This request is just for a portrait of the crew of the Barracuda (so, in essence, the first and last paragraphs can be ignored). Artistic license is always welcome -- really the only thing set in stone is their general physical appearance and personality. Also, if you want to illustrate just one, or a handful, of the characters, or maybe even the ship, you're more than welcome. I'll pretty much just take what I can get :D

The crew of the Barracuda is a motley one, comprised of some of the most degenerate scum the galaxy has to offer. The Barracuda herself is an old thing, a Corellian Star Shuttle made of peeling red and white paint and broken parts. In her hold she bears illicit cargo and, various knick-knacks, and an A-Wing (similarly attired in a faded red and white scheme). The two-barrelled turret cannon on the topside of the ship is a puny thing, and often gets stuck on its rotating track, if it does not first overheat. Components across the ship frequently explode.

The captain of this crippled hulk is Vykk Davik, a Zabrak mercenary. His body is covered with black and white Iridonian tattoos. He is noticably well-built, though far from stout or husky -- he stands a good six feet tall. A single tuft of hair protrudes from the front of his scalp, framed by a small crown of head-spikes. This tuft of hair is meticulously maintained, and usually dyed white or gray. Vykk, when not garbed in a set of red-white Shock Clone Trooper armor (he is meticulous when it comes to color-coordinating things with his ship), is usually thus attired (minus the goggles). His arsenal varies with his every whim, and may include such weapons as a DH-17 blaster pistol, a DC-15s blaster carbine, an EE-3 blaster carbine, a DL-22 blaster pistol, a Bryar pistol, various vibroblades, etcetera.

Davik's co-pilot is Denizen, a Rodian Slicer. A worrisome fellow who inconveniently doesn't speak a word of Basic, Denizen sports a stylish mohawk of head frills, the tips of which are dyed a handsome red. His antennaepalps are ashamedly small, which earned him much teasing in his youth, for on Rodia the size of one's antennaepalps are said to be directly proportional to the size of one's manhood. Denizen's penis shortcomings have done nothing to solve his rather skittish, frenetic manner. He speaks in a high voice, his eyes shifty, and his hands are frequently prone to fits of trembling. He is dressed simply, with a ribbed spacer's jacket, small bandolier, bloodstriped pants, and boots. He is (usually) armed with dual heavy blaster pistols. Typically either a sniper rifle or a packful of slice-aiding gadgetry are slung on his back.

The ship's gunner is Gaz, a Kiffar. Average-heighted and bearing a thick crew-cut of navy blue hair, Gaz sports a muscular frame. His traditional Kiffar facial tattoos are a thick line of navy blue under each eye (much like "eye black" used by sportsmen). His face is strong, his jawline well-defined, and a pair of piercing brown eyes sit below somewhat bushy eyebrows. Typically a small amount of stubble covers his cheeks.

Overall, Gaz's appearance can be well-defined as "unkempt." This matches his brash and headstrong personality well (brash and headstrong, yes, though he is by no means unintelligent). He usually wears a navy blue (more color-coordination!) wifebeater, urban camo pants, and combat boots. On his utility belt there hang a number of grenades and detonators, as well as ammo pouches. His weapons are often ridiculously large things, like missile launchers or cip-quads. More frequently, however, at the behest of the captain, he carries a DC-15A blaster rifle into combat.

The Barracuda's resident commando, superseding Gaz in all things heavy weapons, is Turk, a huge Sauvax. Turk is a lumbering lobstrosity of a sentient, and maybe even a little harmlessly insane. He was born without the small dextrous digits under his claws that people of his species use to manipulate objects carefully. As such, he finds such activities as having tea or tying bows ridiculously frustrating and rage-inducing. Any attempt he makes at piloting the ship (which has been necessary from time to time) results in the messy annihilation of the cockpit's instruments. Because of this -- because of his giant lobster claws being frustratingly clumsy and non-compliant -- he is of a fragile mind. A perfect disposition for the ship's heavy weapons expert, surely. He can cut down swaths of enemies with his lumbering chaingun, and blaster bolts tend to carom off his thick exoskeleton. Furthermore, his un-delicate claws are well-suited for chomping people in half. Other than a bandolier across his thorax, he is entirely unclothed.

Every ship needs a quirky droid, and RA-D4 is precisely that. Nicknamed "Rad," he is a one-of-a-kind creation made in the likeness of an Old Republic war droid. He was "procured" by Davik from an abandoned tibbana gas refinery on Bespin, which Rad had been mysteriously tasked to guard by a former owner and then, seemingly, forgotten. Rad is extremely self-assured for a droid and preoccupied with his appearance, conscious of keeping his white exoplating spotless. He is by no means a diva; his concernedness with cleanliness is more of a clinical quirk than anything else. He is utterly demeaning to other droids, especially astromechs, fancying himself superior to all machines. He adopts a similar mindest about organics, though he tends to be subtle in his remonstrations of people -- he fears nothing more than a memory wipe (except maybe poo getting on him).

Rad looks entirely the same as the war droids used prominently several thousand years BBY, except for the small jetpack upon his back. The jetpack is built into his chassis, and is powered by a rather stinking type of fossil fuel (naturally, Rad has no olfactory sensors). Rad is typically armed with one or two E-5 blaster rifles.

Seyla Norr is the ship's woman. (Every ship needs a woman, surely!) And what a womans she is: buxom, blue-skinned, scantily-clad. A twi'lek in every regard, she is the Barracuda's ace starfighter pilot -- that A-Wing in the cargo hold belongs to her. She appears rather young for a person of such ability, and responds to any inquiry about her age with a swift blow. Her and Davik are sparsely romantic, their relationship rocky and infrequent, an on-again-off-again type of affair. She is one of those "strong" woman-types, her independence and kick-assery accruing to make for -- at times -- a magnificent bitch. She usually sports a generic heavy blaster pistol.

The most background character of the Barracuda's crew is her mechanic -- Sami Kleets, a Bith. Sami rarely leaves the ship, his every moment dedicated to fixing everything and anything he comes across. And, usually, everything he comes across aboard the Barracuda needs to be fixed. The ship's venerable age mixed with Davik's dangerous brand of mercenary work results in a ship that seems to be falling apart at the seams (or so the irritable Sami claims). Any time a laser bolt comes anywhere near the hull, or Davik overtaxes the engines even a fraction of an amount, or anyone bumps into some equipment, or pretty much if anyone so much as looks at the Barracuda wrong, Sami is there, lividly holding his spanner at the relevant individual. She is his "baby."

Not only does Sami serve as the ship's tech, but he is the resident cook, and oftentimes serves as the pilot when the rest of the crew is off on some misadventure. His participation in hijinx is typically minimal (as stated, he rarely leaves the ship), though not unheard of. At these times he is usually armed with a stunstick or an ion carbine.

The Barracuda has held a host of other crew across the years, though the above misfits are the principal members. Many characters leave, return, leave again, and new ones appear in their stead. The rogues gallery further includes: Zaerdra and Balfour, Human and Ortolan smuggler duo, one being a recurrent romantic interest for Davik. Drak Nastiss, an errant Nautolan jedi seeking redemption. Mannimarco the Morseerian-Human assassin, oftentimes accompanied by Os, his Selkath pilot. AR-V8, a man's brain in a droid's chassis. Kip Killigan, a former TIE Fighter pilot, and his silent Scout Trooper pal. Frobi Fretter, a Veknoid failure-in-life. The list goes on.