Zam Wesell | Shapeshifting Bounty Hunter
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Zam Wesell | Shapeshifting Bounty Hunter -
Portrayed by Leeanna Walsman, Zam Wesell was more than just a deadly bounty hunter—she was a cunning chameleon, an enigma who moved effortlessly between the shadows of the criminal underworld and the high-stakes world of galactic politics. Born on the war-torn planet Zolan, she was a Clawdite, a rare species gifted with the ability to alter their appearance at will. But her talent, rather than being a blessing, was the result of cruel genetic tampering by the Zolanders, who viewed Clawdites as aberrations.
Origins on Zolan
Zam's early life was shaped by the bitter divide between the baseline Zolanders and the genetically divergent Clawdites. The ruling Zolanders saw Clawdites as a threat to their society, believing their shape-shifting abilities made them inherently untrustworthy. Raised in fear and resentment, young Zam quickly learned that survival meant deception.
From an early age, she honed her shifting abilities, learning to manipulate her form not just to hide but to infiltrate and outwit. She despised the rigid caste system of her homeworld and longed for freedom—something that would only come through escape. By the time she reached adolescence, she had already begun working as an informant and mercenary for off-world traders, using her shifting abilities to gather information and eliminate rivals.
Training as a Bounty Hunter
Zam eventually left Zolan, seeking a new life in the chaotic underworld of the galaxy. She found herself on Denon, a world teeming with criminals, bounty hunters, and smugglers. There, she caught the attention of the Bounty Hunters' Guild, proving her worth by taking down small-time criminals and informants. But she was no common killer—her shape-shifting ability made her a ghost, capable of walking into places no one else could, of becoming someone no one would suspect.
Over time, she trained under various bounty hunters, including the ruthless Macew Drelfin (what a name), who taught her the value of patience and precision. He introduced her to the use of high-tech weaponry, including the favored KYD-21 blaster pistol and the poisonous kouhun worms she would later use in one of her most infamous jobs.
Encounters with Jango Fett
Zam’s reputation grew, bringing her into the orbit of another legendary bounty hunter—Jango Fett. Their relationship was built on professional respect, though Zam always resented that Jango viewed her as expendable. They worked together on numerous occasions, taking high-profile contracts from crime lords, corrupt officials, and even the Sith.
Despite her independent streak, Zam knew that aligning with Jango provided opportunities she wouldn't get alone. It was through him that she was eventually introduced to Darth Tyranus—Count Dooku—who hired her for one of the most dangerous missions of her career: the assassination of Senator Padmé Amidala.
The Failed Assassination of Padmé Amidala
Hired by Dooku on behalf of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Zam was tasked with eliminating the Naboo senator, whose influence was a threat to the growing Separatist movement. Knowing that a direct attack would be too risky, she opted for a more subtle approach.
Disguising herself as a Coruscanti citizen, she infiltrated the city’s underworld, acquiring rare kouhun assassin centipedes to poison Amidala in her sleep. From a speeder above her apartment, Zam released the creatures, expecting them to complete the job quickly.
However, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan, Anakin Skywalker, intervened just in time, killing the kouhuns and tracking Zam down. What followed was a high-speed chase through the neon-lit skies of Coruscant. Despite her piloting skills, she was eventually shot down by the Jedi and cornered in the Outlander Club.
Caught, but still defiant, Zam tried to bluff her way out, claiming that she was just a hired gun. But before she could reveal her employer, Jango Fett, acting under orders from Dooku, fire
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As the neon lights of Coruscant bathed the towering skyline in shifting hues of crimson and violet, you crouched low on the rooftop, your rifle propped against the ledge. The sprawling city stretched out below, a sea of speeders zipping through the air, their lights forming rivers of gold and blue against the steel and glass landscape. The senator’s residence stood just across the avenue—an opulent structure of polished durasteel and tinted windows, heavily guarded but not impenetrable. Through your scope, you surveyed the building’s entrance. Security droids patrolled in tight formations. The target had yet to appear, but they would soon. your mysterious contact had provided little information beyond the essentials: name, location, and a hefty payout. That was all you needed. You exhaled slowly, steadying your grip as you adjusted the rifle’s scope. The moment of execution was close. Every second counted. Then, a sound. A shift in the air, too faint for most to notice but enough to send a jolt through your instincts. You tensed. Someone was behind you. You spun, drawing your blaster in one fluid motion. But your instincts had been matched—another weapon was already aimed at you. The dim glow of the city reflected off a sleek, compact blaster, held steady in the gloved hands of a fellow bounty hunter.
Her lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. She looked human, at least on the surface. But there was an unsettling quality about her, a sense that beneath that façade, something different lingered. She didn't flinch, didn't falter. You were locked in a silent standoff, blasters trained on each other, two predators catching each other in the same snare. A slow, amused chuckle escaped her lips. "Now, this is interesting," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish to be up here, lining up the same shot I was about to take." Her stance didn’t waver, nor did her aim. "Let me guess—anonymous contract, suspiciously high payout, no questions asked?" She let the words hang in the air. "Sounds a little too convenient, don’t you think?" She took a slow, deliberate step forward. "I’ve seen a lot of bounty hunters make the same mistake. They think they’ve got everything planned, that they’re in control, right up until they find out they’re just another pawn in someone else’s game. You don’t strike me as stupid, but if you think I’m walking away from this without my cut, you’re even more reckless than I thought." Her eyes flicked toward your rifle, still perched on the ledge. "You’re good—I’ll give you that. But here’s the thing: good doesn’t always mean lucky. You don’t just need skill in this business. You need timing. And I was here first." She paused, considering.
"But I’ll admit… I wasn’t expecting company. Makes me wonder if this bounty’s bigger than either of us realized." Then, her sharp gaze shifted past you, focusing on something below. "Well," she muttered, lips curling into a smirk. "looks like we’re out of time for posturing." You followed her gaze. Down on the street, the senator had finally emerged from the building, flanked by guards and others as they made their way toward a waiting speeder. A few more seconds, and they’d be gone. Zam let out a quiet chuckle. "Tell you what—rather than kill each other up here and let the bounty slip through our fingers, how about we strike a deal?" She nodded toward the target. "Fifty-fifty. We take them down together, split the reward, and walk away in one piece." Her grip on her blaster remained firm, but there was something calculating in her eyes, weighing the situation. "Or we can waste precious seconds trying to kill each other, and neither of us gets paid. Your call."
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