Tyress Allan

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Tyress Allan
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Corellia
Date of Birth:	19 BBY (age 61)
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.96 m
Weight:	120 kg
Hair:	Light Brown
Eyes:	Green
Cybernetics:	Left forearm
Personal Information
Allies:	House Odan-Urr
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Smuggler
Era(s):	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Neutral, Smuggler's contacts
Personal Ship:	Dynamic-class freighter
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History

Early Life on Corellia

Allan is a proud man from a small settlement on Corellia, not much is known about his original family other than the fact that both his mother and father were Correlian citizens, but he was raised by a middle-class family who taught him how to build things on his own. He has specialized in making weapons, as well as a series of other things, including repairing or helping build starships and droids. He took these lessons on building starships in his small colony's piloting facilities. He managed to scrap together an aged Dynamic-class freighter with the help of his shipbuilding father he found crashed somewhere in the nearby terrain. It wasn't in perfect condition so he had to spend some credits to acquire replacement parts for the unimpressive starship. Upon completing his project, he took flight classes and was considered a natural at flying. He was also fond of watching swoop races and repairing swoop bikes when he was on Corellia, he still enjoys watching and betting on the occasional race.

Life After Leaving Corellia

At the age of 16, Allan was ready to leave his past behind in search of adventure and credits. Travelling along the borders of Wild Space, he happened across an honest living in a swoop bike repair shop. For three months, he studied the bikes, learning how to assemble and repair them until he was able to work on them without much planning. As enthusiastic as he was about swoop bikes, he learned to pilot the dangerous craft through narrow streets and alleys on his spare time to become more familiar with the overpowered speeder bikes. He loved the rush of adrenaline while the swoop bike raced along at its top speeds. His usual customers had consisted primarily of novice swoop racers and collectors intent on having their swoop bikes restored to operable condition. Offered an opening in a swoop race by a well-known sponsor, he enthusiastically accepted. The sponsor was a company owned and funded by a wealthy Hutt. Trained by the best known racers at the time, he was able to navigate the dangerous courses in record times. The competition was decimated as he swiftly rose through the leaderboards.

A year later, his sponsor had fallen into the ground. The Hutt that controlled its funding had been eliminated by his rival, and Allan was forced to quit. A former contact of his sponsorship had extended an invitation from an underground, highly illegal swoop gang. For months, he considered the offer, but it wasn't until he had amassed a pile of debts that forced him to close his small shop that he joined the crooked group. Rapidly, the business had grown more dangerous off the course than on it. Rival swoop gangs had despised losing their credits to the competition, in addition to the weight their name carried and the fear that it evoked. Armed guards and wild shootouts had become a common occurrence, forcing the Corellian to learn his way around a blaster or two. The increased pay of such an illegal operation provided some small incentive, but the life expectancy wasn't great in his position. Most bodyguards he knew had been former mercenaries and military, those who could kill him in a mere fraction of a second. As a valued asset to the group, Allan was kept away from the line of fire whenever possible, which wasn't often.

As weeks passed, the game became increasingly dangerous. Allan's swoop gang was advised by its senior bodyguards and former mercenaries to keep alert for hostiles while off the track. In this time, sleeping with aa holdout blaster beside his bed became a frequent occurrence. His draw had improved to a fraction of a second. The swoop tracks had become more dangerous as well. Automated cargo track races became the primary venue. While racing, Allan had to be wary of containers as they were lowered - and then repositioned along the track. Each swoop bike was also installed with turbothrusters, increasing their top speeds to be fatal in the event of a crash.

Illict Cargo

After losing a match due to a rigged racetrack and illegal modifications on the opposing swoop bike, Allan found himself tossed into a firefight against twice his numbers. Despite the swoop races being illegal in their very nature, an unofficial code prevented cheating among racers. The opposing team had violated this in every way - their swoop bike had been outfitted with tampered turbothrusters, making it less stable but able to achieve higher top speeds. In addition to this, the randomization of the track was compromised by the opposing team, creating a blockade with no visible passage while the Corellian made his attempt and allowing his rival to know the exact timing of the course. As a result of the rigged match, the two rival factions tuened on each other in a bloodbath. He managed to kill two of the opposing gang's members before losing his arm to the blade of a vibrosword and taken to a greedy Hutt for punishment. The Hutt - in attempt to be 'merciful' - had offered the former swoop bike racer an opportunity to clear the debt placed on him for rigging the course, a crime he didn't commit. Initially, Allan refused the ultimatum and was promptly tossed in with the rest of the Hutt's captured enemies. Accepting the request the following week, he was tasked with the smuggling of the Hutt's own variety of spice. Assigned the unwanted help of a small gang of brutes - mynock-brained lackeys of their Hutt master, he used his personal ship to transport illegal and dangerous cargo across the galaxy.

The racer-turned-smuggler made a name for himself in the form of bounties in five different systems. He acquired an unshakable addiction to the spice he transported on a regular basis. When the appointed 'help' assigned to him reported his behavior to their Hutt master, the Hutt had used additional packets of spice as an added incentive to the safe delivery of the cargo. His usual crew consisted of a Gamorrean, a Rodian and a Weequay. One of his other crewmen - a human by the name of Dagger - whether that was his real name or not had turned out to be working for the Rebel Alliance. When the man had offered to recruit the former swoop racer, Allan had initially declined. However, when his cargo had shifted to slave transportation, he became conflicted in his limited morals. The smuggler accepted the Rebel's offer when he was forced to transport a terrified Twi'lek 'indentured servant' to a distant planet in the Outer Rim. With the help of his latest partner, those loyal to his Hutt master were marooned on a backwater planet after the biggest of them - a Gamorrean took a blaster bolt to his cranium while rooting around the ship. The Twi'lek dancer had been freed once the freighter had docked within a hidden Rebel base, making the decision to stay and help with the war effort.

Shown the true face of the Galactic Empire, Allan had shifted his priorities to the transportation of cargo that hadn't conflicted with the Corellian's morals with Dagger serving as his grinning copilot. Retaining his bounty on several systems, he created various aliases for himself and possessed many disguises. The aged freighter was restored completely, courtesy of the Rebel Alliance. Over the next few months up until the Empire's collapse, his addiction to spice had disappeared, though traces of it still lingered. Once the Empire was destroyed, he retained a number of his smuggler and Rebel contacts, eventually seeking shelter on New Tython from mercenaries looking to collect the age-old bounty.

The Reluctant General

General Allan, fighting in the Tenth Great Jedi War

Having arrived on New Tython, Allan sold his starship to make room for a decent living in Menat Ombo. Completely off the grid from pursuing bounty hunters, he settled on the planet, fitting in with the population. For many years, the former smuggler had earned a decent living in coordinating imports to the developing planet. Preferring to distance himself from politics of any sort, the Corellian remained neutral in the Tythonian-Harakoan border disputes. When the Jedi of Odan-Urr had arrived on New Tython, the former smuggler remained unaffiliated until the events of the Tenth Great Jedi War.

Throughout the Tenth Great Jedi War and the attack on New Tython by the Dark Brotherhood, Allan had witnessed firsthand as the life he had built for himself crumbled around him. Thrown once again into a conflict without escape, he had established a network of smugglers from his old contacts. Playing a pivitol role in supplying the Kotahitanga-Unity Defense Force with weapons and other essential materiel, he drew the attention of the Jedi who placed the title of General upon him. He retained the title, serving as a primary source of intel through his use of carefully constructed contacts and affiliates and serving in such a position throughout the Horizons Conflict, as well as those of the Dark Crusade and the reclaiming of New Tython.