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Socorra, born as Nim Naja, is from the Bharhulai, a tribe of savage desert nomads of the Black Sands of Socorro. In late adolescence she was exiled from her tribe and taken in by and apprenticed to a failed Jedi on the path of atonement. After his subsequent fall and sudden death years later, she became a member of the Black Bha’lir smuggler’s society. Over time she earned the rank of Master Smuggler and the prestige of an information broker, having fulfilled apprenticeship in everything except smuggling. Years later she traveled to the Shadow Academy on Lyspair to broker a deal on information regarding the whereabouts of Michael Halcyon, during which her Force sensitivity was discovered and she was offered further training in the Force.
She is now a Krath Jedi Hunter within House Galeres of Clan Arcona, apprenticed to Prelate Talos Erinos, and an analyst for Soulfire Strike Team.
Biography
Black Banshee
Map of Socorro
Bloodshed was a way of life. From birth every Socorran Bharhulai child was taught to defend his/her tribe and land at any cost. Outsiders that found their way through the Doaba Badlands and into Bharhulai land meant to get there. The rotting corpses marking the Bharhulai territory boundaries spoke of those that weren’t.
Typical Desert Nomad They were savages- vicious Socorran desert nomads. A young girl named Nim Naja was one among them. Instead of cooking and other feminine tasks she chose to hunt with the men and defend their lands with the horde. Nim joined attack parties on desert intruders and subject cities, and as a female she was only required to cover her face when outside her camp. She had the passion of a warrior and no man stood in her way of joining the horde.
Her warrior skills were not entirely normal, though; Nim had a Force aptitude. Both her and the tribal council didn’t necessarily know what it was, but thought it was a gift from the gods. Though she had very little skill, it was still enough that brought a little reverence..and fear.
Starships, mostly from outlaws on the run seeking to lie low on Socorro, would accidentally land in Bharhulai territory and tribesmen would send a party to eliminate the intruders. Nim was rather skilled in this. Something about it was so.. religious. Seeing the enemy, and watching them cower in fear, or try to run from the savage warriors into the desert only to be hunted down like boars. She took pride in her kills. It had become ritual to allow them to see her face before they died.
On many attacks she nearly forced her way to the front of the horde. She was a vicious teenager. Those that lived could only tell the story of the Black Banshee – the clad female had grown recognition for her savageness and her terrifying shriek in combat, earning that nickname.
Over the years a darkness began to infiltrate her actions, though she knew not what it was. She became too careless and headstrong, and in her rage eventually lost control over herself. On one of the desert attacks, Nim, in her fury, killed one of their own, and had let one of the intruders escape into the desert with memories of her face and the bloody scar on his own.
Apprentice
It was a quick trial. By ending the life of a Bharhulai she broke the law of Aa’kua, of “personal space” and had also revealed her face outside of camp. Nim was tried as a male warrior would have been, as that was the way she lived. The young girl was forced through a gauntlet of her fellow tribesmen and nearly beaten to death. The young Nim was exiled from the tribe and sent into the unforgiving desert.
The broken adolescent was found by one of the few wandering Ibhaan’I shamans and he took pity on the girl. Taking her under his wing he brought her back to full health, giving her his own meager supplies.
He knew instantly of her Force gifts and knew they had been used for violence. She was Bharhulai, what else would one expect? He knew some of the Force; he had been a relatively strong Jedi in his younger years, having come to Socorro to atone for his own dark ways, long before the great Purge. For him, helping the girl was an act of penance for his sins.
Vakeyya, Capital of Socorro
For many years they traveled together all over Socorro. He educated her on what she had lacked from the savage tribe, introduced her to modern technology from the city, and instructed her in different cultures and languages. First and foremost, he felt it his duty to bring her back to the Light. As her master he tutored her in the Force and made it his life’s mission to make a better Jedi out of her than he had become himself.
As Nim grew older she began to separate herself from him and spend more time in the cities on her own. He was reluctant of letting her go and started refusing to. Nim had become his constant companion and he grew to love her much – too much. But the young woman had tasted freedom and longed for it, and longed to learn more than what he could teach her. He became jealous as her nights out grew longer and the days with him grew shorter, until he finally forbade her from leaving him.
It seemed that instead of the master teaching the student of his ways, she had taught him a few of her own dark lessons. His love became destructive and possessive and both began turning on one another. Nim was no longer a young girl, but a woman. She believed she should live her own life, not her master’s, but he began forcing his will upon her, among other things.
She had been banished to the desert for violating Aa’kua, and now was being chained to the desert for another’s violation. Nim Naja repaid him with deadly fury, eventually slaughtering her master in gruesome ways.
Once a Bharhulai, always a Bharhulai.
Aa’kua
Bottle of Socorran Raava
Nim wandered the black sands of Socorro for quite a while, frequently spending time in the cities and eventually spreading her visits out and into the galaxy. She became a starport rat and listened to the conversations from the old smugglers and pirates, always enjoying a cup of raava at the counter in one of the local bars. Socorro was a haven for outlaws; the stories that they told were entertaining and seemed to become taller and taller the more they were repeated.
Nim was quiet though; she kept to herself and was content to listen to the information being passed from stool to stool, table to table. She would never have to speak a word but strange men would come up to her and start telling her all about their life. People liked to talk and brag about themselves. Bounty Hunting on Socorro was laughed at with blasters, and those found to be doing so ended up in the same fate as slavers. So outlaws had little fear when it came to laying low on the planet. Socorro meant rest and peace.
But not entirely. One man, years later after her exile, recognized the female. He recognized the Black Banshee. Sitting in her spot at the counter, minding her own business. He remembered, and his friends remembered, as he no doubt had told them some asinine story many, many times of his ‘victory’ over the nomad savages and the facial war scar he had earned. The assault was instantaneous; raven locks flashed from her seat the moment he made the threatening motion, and he was dead within seconds, his blood pooling on the bar floor. No one moved in the establishment.
“Aa’kua,” was Nim’s only word, nodding to the patrons and returning to her raava. Many customers stood stock still, some others turned back to their Sabaac game as if it were routine. Others reached for their comlinks.
Black Bha’lir
Black Bha’lir Sigil
File:AbdiBadawzi.jpgAbdi-Badawzi, Monarch of the Sands
The rumors spread spontaneously. Naja was approached by Socorran Black Bha’lir members and was told that the man had been a former Society member. Nim knew of the Society, knew some of the members and its ways, but minded her own business. Smuggling just wasn’t for her. However, that didn’t matter to them. She was brought before a tribunal of Old Guards, where she learned that the one she killed had been marked for Retribution by the Bha’lir and that by killing him she must join the Society herself. She reminded them that she wasn’t interested in apprenticeship. Her interests lay not in smuggling and she refused to waste time learning it.
The members that knew of the Black Banshee spoke of her ‘talents’ from the Bharhulai nomads. Her skills were very useful, in either the Society or its brother crime organizations, such as Abdi-Badawzi. After a discussion the tribunal assigned her to a specific job within the Society. They were going to allow her to do just what she had been there for, to hunt down those that were marked and provide the Rite of Retribution when other Bha’lir members would not. She was to serve in this capacity for one year before reassignment.
Nim rather enjoyed it. Part bounty hunter, part assassin, she was still held in high regard as a Society member. It was the only form of bounty hunting that was kosher on Socorro. She was given all she required.
Master Smuggler
When Nim obtained the high rank of Master Smuggler, she was given the option of becoming an information broker. She still refused the life of a smuggler, and running her own criminal gang within the Society didn’t interest her. A broker, however, piqued her curiosity. Since her exile from the Bharhulai, she had spent the rest of her life soaking up everything that she could from the galaxy, and she had naturally begun instructing many other members in what she had learned, and sharing her knowledge with the veterans for the benefit of the organization. This opportunity made her brokering official and it quickly became what she was most known for.
In her downtime Nim took on elite contracts outside of the Society, using her income to hire out slicers and infiltrators to garner information which she would disseminate to present to her employers. Her contracts varied between information necessary for bounty hunting to scorned lovers seeking knowledge of their partner’s infidelity. Generally Nim accepted contracts that paid well and interested her, but she was also known for doing personal favors.
Yuuzhan Vong Invasion
During the Yuuzhan Vong Invasion, Nim physically kept out of the conflict, but was an integral part of providing and relaying information to and between various organizations on Vong activity. She went by various codenames and used her native language of Old Corellian for covert communication.
Dark Jedi Brotherhood
Shadow Academy
During her downtime, Nim came upon reliable information regarding the whereabouts of the much-wanted Michael Halcyon. This required her to travel to the Shadow Academy on Lyspair in person to negotiate a price for that information. Once there, the Academy discovered her Force sensitivity and she was offered further training in the Force. Having neglected her Force skills and knowledge ever since her departure from her former master, she found this to be an intriguing opportunity and accepted.
She entered the Academy under the false name of "Socorra" due to her criminal ties and numerous bounties, and in order to have a fresh start; however, the young woman also changed her name due to the fact that the Bha’lir would soon find her to be missing in action, or worse a deserter, and send out their own agents to find her whereabouts. In short, she needed protection.
Arcona
Great Jedi War X
War’s End
Quest for Knighthood
Personality
Appearance
Trivia