Sison James Cairo
Black Jack; James Zaffo
Adv. Piloting, Mechanics, Engineering, Sharpshooting, Practicing Teras Kasi Artist, Demolitions, Force Sensitivity
Customized DL-44 Blaster /w Scope + Laser Sight; Vibroblade Strapped To Leg; DC-15X Sniper Rifle
"The Lucky Pazaak" - Modified YT-1400 Light Freighter (Max Crew = 4)
Self-Built JR-4 Swoop Bike (Stowed On Ship)
5 ft 8 in (173 cm)
Basic, Huttese, Droid, Shyriiwook, Jawa Trade Language, Rodese, Zabraki, Bothese, Dosh
Huttese, Bothese, Zabraki, Dosh
Sison Cairo embodies many of the same traits as someone typically labeled as a renegade, a rogue, a scoundrel, or other such schemer. Despite these moral inconsistencies, Sison is still one of the finest men that one could hope to have by their side. When he finds a cause he can sink his teeth into, he is absolutely devoted to it. He often stubbornly insists on doing things his own way because, in his mind, he knows it's the fastest way to success. His boasting, bragging, and general ego would be harder to handle if he didn't back them up so frequently. He constantly delivers on his promises but is ultimately always acting out of his own best interests. To any outside observer his tactics would appear sporadic and unplanned. It is often this fact that makes him so successful in his endeavors. He is wickedly charming, impulsively reckless, and stubbornly selfish at all times. All too often, his mouth gets him in more trouble than he can handle. He thrives on this, however, because he finds it easy to best someone when they are incited and unfocused. His intuition about character and intentions has always served him well in life and may very well be the reason he has survived as long as he has. Sison lives his life on whichever side of the law is most accessible and believes solely and whole-heartedly in his own personal bounty of luck. It has gotten him through more than a few tight spots along with his other arsenal of seemingly unadmirable traits.
Sison Cairo: Man. Mercenary. Married to Mischief.
A simple way to describe him but still not enough. For as long as he has been alive, Sison has been a child of fate. He, alone, survived a fatal shuttle crash on Coruscant shortly after his birth. His entire family was onboard along with 1,317 other passengers. The shuttle was incoming from the Naboo system, suffered massive engine failures, and crashed in one of the industrial districts planetside. Sison was 6 months old. Parentless. And fortunate.
He was immediately sent back home to Nar Shaddaa where he was integrated into an orphanage. Without any surviving family, there were few other options available. The publicity around the "Baby Survivor" continued to grow. Nobody understood how out of one thousand passengers, a single baby could have escaped unscathed. Before too long, Sison was adopted by a wealthy family. They were prevalent in the upper financial echelon on Nar Shadda, consisting of the entertainment and travel industries. Sison's new mother, Elsa Cairo, was a famous holofilm actress. Easily recognizable on any planet in the Outer Rim, her success has garnered her and her husband a great deal of wealth. They lived in absolute luxury in respect to the lower parts of Nar Shaddaa. Her hectic career and lifestyle left her little time for her new son, however.
That left Neville Cairo, Sison's adoptive father. His stake was in the transportation industry. Along with several other benefactors, Neville shared a seat of power amongst Galactic Rail Enterprises. They commissioned 87% of all interplanetary travel on Nar Shaddaa. His position kept him in the office much of the time, and so Sison followed. The following childhood was peppered with memories of various hired babysitters, business associates, and anyone else that Sison took the time to warm up to. Most of them barely ever heard a word out of little Sison's mouth. The kid was too fascinated with what was going on around him: the deals, the money, the trading, the... business. Sison loved the business. Not this specific one, but the idea of working for yourself, negotiating your own terms, building your own empire. He wasn't too young to see the advantages of building your own career.
As the years progressed, Sison became older, wiser, and far more privy to the happenings around him. His father had been constantly muscled by other businesses and syndicates around him. In exchange for the protection he needed to cover all of his rails, he paid certain amounts of cash. Sison had never thought much of it until the extorters started making unreasonable demands. His father simply could not keep up with the steady rise of payments without losing revenue, and it caused the syndicates to do something irrational. Sison was quickly kidnapped to be held in exchange for billions of credits. He knew his father didn't have that kind of money to spare, but he at least assumed that some effort would go into rescuing him.
But the days passed, and no word came from his father, or from anyone for that matter. The syndicate grew tired and frustrated and eventually decided that it would be simpler to kill the kid. At this point, several things happened. First, a war began. One of the worst that Nar Shaddaa's underbelly had seen for some time. What started as a discrepancy over what to do with Sison turned into a debate of power and then quickly into a contest of military strength. In the chaos, Sison was able to slip out of the conflict. He had no intention of going back to his previously useless life, and so he decided to stay in the underworld and craft a new life for himself. He was 16 at the time.
Sison's subtle ways were enough to garner him some respect amongst various crowds in the criminal underbelly of Nar Shaddaa. He got a job at one of the local cantinas where he was able to mix it up with pilots, mercenaries, merchants, and travellers of all species. It was almost an educational experience for Sison. He soaked up every word, every story, every bit of information he could. He loved it. It was the beginning of his own personal empire. The value of information knew no bounds. Sison's networking continued to grow as the years went on. He was soon able to save up for a customized blaster, something to protect himself with. In the off-season at the cantina, he would spend most of his time practicing with it as well as flying an old stolen X-Wing from back before the Galactic Civil War. It was things like this that Sison could never get enough of. They came to him as naturally as anything else.
Some years later, word had come through some of the cantinas that there had been some buzz about a business tycoon's kidnapped child that was loose in the underworld. Apparently, the syndicates hadn't forgotten about Sison's fortunate escape. He had been going by the alias "James Zaffo" since then, but he worried about who may have been watching him. Fate, it seems, caught up with Sison again. With the aid of a slicer friend of his, Sison set out to bankrupt his mother's bank account before taking some time off of Nar Shaddaa. He didn't have a particular destination in mind, but he knew exactly how he was going to leave.
Sison used the first third of the stolen money to purchase a prize ship that he had had his eye on for years. It was an outfitted YT-1400 light freighter. What some considered a perfect smuggling ship. It was the beginning of Sison's career and possibly the last thing he would do on Nar Shaddaa for a long time. He paid his friend handsomely for his assistance in the matter, and set out to pack the ship and jettison out of the system.
His escape inevitably led him to Tatooine, where he quickly found employment in Jabba's Palace. He mostly ran courier missions, and although he wasn't the fastest, he had a remarkable track record in terms of completing his assignments. His dependability didn't go unnoticed by those of interest in the palace, and soon Sison found his services being requested in all corners of Tatooine. His career, it would seem, was beginning to take off. But his notoriety did not go unnoticed. After four attempts on his life by various bounty hunters networking through Nar Shaddaa, Sison was taken alive by one Gavin Marcus. The guy was a Mandalorian wannabe mostly, but he was at least clever about capturing Sison. Masking himself as the target of a seperate assignment, Marcus had put out a bounty on himself. Sison escorted him to a palace on Naboo where Sison found himself being imprisoned instead. Marcus was paid handsomely and released.
Sison stayed in this prison for 5 years. He actually escaped outside the walls of the prison 3 seperate times, earning himself one year of solitary confinement at the end of his term. This was, of course, before his 4th and final escape. He returned to where he left his life last... on Tatooine. His ship was impounded, many of his contacts dead or unwilling to work with him, and so he began to start over...
He would begin by getting his ship back.