Joben T-85 Speeder Bike has been painstakingly cared for, and even upon close examination it appears as though Joben T-85 Speeder Bike was freshly off the manufacturing line. Absent of any scratches, dents or even the slightest imperfections, the only thing missing is the new vehicle smell.

Sometime before it came into Sera's possession, this B-1 appears to have been reprogrammed to act as a training droid, perhaps explaining the sheer degree of wear and tear present across its chassis. Whatever the case, the droid appears to have had its memory-module modified specifically for this purpose; it has a particular knack for remembering forms and patterns of combat that it has witnessed, and mimicking them later on. Although it lacks any real mastery, the multiplicity of fighting styles aids in the bot's teaching abilities; it is the perfect first opponent for any new trainee... with some degree of lethality held in reserve. Just in case.

Unfortunately, the droid's training programs and expanded memory make it... belligerent. Simply put, it has a tendency to pick fights; droids, people, animals. Anything that just so happens to test it, or challenge it in any sort of way, can expect a fight; all to improve the training regimen, of course.

Sera's B-1, at the time of purchase, appears to have been blasted apart and reconstructed at least a dozen times over, if not more. No single one of its parts matches with the rest of its chassis; its main torso a dull, sandy red, likely destined for Geonosis, its limbs a mish-mash of various colors and components, while its head is bare steel, as if it had been pulled right off the assembly line before being flash-welded on. To add insult to injury, each piece bears varying degrees of battle damage, some brand new, others badly scarred. A few parts appear to have been fixed on with glue; how the thing still runs is anyone's guess.

It certainly won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon... but, at least it has character.

If this B-1 has ever been fitted with a restraining bolt, it doesn't seem to show it. This droids spouts more profanities and insults than the most ill-bred of mercenary captains, constantly issuing a sharp-tongued diatribe to any and all who have presented themselves as targets, or simply entered into its presence. The B-1 has a specific knack for scathing remarks concerning the parentage of its victims; although, in dual measure, a great deal of its verbal jabs actually present modicums of helpful advice, hidden beneath layers of seeming cruelty.

Sera's beloved dagger is touched with all of the earmarks of a tribal construction and doting maintenance. The blade is bright, displaying the smooth, warbling-teardrop pattern distinctive to the zabraki process of weapon-forging, tapering smoothly into a dark, bantha-hide grip, marked by years of use.

Sera's dagger was built with a customized grip, constructed of interwoven straps of dried bantha hide. It is exceptionally comfortable, and molded over years to fit well into her grasp. It is not, however, built for durability, and requiring Sera to replace it on a regular basis. Moreover, it is highly recognizable; anyone with a half decent memory could pick this weapon out of a lineup and pin it to Sera. At least she'll never need to worry about it being dropped into the clan lost & found.

This dagger’s blade is specifically weight in order to balance where it conjoins with the hilt, providing a central point of mass in order to maximize spin during flight when thrown. However, the actual impact of the weapon when used in such a matter is limited; anything less than a superb throw will produce only a superficial wound, something even the most highly-trained individual would find difficult to guarantee. Furthermore, in the event that the throw is missed, or causes only a light wound, the user will find themselves short a dagger for the time being.

Despite the fact that she is constantly drenched in pointy, stabby gear, Sera decided to seek out a kinder, more honorable venom for her new vambraces. A simple, non-addictive tranquilizer, based off a zabraki tribal formula normally used for runaway herd-animals, does the trick well. It works upon entering the blood-streaming, slowing down neural transmission to induce drowsiness, grogginess, and sleep. Depending on the size and constitution of the opponent upon which it is used, the sedative might work in only a few second or several, and can cause unconsciousness lasting from ten minutes at the least, to around six hours at the most.

Of course, Sera isn't particularly skilled at mixing the tranquilizer, or applying it properly. She does so very, very carefully... and has winded up knocking herself out more than once.

“Unique” would certainly be one word for this weapon. Like the weapons of the ancient zabraki, this weapon’s handle has been carved directly from the bone of a large predator taken during the hunt; in this case, the foreclaw of a Tarantatek. The flawless ivory handle fits well with the weapon’s curved blade; the quality of the craftsmanship is obvious.

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Armorweave Cloak is a typical drab brown color, with definite signs of wear and tear near the seams and edges. It looks as if this Armorweave Cloak has seen many miles on it with constant heavy use.

Combat Suit has been designed with an urban scheme camouflage. Each component of the armor has been applied with a mingled pattern of gray tones to better blend with an urban environment.

Combat Suit has been adjusted to minimize the sounds produced through every day movement in comparison to other Combat Suit. As a result, Sera Kaern has sacrificed the standard protection in favor of stealth.

Family Heirloom is an ancient weapon that has been passed down for generations, having become synonymous with the current head of the family. It has lost its usefulness in battle and carries a more sentimental value now.