Mon Calamari Technician (Outlaw Tech)
REAL NAME
Kelruun Vass’ek
(Almost nobody knows this. He introduces himself too fast and quietly for anyone to ask.)
NICKNAME “Bulkhead”
“It’s ironic. I’m not big. I just reinforce things. A lot.”
ORIGINS
Kelruun was born beneath the oceans of Dac, in a Mon Calamari city known more for its shipwright academies than its military glory. From a young age, he showed an unnerving relationship with machines. Not talent , empathy. He listened to engines the way other Mon Calamari listened to currents.
He spoke little. When he did, it was often to machines.
He washed out of formal shipwright training, not because he lacked skill, but because he panicked under observation. Exams, overseers, critiques,his hands would shake, gills fluttering, voice cracking into static.
But alone in a maintenance bay?
Perfect work. Inspired work.
FALL INTO THE FRINGE
The Clone Wars and later Imperial occupation choked the legitimate trade routes. Kelruun followed work where it went: back-alley dry docks, pirate refits, slicer dens, half-legal scrapyards orbiting dead moons.
That’s where he earned the name Bulkhead.
Not because he was tough—but because nothing he worked on ever catastrophically failed.
Smugglers noticed.
“I don’t make things pretty. I make them survive.”
He became an Outlaw Tech, specializing in:
Illegal ship modifications
Improvised weapon systems
Jury-rigged hyperdrives
“This-should-not-work-but-it-does” solutions
He was never loud about it. Never bragged. Just quietly installed extra bracing, redundant power couplings, hidden bypasses.
“I don’t trust single points of failure. Or people. Or… conversations longer than thirty seconds.”
THE FAVOR – OBLIGATION
Bulkhead’s Obligation is a Favor owed to someone he never should have met:
Admiral Rhaelis Korr
A high-ranking Imperial logistics strategist, publicly loyal, privately pragmatic and dangerously perceptive.
Years ago, Bulkhead was arrested during a raid on a black-market shipyard. The charges would have meant labor camps.
Instead, Admiral Korr pulled him out.
Why?
Because Bulkhead had unknowingly modified a courier ship Korr depended on—adding subtle reinforcements and power reroutes that allowed it to survive an assassination attempt.
Korr saw value.
“He looked at my work like he could see through the hull. That’s… that’s not normal.”
Korr erased his record.
In return?
“One favor. Someday.”
No timeframe. No details. Just a quiet promise that will come due.
“I don’t like unknown variables. This one wakes me up at night.”
Bulkhead knows refusing isn’t an option.
He also knows helping an Imperial admiral could destroy what little moral ground he stands on.
PERSONALITY : NERVOUS GENIUS
Bulkhead is:
Soft-spoken
Chronically anxious
Socially awkward to the point of self-sabotage
He avoids eye contact. Overexplains when stressed. Apologizes while fixing things.
“Sorry— sorry— that spark was supposed to happen, actually.”
But when systems fail?
When blaster fire hits the hull?
When alarms scream?
He becomes calm, precise, terrifyingly effective.
“Okay. Okay. Fire on deck three, power bleed in the starboard coupler, life support’s lying to us— yeah. I can fix this.”
He doesn’t see himself as brave.
Others disagree.
REPUTATION
Among criminals:
“If Bulkhead worked on it, it’ll fly.”