#SoroSuub

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Lando Calrissian's Modified SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000 "Lady Luck"

Source: Dark Force Rising Sourcebook (West End Games, 1993)

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SoroSuub Hush-98 Comlink

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:50:48

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PT-19 Patrol Bomber

Concept: A Star Wars version of a B-17 (or B-24 or B-25) combined with a PT Boat built by Koensayr Manufacturing. A Purpose built bomber of similar size to a light freighter with a crew of a dozen or so, very little free space.  Its a Fast Attack Vessel with a primary role of bombing and assault with secondary roles as Recon, SAR, and as a Picket ship.  The goal was to make something that looked as little like a Corellian ship as possible. 

One of the key concepts is that this is purpose built, it is not a modified or converted light freighter.  The backstory I have in mind is that it is created by Koensayr Manufacturing, but that perhaps its major sub-contractor was SoroSuub and after the first line was produced there was a breakdown in the contract between the two companies.  For this reason, there aren't many of these, but perhaps the talented and innovative engineers of the Rebel Alliance got their hands on the plans and have been able to produce some more.  However, these are expensive to build and maintain, so they are fairly rare yet highly sought after by Rebel leaders.  These ships are over-powered and over-gunned and take a talented crew to maintain and operate. 

Weapon systems and equipment include:   - 6 Quad Laser Cannons (tail, nose, dorsal, ventral, port, and starboard)  - Proton Bomb system (like the TIE Bomber)  - Either Concussion Missiles or Proton Torpedoes (forward facing)  - An Ion Cannon (forward facing)  - an excellent ComScan suite  - On board is perhaps a medstation (but not a full medbay), tight packed quarters, some storage but not alot of space for extra cargo, a small crew "lounge" which serves for dining and recreation

Crew Compliment of 12:  - Pilot/Capt (1): Experienced pilot and leader; an Officer  - Co-Pilot/XO (1): also an experienced pilot and leader just typically less experienced than the Captain; an Officer  - Tactical (1): experienced warrior to coordinate all weapons; a Warrant Officer  - Bombardier (1) : the most important position on the ship, the whole reason it exists; an experienced Petty Officer  - Quartermaster (1): Astrogation assistant, ship systems control, Comm-Scan, Damage Control, loadmaster; an experienced Petty Officer  - Engineer (1): ship's engineer, backed up by the Quartermaster and gunners in emergencies; an experienced Petty Officer  - Gunners (6): all have a 2nd position: asst. engineer, asst. bombardier, damage control, medic, etc; Junior Enlisted - Petty Officers

Commissioned by me; art by Colourbrand

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As promised, here is the 1st of 2 deleted scenes from my now completed fanfic: When Generation X met Z! Pls enjoy ☺️

2nd deleted scene

DELETED SCENE #1: The Talk (original draft) - from When Generation X met Z

With a grimace on his face, Count Dooku stepped off his ship and held in his breath in a poor attempt to not breathe the smog that choked the breathable air of the planet that was Sullust.  Amongst the sea of smog stood a petite figure, who clearly had been expectant of his arrival. 

“I am representative Kap Klyp of the Sorosuub Corporation. We are so pleased that you could join us to continue the contract negotiations in person.”

“As am I, Representative.” The lie slipped through his teeth as easily as breathing. An experienced diplomat in his own right, Dooku knew what was coming next: a substandard tour of the city in which the representative would attempt to sell Sullust as the ideal planet in which Serenno could become long term trading partners with. If he had his way, he would march straight into the corporation's office, make them sign the piece of paper and leave. But unfortunately for him, he wasn’t here solely on Serennian business. His Master, Darth Sidious, had instructed him to seek out a group of rebel Syndicates whose interests, he believed, aligned with theirs. Even if they didn’t align he was given the free hand to make it so.

Just as Dooku predicted, the tour in itself was lacklustre and generic. Dooku’s mind mulled on the various possibilities of where the Syndicate could be hiding as his host droned on about the metalworks Sullust had to offer that could complement Serennian Silver. Dooku almost pitied the representative - he was nothing but a glorified salesman in these circumstances. 

From the corner of his eye Dooku noticed a shadow not too far away from his person. He was being followed, ever since he and the representative had stepped foot into the town square. The person who was tailing them was skilled in their own right, but this was Count Dooku, former master Jedi that they were up against. They never stood a chance. The shadow now moved abruptly, causing Dooku’s hand to twitch slightly. He could not draw his sabre here - in an environment that was so exposed. His keen eyes now roved along his peripheral vision, wondering where the shadowed figure would end up next. Normally, he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse, but not when he was at the disadvantage. 

A movement flickered on his left side, and it was approaching rapidly. Dooku's right hand curled slight, bracing himself to draw his blade -

“Master Dooku? It is you!”

Dooku took a double take, surprise etched onto his face. A Togorian Jedi? This was unexpected. At this revelation, Dooku relaxed and allowed himself to focus entirely on the conversation at hand. As such he failed to notice the figure that was in the same direction, behind a pillar not far away from the group eyeing his every move before disappearing into the darkness once more.

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With a huff, Dooku walked away from the warehouse which was now the resting place to several dozen corpses, including that of the Togorian Jedi Jak’Zin. He was pleased with himself - he had managed to kill two birds in one stone, the two birds in question being subjugating the syndicate and making sure that the Jedi Order had one less member. 

Walking back to his quarters, the Count of Serenno passed by what looked to be an upscale bar, and decided that after all his hard work, he deserved a drink. The location did not disappoint: soft jazz music greeted his ears as he walked past the clientele - all men and women from the upper class. He slid into an empty booth and ordered his drink: whisky neat. As soon as the waiter walked away he noticed a figure walk in his direction and take a seat at the booth behind his.

Dooku sighed. He started questioning why the force had chosen on this very day to make his accomplishments a bitter pill to swallow. 

“Isn’t it lonely sitting by yourself there?” He now asked, making sure his voice was loud enough for the person behind him to hear. “It just so happens I’m nor expecting anyone either.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not here for you.” the figure hissed back. “I actually have a genuine appointment. Now keep quiet, here he comes.”

Another figure approaches that booth. After an exchange of pleasantries the two figures got down to business. They were speaking in a language Dooku did not understand, and after a few minutes of trying to decipher he decided to concede defeat and allowed the pair their privacy by deliberately tuning out their conversation in favour of listening to the repertoire of music the pianist had to offer. The next time Dooku’s attention was on that booth was when the distinct sound of a body slumping against the table could be heard, followed by the sound of the waiter being hailed over. The figure claimed that their companion had drunk too much, and was unsure on what they should do next. After apologising profusely to the poor waiter who had to carry the man into the sick room and giving him a generous tip, the figure now made their way to Dooku’s booth and slid in the space opposite him. 

“Hello Dooku.” the figure’s tone of voice had now completely changed - from sweet to that of a tired and jaded individual.

“Lokun.” Dooku acknowledged, taking a sip of his drink. “What brings you here to Sullust?”

“Private business for the Council. I’m sure you understand.” Dooku stiffened involuntarily at her choice of words. Lokun laughed in response. “I’m sure you wouldn’t pull the same trick twice, and even if you did I’m sure I wouldn’t fall for it - don’t want to end up like poor Jak’Zin, would I?” 

“Your apathetic response to your colleague’s death is concerning.” Dooku deliberately chose not to directly respond to the question.

“Says the man who lured the Jedi into doing your dirty work before snuffing him out as soon as he had fulfilled his purpose.” Lokun laughed once more, bitterly this time. “I have lost so many colleagues in this line of work to even give a shit anymore, frankly. One death is a tragedy; many is simply a statistic.”

“You are clearly not coping well.” Dooku responded sternly. “Pull yourself out of the field, and go see a psychiatrist.”

“If it’s not me, then it's another Jedi. What difference does it make in the end?”

“The difference being that I am concerned for your wellbeing. The Order kept pushing you, even after Katri’s death. You were not given any proper time to grieve and cope with your sudden change of circumstances. Instead you have been thrown hastily into knighthood and out to do their bidding that’s where you have been ever since. You were not even given the opportunity to mentor a padawan of your own, were you not?”

Lokun looked down. “No. It doesn't matter, because I never wanted any. Why do you care?” the woman now huffed, one eyebrow raised stubbornly. Dooku resisted the urge to reach over and shake the woman to her senses. For all her brilliance, she was indeed rather idiotic when it came to the emotional quotient. 

“You know why.” Though his tone of voice conveyed a sense of confidence and absolution in his convictions, the truth is he didn't have a proper answer. Why her indeed? It was the one question that reappeared time and time again in the recesses of his mind. Though he prided himself as being an individual who deals with adversity head on,  this was the one question in which for the past 10+ years since knowing her he never committed to answering.

“Spare me the bullshit.” Lokun spat through gritted teeth. “Don’t think you can pull off that same trick you did with Jaz’kin in order to get him to reveal information to you. I know you too well to fall for that.”

“And I’m not asking you for any. I’m just suggesting that whatever you need to do here, finish it up and get back to Coruscant with haste. Step down from your role as espionage agent and take on a padawan.” Dooku now looked towards his former student. “You have always been a natural with the younglings. You will make a better teacher than I ever had been.” the last sentence was muttered softly mostly to himself, almost like a confession. 

Lokun now exhaled sharply from her nostrils and the duo fell into an awkward silence, each deep in their own thoughts. After a few minutes the Jedi got up to leave.

“What about the man in the back? What are you going to do about him?”

The woman turned around and simply smiled, the dim lighting of the bar giving her heavily made-up face an eerie undertone.

“Nothing. He died 5 minutes ago.”

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Sullust was a volcanic planet located in the Outer Rim. Home to the Sullustan species, Sullust was rich in minerals and an important industrial planet due to its position in trade routes. Sullust seceded from the Republic during the Clone Wars, and subsequently was taken over by the Empire. Hardline stances by the Imperial-influenced SoroSuub Corporation led resistance cells to develop, who took control of the planet.

Source: Star Wars: Age of Rebellion Core Rulebook (Art: David Ardila; 2014)

First Appearance: Star Wars: Episode VI Return of the Jedi (1983)

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SoroSuub Factory Concept Art for the Star Wars Battlefront by Anton Grandert

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Illustration by Storn Cook. “Cracken's Threat Dossier.” June, 1997.

The West End Games roleplaying supplement “Cracken’s Threat Dossier” first depicted Mara Jade’s ship, the Jade’s Fire, a SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000. Storn Cook illustrated dozens of ships in “Cracken’s Threat Dossier,” and was kind enough to answer questions for Jade Crusades in 2002. Below is Part 2 from that interview!

You produced the first illustration of Mara's ship, the Jade's Fire. How did you come up with its appearance?

Heh. Gundam's War in the Pocket? I have an old cell book from that anime movie with prelim starship designs.  I borrowed some design elements off some of the starships in there. And combined it with the pleasure barge from Return of the Jedi. I'm not sure what I read in the text to combine those elements. But I'm pretty happy with Jade's Fire.

What was it like creating so many illustrations from different Star Wars books - “The Courtship of Princess Leia,” "The Black Fleet Crisis Trilogy," and "The Corellian Trilogy."

A blur. I had just met my girlfriend, and I was working on these illustrations 12 hours a day. Since she was an interior design student and had art experience, I pressed her into service (thanks Susanne) doing black backgrounds for space and dotting it with stars. But I remember feeling that it was a turning point in my career. That my work was kicked up a notch. For so many illustrations in three weeks, I look back on it and I'm fairly happy with the "fairly" consistent quality.

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[manfrommars2049]

SoroSuub MF-63p Missile Frigate By Shoguneagle & AdamKop via ImaginaryStarships

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Star Wars Alien Species - Sarkan

Sarka was a Mid Rim planet and the homeworld of the Sarkan species.

Sarkans were noted for the wealth of their society, thanks to the mineral riches of their home world. Sarka was the only known source of nova rubies, a gemstone common on Sarka but impossible to find on any other known world. Sarkans often wore loose robes decorated with gemstones. Though valued by non-Sarkan "barbarians", Sarkans actually considered the gems to be mostly useless.

Sarkans were also noted for their excruciatingly complex and protracted protocol rituals. For example, when greeting an ambassador, it was necessary to begin with a greeting in one of the five major Sarkan languages. This greeting had to include the greeter's life story, an account of all of the battles the greeter had won, the value and number of gems mined, and all of the mates acquired in the greeter's life. If a greeting took less than one full hour, the ambassador would either take it as an insult (thinking the greeter considered the ambassador not worth a proper greeting) or as proof that the greeter was unimportant and could be ignored. Diplomatic greetings could take up to eight hours. After the greetings came ritual dances, which could themselves take three hours. Though tailless species were excused this duty, any breach in the protocol of the dance by someone with a tail would be taken as a flagrant insult. Those who violated the protocols of the greetings or of the dances would be removed from an ambassador's presence, sometimes violently.

Sarkan culture originally revolved around a caste structure. As a hold-over of this time, Sarkans in later years almost always traveled in groups of three or more. Lone Sarkans were usually outcasts from Sarkan culture, exiled for some offense committed on Sarka.

Sarkans valued the natural beauty of their homeworld, especially its dense jungles and its bejewelled mountains. Their few cities were located in complex cave systems, usually near underground hot springs to keep the cold-blooded Sarkans warm at night. These cave cities, while apparently crude at first glance, contained all forms of modern luxuries and amenities. The Sarkan cave networks were also connected to their rich gem mines.

When the Galactic Empire was in power, the Sarkans reluctantly relaxed their protocol requirements when dealing with Humans and while negotiating with corporations with strong Imperial connections. This changed after the Sarkans learned of Palpatine's death. Refusing to countenance any further insults, they quickly reverted to their old standards. In one incident, they surprised a representative from SoroSuub by demanding a formal greeting, and cut off trade relations with SoroSuub for several years when their demands were not met. After the fall of the Galactic Empire, the wealthy Sarkans became one of the more powerful factions in the New Republic. During the Thrawn campaign, the New Republic and the Sarkans were negotiating a shipping treaty. In return for access to Sarkan trade, the Sarkans hoped to have the Republic establish a military presence on Sarka. By 19 ABY, Sarkan traders were seen as far from Sarka as Iphigin in the Core Worlds.

Sarkans, a tall species, with sharp fangs, thick scaly skins, and small claws on their fingers. The Sarkans' yellow eyes gave them excellent night vision. They were a cold-blooded species, who could die in less than twenty minutes if exposed to freezing temperatures.

Sarkan claws were not their most effective natural weapon — instead, trained Sarkan martial artists whipped or bludgeoned their opponents with their thick, muscular tails. Sarkans varnished and painted their claws for decorative purposes.

Sarkans were apparently related to the Barabels, though no conclusive genetic links were known.

Sarkans were a tall species, often over 2 meters or 6.6 feet tall.

Sarkans age at the following stages:

1 - 2 Child

3 - 18 Young Adult

19 - 50 Adult

51 - 79 Middle Age

80 - 95 Old

Examples of Names: B'neer, Demesk, Fisuran, Ganis, Jilieren, Melas, Siran, Sonus, Tybellor, U'vala.

Languages: Sarkese, the native language of the Sarkan species. It was a complex language that used subtle body gestures as well as sounds.

Most Sarkans, specially diplomats and scouts, were fluent in both Sarkese and Basic, although they were only literate in their own language.

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The Lady Luck—a SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000—was the personal starship of gambler and Rebel Alliance/New Republic hero Lando Calrissian. The ship was named after Ymile, the girlfriend of Dominic Raynor, who secretly helped Lando win Cloud City from Raynor, and whom Lando nicknamed his "Lady Luck" for her assistance.

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Lando Calrissian's Modified SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000 "Lady Luck"

Source: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (Del Rey, 1996)

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My Ship Will Be the Entry Fee

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:44:45

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Do love dyon stealing the sorosuub that Ves brought there and naming it “Bright Sun”. I know he didn’t cut it in the Jedi academy but I love Dyon all the same

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The tractor part three

A greater whipkillow flew high above the winding mountain road, its vee-shaped body held aloft by warm thermal updrafts. It followed the racy Sorosuub speeder for a few klicks– then, deciding that its occupants were too large to make a meal of–gracefully rolled toward the west and soared on. Zeb handled the winding two-lane with no trouble whatsoever. After all, he had cut his driving fangs on roads like this one when he was a kid no bigger than Puggles. Speaking of Puggles. He thought to himself. He checked his chrono and sighed. One agonizing hour of awkward silence had passed. Under normal circumstances, it was a blessing when Puggles was quiet but this silent treatment was driving Zeb mynock-shit crazy. He cleared his throat and pointed over his shoulder to the small back seat of the speeder where a plastoid packing crate sat. “So, I found the perfect parts for pa’s tractor.” There was a long pause, then- “Whoop-dee-diddley doo.” Puggles finally said, under his breath. “Actually,” Zeb continued. “I found a lot of good parts. Do you think pa would like a high performance tractor engine? Sure would make pa Lunxx jealous.” The little brown lasat sat up in his seat and tagged his cousin with a glossy-eyed stare. “ I cain’t believe yew! Yer jus gunna ferget what y said t’ me back there in thee city? Talk to me like nuttin' ever happened? Puggles ain’t got no feelin’s, huh? Tis a’right t’ tear him down. It ain’t like he’s a normal lasat anyway.” “Puggles, about what I said– “Hells, Zeb!” The big purple lasat was cut off. “I know I’m a drunk. I admit it. I ain’t never hid it from nobody. Not Jenni, not Ma nor Pa nor thee bounty hunters’ guild. Sure I got the thirst. I got the shakes right now thinking ‘bout my next cold one. It hurt a little when yew threw that in my face, but when yew called me disgustin, I don’t know’. . . Twas like a dagger in th’ heart. Like ol’ Puggles is so unpleasant and rotten and such that yew wanna un-relate yerself to him.” Zeb’s eyes widened. “No, no. You’re getting me wrong. I didn’t mean that at all. I was just mad.” “I could feel it, Zeb. Deep in my innards. I has t’ get it through my noggin that yew is all growed up and smart an’ stuff.” The little lasat knocked on his fuzzy head. “My brain ain’t like a citified brain. I cain’t keep up wit yew there. I unnerstand why yew hate me and hate me bee’in round yer friends. I’m a bigger shame t’ yew than yer no-good daddy.” Great big tears spilled down Puggles’ cheeks. Zeb pulled off the road onto the evergreen needle strewn shoulder. “Shows how little you know.” He grabbed Puggles and squeezed him tight. It wasn’t as much of a comforting hug as it was a need-to-be-comforted hug. “I love you, cousin. It's just. . . Well, it’s really me, not you. I have a lot of new friends, and I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I feel out of place in the city. In the academy. I doubt myself. I always wonder if I’m smart enough or strong enough or if I give off the right ‘warrior vibe’. Lasats make fun of my accent. Sometimes my superiors say I’m extremely talented . . . for a hayseed! What’s that supposed to mean? Am I impressing them or not? My grades speak for themselves, but what am I saying? Will lasats take me seriously? Am I Honor guard material or am I some sort of joke?” Puggles squirmed out of Zeb’s crushing grasp, grabbed his shoulders and looked at him. The purple lasat was panting. His eyes were bulging and his stress-scent was blooming. “They called you a hayseed? A karabastin’ hayseed?? What a bunch of . . . y’ know what? Kark them book-humpin’ tea drinkin’ art gallery attendin’ formal attire and what-have-you wearin’ assholes! I seed you study war strategies all day, straight thru suppertime and into thee night! Yew’ve climbed ironwood trees to the tippy-top and down in twenty seconds and bench pressed hammerhead calfs until they wuz full-grown bulls!! Yew is smart enough and strong enough and y’ has a right-impressive dignity. Ain't no lie Zeb. All yew gotta work on iz yer patience. Y’ cain

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Nien Nunb was a Sullustan smuggler who eventually fell into service with the Rebel Alliance. A successful spacer, Nunb started working illegally against the SoroSuub Corporation after their Imperial takeover. After officially joining the Rebellion to effect further change, Nunb was chosen by the illustrious Lando Calrissian to serve as his copilot during the Battle of Endor.

Source: The New Essential Guide to Characters (Art: Michael Sutfin; 2002)

First Appearance: Star Wars: Return of the Jedi novel (1983)

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