Tobbi Dala

Dengar shook his ringing head, and rolled to his feet well away from a brand new and still smoking crater. It was another close call for someone who fancied himself one of the galaxy's elite bounty hunters. So much for the ambush he had hoped to spring on his quarry. Those damned Mandalorians had turned the tables almost instantly. As the remaining stormtroopers rallied and laid cover fire, Dengar decided to slip away before it all went sour.

He really should've known better, but the Suprema, the alien overlord of Mandalore made it sound so tempting. Who better to capture a pair of rogue Mandalorian Protectors than someone who'd worked with one himself? Dengar figured they'd be no better than that poseur who got his helmet handed to him after failing to close the contract on Adar Tallon, but it was clear this fellow was just a good as Fett.

Dengar and the stormtroopers had launched a surprise attack on a merchant caravan in hopes of drawing out the outlaws hidden in the jungle. The rebels were much closer than anyone would've guessed, and just one of the Protectors had quickly and efficiently brought the fight to the Imperials. To make matters worse, there was still one more out in the jungle somewhere.

No, it was time to go. Dengar made it to his swoop-bike, and launched off into the jungle back towards the Kedalbe starport.

It was only because Dengar had seen Boba Fett in action that he was able to avoid what happened next. The jetpack-launched rocket screamed past Dengar just as he swerved the swoop clear. The rocket detonated inside a patch of giant mushrooms, and the swoop raced through the blossoming fireball.

Coughing and wiping ash from his face, Dengar hit the accelerator. Propelled by the suit's jetpack, the Mandalorian dashed over and around the massive trees of the overgrown jungle and kept right on the bounty hunter's heels. Without any open terrain, Dengar was unable to put any distance between him and the pursuing super-commando.

Blaster bolts rang off the swoop's engine panels. Dengar knew all too well that he couldn't take much more of this. He veered off in hopes of bringing the fight to the Mandalorian.

Suddenly, something struck his swoop. This time it was no laser blast. Dengar turned and saw a magnetic hook attached to his swoop's fusion exhaust and a cable stretching back to the armored Mandalorian. Dengar's grin was a snarl. The Protector had made his first mistake. Battle armor or not, there was no way, he'd be able to out-power Dengar's favorite swoop.

Dengar looked back as he gunned the engine. Too late he realized there was no mistake. The Mandalorian anchored the line to a tree trunk, the line went taut, and suddenly the swoop stopped moving.

Dengar, however, kept going.

He landed hard, rolling over and over through the tangled bramble of the Mandalorian jungle. He cursed the cybernetic limbs that once again saved his life and stumbled to his feet. His swoop strained awkwardly against the lanyard before slamming into a nearby tree and exploding.

To Dengar losing a swoop was always a sign of a bad day, and his thoughts turned from escape to revenge. This Mandalorian Protector had everything in his arsenal that Boba Fett did, but Dengar was down to his last blaster pistol. Then Dengar had it. His bounty had a weakness that Boba Fett had long since overcome.

Dengar hoped that the explosion of his swoop could provide him enough cover to make it back to the ambush site. He scrambled through the brush back to where it all started.

Dengar could hear the Mandalorian gaining ground as he crashed onto the trail where the damaged speeders in the caravan lay in ruin. The fight had moved into the jungle, and only the wounded remained behind. Dengar rushed up to the lead skiff and dragged the driver from the wreck. The driver's leg was a bloody mess and he could barely resist.

Dengar activated a signal device implanted in his cybernetic arm and laid the business end of his blaster against the driver's forehead. A moment later the Mandalorian Protector emerged from the jungle, smoke venting from his exhausted jetpack.

"Easy, laddie, it's over," he warned as he approached.

"You've got that right, buddy," Dengar barked back. "If I see the tip of a single rocket dart, or a lick of flame from your thrower, this grubber gets it in the gray matter."

"Forget about me, Tobbi! Protect yourself!" Dengar's prisoner gasped.

Tobbi Dala dropped his blaster rifle and raised his open hands. "Don't worry, Parma, I'll get you outta here. There'll be no rewards paid today to this bountyman."

Dengar scoffed. "See this homing signal? Reinforcements are on the way: troopers, walkers, speeders, whatever else they got back at the City of Bone. That's how much they want you and Shysa. Either way, you're going down. The only question for you is whether this fellow lives to tell the tale." Dengar pressed the blaster against Parma's head even harder.

Not far away, the ringing footsteps of Imperial walkers could be heard. Dengar laughed. "Quicker than I thought. What's it gonna be, Dala?"

Dala took off his helmet and tossed it to the ground. "Let him go, and you'll have your prize."

Dengar turned his blaster on Dala and kicked Parma away. The wounded driver limped clear only after Dala nodded his permission.

Dengar shook his head. "You disappoint me, chum. I thought you super-commandoes were supposed to be the best of the best. Fett would've never been caught like this. You're weak."

"Laddie, I'm a Protector. Since the Clone Wars, I've protected this world agin the likes of you and yer kind. And me mission won't end today, whether you capture me or not. There's strength there that you'll ne'er understand."

Tobbi Dala stood calmly as several squads of Imperial Stormtroopers and a scout walker came into view and surrounded him and Dengar.


• Tobbi Dala

Type: Mandalorian Protector

Height: 1.8 meters

Species: Mandalorian

Sex: Male

Armor Weapons 7D Command 4D+2
Blaster 6D Con 4D+2
Brawling Parry 6D Hide 5D+2
Dodge 6D Search 5D+2
Grenade 4D Sneak 6D+2
Melee Combat 6D
Melee Parry 6D
Missile Weapons 4D
Vehicle Blasters 5D
Intimidation 5D+1 Brawling 7D
Languages 4D+1 Climb/Jump 5D
Law Enforcement 5D+1 Stamina 5D
Streetwise 4D+1
Survival 5D+1
Tactics 4D+1
Willpower 5D+1
Astrogation 5D Armor Repair 6D
Beast Riding 6D Demolition 5D
Jet Pack Operation 7D Repulsorlift Repair 4D
Repulsorlift Operation 6D Security 5D
Space Transports 5D Starfighter Repair 4D
Starship Piloting 6D
Starship Gunnery 6D
Starship Shields 5D
Walker Operation 5D

Force Points: 1

Move: 10

Equipment: Blaster rifle, Mandalorian Super-Commando armor.

Description: Tobbi Dala is a rugged and bald human who speaks with a pleasant brogue. He wears the armor of the infamous Mandalorian Super- Commandos.

A Quote: "But this here uniform... well... it marks me fer a Mandalorian Protector. An' I think it's only fittin'... that I wear it... while protectin'!"


• Tobbi Dala's Battle Armor

Model: Modified Mandalorian Super-Commando Armor

Type: Modified personal battle armor

Cost: Not for sale

Availability: Unique

Game Effects:

Basic Suit: Provides +3D to Strength for physical attacks, +2D for energy attacks. Covers head, torso and arms. No Dexterity penalties.

Wrist Laser: 5D Damage, uses Armor Weapons skill; range: 3-5/25/50

Jet Pack: 125 meters move horizontally, 80 meters, vertically; 25 Charges

Additional Effects: Rocket Dart Launcher, Turbo-Projected Grappling Hook, Sensor Pod, Macrobinoculars, Sound Sensors, Internal Comlink, Broad-Band Antenna, Sealed Enviro Filter (for details see the Boba Fett entry in The Movie Trilogy Sourcebook or Galaxy Guide 3: The Empire Strikes Back)


Tobbi Dala was created by David Michelinie, Gene Day and Tom Palmer.