Nero Fluirbin

Nero Fluirbin (Nee-roh Fler-bin) like most other Octeroids grew up on Octero IV where he quickly grew tired of being confined underwater. Gaining an exit visa from his world was hard and mainly for the wealthy and upper classes, but Nero, determined to see the stars, made hasty promises and even hastier allies, allotting him no small amount of favors owed. Once off-world, the calls came in and Nero found himself a lackey on board freighter after freighter, ensuring cargoes were dumped in the right areas, "reminding" captains to make a stop on Octero IV, and generally throwing his alien weight around wherever it was required. After one of the inevitable spice-run-gone-wrong, Nero decided his career as a lackey needed to come to an end and started coordinating a coup among other disgruntled crew members, making more hasty promises, but this time with a contingency in mind. On Life Day, while the crew celebrated, Nero poisoned the crew's supply of Correllian Ale, promising his supporters if they drank from special mugs he handed out, they would not be poisoned. With the crew slaughtered, Nero took the captain's chair and proceeded to do what he'd always wanted to do: travels the stars.

However, without the wisdom of an older captain, the knowledge of an experienced astrogater, and with no technical inclination, Nero did not travel far before succumbing to pirates and being taken as a trophy prisoner of an exotic race. He would spend many month on the pirate ship *Devourer* toted as the captain's prize before being lost in a sabacc game to a harsher rival gang. Nero was subjugated to a series of physical and mental tests to prove his worth in the new pirate's crew. His natural strength and endurance earned him the nickname "Kraken," from the Quarren of the crew while his monolithic eye intimidated those not frightened by his physical size. On a ceremonial post-trial raid, Republic vessels interdict and destroy the majority of the pirate forces, leaving their remnants scattered and panicking across the stars. Nero, seeing an opportunity among the chaos, hails the Republic vessels in an attempt to persuade them he and his crew were pirate prisoners, something not too far from the truth; however, when the Republic wanted to bring them on board and sort things, from there, Nero knew his ruse would be discovered. After a failed attempt to jump to hyperspace, he and the pirates crashed on Rugosa where a battle was already underway. Seeing no other alternatives, the pirates turned themselves in and served time on Oovo IV.

Released two years later and with no meaningful skills besides his (literal and metaphorical) silver tongue and a taste for piracy, Nero generated his own small band of pirates, the Eye of Sanbra, running out of an old G-9 Rigger. They were not much more than scavengers at first, but with the Clone Wars in full swing, being a scavenger was not so bad with plenty of battlefields to scour and plenty of other scavengers to prey on; a favorite tactic of Nero's was to light an emergency beacon on a small salvaged escape pod, ambushing the unfortunate salvager or unarmed rescue ships that came to the dead pod's rescue, but also having the hyperdrive ready in case a more heavily armed target was baited.

Years have passed since the Eye of Sanbra's founding and as crew members leave or are killed in clashes, Nero takes a liking to the Separatist thought of droid followers; salvaging droid ships makes acquiring certain rarer specimens easier than buying them from market and soon Nero replaces his crew of flesh an blood with various models of droid ranging from B1s, B2s, and even rumored to have a BX series somewhere aboard his freighter. He too has attempted to alter himself in the eyes of those who behold him rigging a small mining droid as a floating platform under his robes to make him appear to be floating and utilizing assassin probe's arms to simulate extra arms protruding from his back. With the Clone Wars by this time in decline and major battle sites becoming scarce, Nero struggled to keep his notoriety.

Among locals, he has become something of a Cthulhuan legend, something to scare children, seemingly fading into obscurity after dismissing his flesh crew. Some say the Eye of Sanbra watches in the debris clouds and nebulae of space waiting for to pounce on the right ship and turn it into salvage...