Twitch - Ysoki Mechanic's page

8/8 hitpoints, 7/7 stamina, 4/4 resolve
Conditions: n/a
20/20 charges in rifle, 1/1 battery
1/1 recall knowledge

BACKGROUND

Born and raised on the red sandy roads of Akiton’s wasteland deserts, Twitch never had time to set down roots anywhere. He is, however, fiercely proud of being from Akiton as he likes to remind everyone. The ysoki belonged to an extended family of ysokis that traveled the wastelands and traded with small villages, mining towns, and big cities alike (well whatever was left of the big cities).

Life just wasn’t the same now that thasteron was no longer in demand as the old timers would say. But that was over 300 years ago, and this wasteland planet is all that Twitch has ever known.

Twitch excelled from a young age at that which almost every ysoki excels at, being a mechanic. And the traveling caravan was the perfect teacher; there was plenty to do in maintaining the old hovertankers, dirt bikes, solar sailing vessels, and everything else the ysoki managed to get a hold off. It was paradise for someone driven to learn how everything works and who had an idea on how to make anything better.

Twitch was said to be able to out tinker a space goblin and that was no easy feat. There were a couple of sayings in the caravan, “If something can’t be fixed, Twitch will fix it.” And he usually did. The other saying was “If Twitch can’t fix it then throw it out.” And that was not true as Twitch always reminded people, “If I can’t fix it now is because I don’t have the right parts but I will get them so don’t throw anything out!” And he didn’t.

DESCRIPTION

The ysoki usually wore an old flightsuit with many pockets where he had a little bit of everything (from old batteries to half-eaten crackers to tools).

Now past his prime, the ysoki’s fur was greasy in places and non-existent in others where old burn marks were present. Part of pink ear was missing and he was never too far from Big Bertha, his laser rifle that was almost as long as he was tall.

Part of Twitch’s secret were two things. One was the metal sheath that covered his left forearm. From there sprung all sorts of tools and cables as if by magic. The ysoki always had the right tool for the job. The other was partially hidden in his head, a piece of technology that had been installed from his father who inherited it from his father. This processor did everything from bringing up blueprints for any machinery to physically pinpointing the right part to replace in a hovertanker.

PERSONALITY
Twitch is constantly moving his whiskers and nose and smelling everything. He’s been told that he talks quickly but he dismisses that alleging that he has too many things to do. He has little patience and gets right to the action once a decision has been made
He’s never bored and sitting still is very much a challenge for him. He, of course, loves to take things apart and always find something to salvage.

A certain wanderlust has him staring at the stars with a certain longing. For the past three months, he has been preparing his niece to take over his job and told everyone in his family that he was leaving. It took him some time to talk to all 103 nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, etc. and he thinks that one of his sister gave birth again before he was through.

With his mind made up, he booked passage for Absalom Station to seek employment with the Starfinder Society.

Twitch hated to admit it, but it had been Riko that actually ruined his life. That ‘little rat’, as he lovingly called him, had soured what had been up to that moment a perfect existence. The smallest of his cousin’s third litter, that runt had actually stayed in Maro for far too long. ”All them lights must have messed with his head.”

Riko had remained behind as the caravan moved on. Nothing unusual in that as many of the young ysoki took their leave from travelling from time to time. But they always came back or latched on to the caravan as it made its way back to the city. It was a full year before they returned to Maro and by then it was too late. Young Riko’s head had been filled with nonsense: starships, new planets, travel off-world, as if travelling Akiton was not good enough. And the young one passed on this madness to Twitch who listened but not for long for he knew he was being captivated by all this nonsense.

The caravan left again without Riko but Twitch remained in contact with his young cousin who continued to spew forth this travelling fever. Until one day, Twitch actually cried as he listened to Riko’s message telling him he was going to Absalom Station. ”Madness” And that he was going to join the Starfinder Society. ”Even more madness. Why would such a prestigious organization care for a lowly ysoki from Akiton?”

But the fever had already taken hold of Twitch and he found it hard to concentrate on his day to day duties. The though of his second cousin travelling the stars conditioned everything he did, to the point where he could no longer remain idle. That was when he started working towards finding him. Even if he had to chase him through the Drift to do so.