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Wat Tambor
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Wat Tambor was the Foreman of the Techno Union and Executive of Baktoid Armor Workshop, and also held the title of "Emir." He agreed to help fund and supply Count Dooku's separatist government, the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and when war broke out between the Separatists and the Galactic Republic, Tambor began devising new ways to gain a technological advantage. (More Star Wars Characters in profile)
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Wat Tambor is a male Skakoan from the high-pressure world of Skako, known as the Foreman of the Techno Union, Emir of Metalorn, and a prominent figure within the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the Clone Wars. He begins his career as the Techno Union’s representative in the Galactic Senate, but quickly rises to power, leveraging his industrial influence and executive role at Baktoid Armor Workshop to position himself as a key architect of Separatist military strength. Ambitious and calculating, Tambor agrees to fund and supply Count Dooku’s Separatist movement, playing a major role in shaping the droid army that challenges the Galactic Republic.
As the war unfolds, Tambor oversees several critical operations, including the brutal occupation of Ryloth, the deployment of C-B3 cortosis battle droids, and the expansion of Separatist-controlled manufacturing hubs on Metalorn and Xagobah. His methods are ruthless and efficient—he prioritizes production output over civilian welfare, stripping planets of resources and enforcing strict industrial control. On Xagobah, Tambor establishes a heavily fortified stronghold, where he is eventually besieged by Republic forces and bounty hunters. He escapes with the help of General Grievous and later joins the Separatist Council, becoming one of its most powerful and visible leaders.
Tambor, like all Skakoans, survives offworld only by wearing a bulky pressurized environmental suit. Native to a world with a methane-rich, high-pressure atmosphere, he requires constant suit-based life support, which regulates pressure and delivers methane through internal piping. His suit is equipped with hidden weapons, defensive systems, and communication enhancements, making him both a strategic leader and a competent combatant when necessary. Though his speech is slowed and distorted by mechanical modulation, Tambor speaks in Basic as well as several other languages, including Skakoform, Binary, and Verpine.
Cold and analytical, Tambor views the galaxy through the lens of industrial potential. He expresses pride in his systems and designs, particularly those implemented on Metalorn, and envisions a galaxy governed by technocratic efficiency under Separatist rule. His disregard for the common populace and obsession with productivity make him a symbol of corporate authoritarianism within the Confederacy. Tambor carefully maintains a politically neutral appearance, even after the Battle of Geonosis, hoping to preserve deniability and shield himself from legal consequences. Despite this effort, his involvement becomes too overt to conceal.
Spiritually, Tambor is deeply connected to Skakoan tradition. He undergoes a pilgrimage to the Power Mounds, a sacred rite among his people that few offworld Skakoans attempt. His religious devotion, however, does not prevent him from pursuing power.
Appearance: Wat Tambor is a tall, humanoid Skakoan encased entirely within a bulky, high-pressure environmental suit designed for survival outside his native atmosphere. His head is green and cylindrical, with a mechanical breather apparatus built into the lower half, flanked by two large circular vocalizers or filter vents that protrude from either side of his jaw. His eyes are small, round, and dark, set beneath goggles.
The upper portion of his body is protected by a broad, metallic chestplate with intricate paneling and piping. This armor is polished and bronze-toned, reinforced over the shoulders and upper torso, and appears welded or riveted into the rest of the pressure system. The suit integrates seamlessly into a long, robe-like lower garment. The outer robe is deep blue with subtle texture and flows down to his feet, split at the center by a vertical strip of ribbed, metallic gold fabric that functions as a reinforced seal or pressure housing. A short bronze hem lines the bottom of the robe. Tambor wears black gloves, and beneath the armor, his sleeves are dark with bright blue vertical stripes that reflect his Techno Union rank colors.
The Clone Wars (22–19 BBY), also known as the Clone War and the Great Clone War, was the name given to the major galactic conflict fought between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The war was named after the clone troopers utilized by the Republic against the battle droid forces of the Separatists. These armies, the Grand Army of the Republic and the Separatist Droid Army, were two of the largest ever pitted against each other in galactic history, and the fighting between them rapidly spread to countless inhabited worlds.
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The skies over the city glow a sickly orange, streaked with ash and exhaust from the landing craft that descend like iron insects. Civilians scatter through the narrow streets below, some fleeing, others frozen in disbelief as towering battle droids begin their march through the outer districts. The hum of repulsorlift engines grows louder. From the largest of the transports, a boarding ramp extends with a hiss of pressurized air.
Wat Tambor descends slowly, step by calculated step, the mechanized exhale of his pressure suit echoing over the silent crowd. His feet strike the ground with heavy purpose, the embroidered hem of his deep blue robes brushing the ash-covered stone. Behind him, ranks of Techno Union combat droids deploy with mechanical efficiency—cold, expressionless, and armed.
He surveys the city’s skyline: aging infrastructure, outdated defenses, inefficient distribution grids. His vocoder clicks as he adjusts a dial on his chestplate. When he speaks, his voice grinds through static, mechanical and commanding.
“Production begins at dawn. Resistance will be recalculated into output losses.”
"With these new battle droids we built for you, you'll have the finest army in the galaxy."
"It appears a surrender is unnecessary. We will all perish for the glory of the Separatist Alliance."
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