challenged me to a street glider race, to prove my skills as a pilot, and suffice it to say, he ate my dust. I was to find out later, that the whole race thing was a cover. He didn't want to seem too eager to have us on his crew, even though he was. He figured that if Tedra and I could prove ourselves to the entire crew then we'd be invaluable to him. A telepath/fighter pilot, and a top-of-her-class Grade A Academy pilot.
I think it also helped that he probably wanted to get into our pants, but that was inevitable. Whether or not he ever does.... well, we'll just have to see.
Appearance:

When I'm not in my pilot's uniform ---something i still find funny... uniforms for pirates. but hey, its Stratton's ship.--- I prefer breathable, comfortable clothing in dark colors. Don't really care if the tanks and form-fitting pants don't leave much to the imagination. It's not like I'm going to be offending anybody on this ship. Besides, i get a kick out of making the swabees squirm... as long as they know they can look but don't even think of touching. If that makes me a tease, then so be it...
Personality:
I used to be easygoing, vivacious… a life-of-the-party kinda chick ----
or so says Tedra, my best friend and fellow Academy graduate. Since ‘the
incident’, as she likes to refer to it, I’ve gotten closed off, moody, bitchy
at times… dark even.
I don’t agree, of course. I just think that I’ve gotten more careful… cautious. I have noticed more cynicism in my thoughts and how my first reaction when meeting someone new is to distrust them, but I think of it more as a survival instinct.
No one is gonna hurt me ever again.
Skills:
- Academy trained ace pilot; credited and trained for commercial, freighter and fighter ships
- Moderate hand to hand combat skills
- Moderate to adequate knife skills
- Adequate to Excellent cooking skills; makes awesome turtle brownies; thinks of cooking as therapy for herself
Equipment:
- Academy standard service pistol refitted for 9mm energy rounds.
- 10 inch carbon blade with polymerized handle guaranteed not to crack in extreme cold. (gift from Stratton when she joined his crew)
- Lightweight pilot’s goggles; carbon frame, black bands



