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Post by DapperGentleman on Jan 12, 2017 19:48:30 GMT -5
Technical Specifications Ship Name: The GarrisonAllegiance: Imperial Remnant Captain: Elara Pike Owner: Imperial Remnant/Deckard Pike Active Characters: Deckard Pike, Iverram Winteur Class: Shuttle Model: Mu-2 Class Long Range Shuttle Armament: Laser Cannons (2) Other Notables: The large amount of cargo space has largely been filled with scanning equipment, listening devices and a communications array. Complements Fleet: The Garrison does not generally follow a fleet, though it can attach to one and will do so if The Arbiter is assigned to one. Hangar: None Vehicles: Often carries a few 74-Z Speeder Bikes Crew: Elara Pike (Pilot); (Acting Co-Pilot is most often Herebrand Abraros) Service Record The Garrison started its career as a scouting vessel for the Galactic Empire. Eventually, sometime before the Battle of Yavin, the ship was disabled by Rebels after jumping almost directly into the opposing force with no aid. It had been sent to scout the system, which was thought to have previously housed a Rebel base. The only part they were wrong about was the word "previously." At some point, the ship somehow ended up being used by a smuggler to get past Imperial Blockades. Between 5 ABY and 12 ABY, the ship came into the possession of a politician and Moff of the Imperial Remnant. It was used as his personal shuttle and transported him and his Stormtrooper compliment to and from ships and planets. Little happened and the ship continued to be used this way until about 18 ABY, when it was reclaimed and outfitted with a few simple modifications, removing some cargo space in return for added signal range and scanning abilities, the ability to act as a simple listening post and a comms array. Along with The Arbiter, the Mu 2-Class shuttle had been selected as a resource for one of the experimental Stormtrooper programs, Scalpel Squad.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Jan 12, 2017 19:47:47 GMT -5
Technical Specifications Ship Name: The ArbiterAllegiance: Imperial Remnant Captain: Senior Captain Helrund Cander Owner: Imperial Remnant Active Characters: Sergeant Deckard Pike, Corporal Iverram Winteur Class: Corvette Model: Kuat Drive Yards Raider II-Class Armament: Dual Heavy Laser Cannons (6), Single Turbolasers (2), Ion Cannons (2) Other Notables: Modified Cargo Bay Complements Fleet: The Arbiter normally operates independent of any Imperial Remnant fleet, but could be ordered to work in tandem with one. The 12-man Scythe TIE/D Defender Squadron does accompany the ship. Hangar: One of the ships's cargo bays has been converted into a hangar bay large enough to fit a single modified Mu 2-Class Shuttle. Vehicles: Some 74-Z Speeder Bikes are stored aboard the Corvette Crew: The Arbiter utilizes a crew of 120, slightly less than the crew of most Raiders, due to the complete removal of one cargo bay, the reduced size of the other cargo bay and the fact that the remaining cargo bay mostly houses long-term supplies like rations, weapons, munitions and other supplies. Service Record The Arbiter, once known as The Onslaught, was manufactured by Kuat Drive Yards in 0 BBY to combat the growing Rebel threat and their dependence on starfighter tactics. It served in various battles between 0 BBY and 10 ABY, when it was eventually mothballed and placed in an Imperial Reserve Fleet, where it saw little to no action over the next six plus years. Somewhere between 16 ABY and 20 ABY, The Onslaught was selected to be the compliment ship to the elite Stormtrooper group known as Scalpel Squad, which was in development during this time, its members currently undergoing various training regimens. The ship was modified to be able to house a Mu 2-Class Shuttle and function with a slightly smaller crew. Command of the ship and its TIE Defender compliment were given to Helrund Cander, a Senior Captain in the Imperial Navy. Though Helrund was accustomed to being in charge of slightly larger forces, usually including a capital ship and light cruisers. Nonetheless, he quickly accepted reassignment to The Arbiter and took command of the Corvette and Scythe Squadron. Since it was redeployed, The Arbiter has not really seen much action. Most of its job consists of acting as an armed transport for Scalpel Squad. Though the ship rarely sees combat, it can surely hold its own. It does occasionally have to engage pirates, other small flight groups or single ships.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Jan 12, 2017 19:45:59 GMT -5
General Information Name: Deckard Pike Nicknames/Aliases: SU-SS-0000; "Zeros" Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 41 Standard Years Homeworld: Bastion Appearance Height: Six Feet, Four Inches Weight: 182 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Style: Short Cut Hair Color: Salt and Pepper Facial Hair: Mustache Skin Color: White Build: Athletic Distinguishing Features: Mustache, Green Eyes, Salt and Pepper Hair Apparel: Black Experimental Armor Expanded upon from Tarkin Initiative, White Pauldron Weaponry: DLT-19X Targeting Blaster Rifle, E-11D Blaster Rifle, SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster Equipment: Macrobinoculars, Nightview Macrobinoculars, Resonator Key, Communications Scrambler, Thermal Detonators (4), PAT-19 Proximity Charges (2), RADP-7 Remote Charges (2), TBD-12g Breaching Grenades (2), Vibroknife Other Details Profession: Stormtrooper and Sergeant of Scalpel Squad Skills: Infiltration, Unarmed Combat, Small Arms Use, Heavy Weapons Use, Sharpshooting, Survival Force-Sensitive: No Training: Basic Training; Stormtrooper Training; Special Unit Training; Officer Training Vehicle: 74-Z Speeder Bike Starship: Raider-II Class Corvette: The Arbiter; Modified for Command Mu II-Class Shuttle: The GarrisonOther Possessions: Books written by supporters of the Empire, Books written by supporters of the New Republic, Books on warfare, Books on Imperial culture and the New Order, Books on the decline and folly of the Old Order Companions: Elara Pike (Female Pilot); Herebrand Abraros (Male Engineer, Slicer and Comms Specialist); Ranik Vosh (Combat Medic) - Elara Lance was born to Imperial Weapons Developers on Dubrillion in 11 BBY. She joined the Imperial Navy at a young age and became a notable pilot. She was loyal to the Empire and its ideas, still seeing the New Republic as the Rebellion it was born from. In 20 ABY, she was selected to become a member of and in-squad pilot for Scalpel Squad, a special Stormtrooper unit in the Imperial Remnant. Her former CO was not happy to lose such a pilot, but her new Stormtrooper sergeant, Deckard Pike was definitely glad to gain one, as the two eventually married. Elara is tasked with flying the Modified Mu II, The Garrison.
- Herebrand Abraros was born in 6 BBY to soldiers in the Imperial Ground Forces stationed on Ord Mantell. Joining the Imperial Army at a young age, his specialty was certainly not combat. Abraros could hold his own but where he really excelled was at tech. Slicing terminals, networks and droids, repairing weapons, ships and other machinery and operating various technological items. When Scalpel Squad was in the process of being created, he was selected as the tech expert, slicer and communications specialist. He was trained for these special, hazardous assignments in the years before 20 ABY, when the squad was officially formed.
- Ranik Vosh, son of a Death Star Gunner and an Imperial Naval Ensign, was born in 0 BBY. He was taken into Imperial Training at a very young age, as many soldiers were needed to regain the territory the Empire had lost. He was an exceptional medic and was often able to save or revive people past all reason. He was surprisingly level-headed and unfazed by the terrible things he had to look at every day. It was not long before he was selected to train as a combat medic in the Stormtrooper Corps and was later chosen to be the medical expert for Scalpel Squadron.
Personal Information Factional Affiliation: Imperial Remnant Rank: Sergeant Sexual Preference: Straight Relationship Status: Married (Elara Pike) Personality: Deckard Pike was born in the early days of the Galactic Empire and was raised to be a patriot. The corrupt Republic and its false freedom had been done away with and the Empire had brought peace to the better part of the galaxy. Pike is loyal to his squad, but he is loyal to the Empire first. He believes that most any step taken in the interest of the Empire is a step toward a better future for the galaxy. The lives taken in the defense and expansion of the Empire are outweighed by the future lives that will be saved by the peace and order that the Galactic Empire brings with it. He can joke and kid around with his fellow soldiers but is unlikely to do so with a stranger or higher-ranking officer and will not allow chit-chat to get in the way of their duty to the Empire. History Deckard Pike was born on Bastion, then known as Sartinaynian, in the year 16 BBY. His mother worked as a customs officer in an Imperial Spaceport, while his father was a shuttle pilot. He was raised to wholeheartedly believe in the principles of the New Order. The corrupt and ineffective bureaucracy of the Galactic Republic had been justly eradicated and the Empire he had been born into brought forth a new age of peace, strength and unity. Deckard was eager to enlist in the Imperial Army as soon as possible and was selected to become a cadet in the Stormtrooper Corps. After the Battle of Yavin, Deckard's fervor and loyalty to the cause of the Empire was galvanized. The boldness of the insurgents and terrorists of the Rebellion had increased over the previous years, but he could never have imagined anything like this. They had flagrantly attacked an Imperial Space Station and destroyed a weapon that could very well have brought about an indefinite age of complete peace and order for the galaxy. Thousands of men and women of the Empire stationed on that base and on Endor were killed in the name of the chaos, corruption, disunity and ineffectiveness of the Old Order. After a few years of serving in the Stormtrooper Corps, Pike was recommended to undergo special training at an Imperial Military Academy. After he completed the taught parts of this special training curriculum, he was put out in the field to train more extensively. He would be temporarily placed in various Stormtrooper squads to participate in specialized or especially difficult missions. In 19 ABY, Pike's home planet of Sartinaynian, now known as Bastion, was made the official and permanent capital planet of the Galactic Empire. He was proud to call his homeworld the capital of the Empire, but was also unhappy with what came along with this. The Rebels, calling themselves the New Republic, a false and illegitimate political entity, had managed to hold out for almost two decades following their disgusting actions of treason against the Empire in 0 BBY. The war was over, whether people admitted it or not. Military action was no longer being taken against the Rebellion and no moves were made to retake rightful Imperial territory. But barely a year after this realization, Pike's specialized training was considered to be complete. He would not longer hop from squad to squad aiding in their perilous operations, but command his own squad as a sergeant of the Galactic Empire. The fact that this specialized training regime was still being undertaken restored a bit of faith in Pike that the war was not over. It was just a new kind of war. War carried out by specialized squads and agents, not armies. The war would not end until those who had betrayed the Empire and its people and disrupted peace and order throughout the Galaxy were brought to justice. His new squad, designated "Scalpel Squad," would seek out, investigate, infiltrate and neutralize Rebel activity. It has now been five years since Scalpel Squad was formed. It now has command of its own Raider II-Class Corvette, The Arbiter, and has an accompanying squadron of TIE/D Defenders known as "Scythe Squadron." The TIE Defenders are deployed with the Raider Corvette due to the standard TIE's lack of hyperdrive capability and the Raider's lack of a fighter hangar.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Jul 1, 2016 0:03:42 GMT -5
Sev unstrapped himself from his seat and stood up as the Valkyrie touched down. He unclipped the gas mask from his knapsack put it on, knowing full well what to expect. Hive Worlds did not exactly smell pleasant and he'd actually seen a few rookies lose their meals over it. Sev swings his gun off of his shoulder, readies it and gets into position, waiting for the ramp to lower.
Sev looks at Sergeant Lynette as she says that he and Dakka are with her and nods. "Yessir." He follows close behind, scanning the area for anything that may kill the Sergeant, Dakka or himself. He half expected a random bullet or laser bolt to tear through the sky and drop one of them at that moment. Fortunately, that didn't happen. At least not yet. There was always time for people to die in the Imperial Guard. People died all the time. People died in the middle of the night, at daybreak, at noon, in the evening. There were no safe moments in the Imperial Guard. It took a while for Sev to get used to that when he first joined, which resulted in many a sleepless night, clutching his gun to his chest, his eyes darting around for any enemies. Once he got used to the possibility of death, life got easier.
Sev continued to look around for the next little while, waiting until they were given their marching orders. He didn't like the idea of slinking around in some empty Hive. Who knows what in the Hell went on in there. He really hoped that if they were all dead--which was almost guaranteed--that their bodies would at least be gone. Actually, he didn't hope that. Because there are only a few enemies that would have any use for the bodies. And Sev had absolutely no desire to run into those.
Sev jerked his head back toward the Sergeant as she issued orders to begin the trek to the Hive. He fell in line toward the front of the squad and began moving.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Jun 16, 2016 23:06:21 GMT -5
Sev sat quietly in the Valkyrie, spinning his knife in his hands. He was mostly ignoring the various conversations of his fellow Guardsmen, though he did catch a few of the ridiculous details of Dakka's story. When the Sergeant began the mission debriefing, he placed his knife in its scabbard and leaned back in his seat, listening closely to her and then to his squadmates' as they introduced themselves. He recognized a few of the people, though he didn't know most of them. Unfortunately, it was likely that quite a few of these people wouldn't live to see another mission. People die every day. It's a fact of life, especially in the Imperial Guard, and he didn't see why today would be any different.
One of the few people Sev actually knew was Griffith. They had served together in the Cadian Whiteshields, though only for a short time. They were five years apart in age and Sev was made a proper Guardsman a little less than a year after Griffith joined the Whiteshields. Once Griffith got out of the Whiteshields, they worked alongside one another again. Sev was there when Griffith took a shot to the ass and Griffith was there when Sev lost an eye and was promoted to Corporal. Sev knew of most of the people that had served in the squad for any significant period of time, though he wasn't really friends with any of them. He knew the faces and names of Dakka, Sergeant Prendaghast and Jonas, but didn't know a single personal thing about any of them.
As the introductions got around to him, Sev leaned forward in his seat and gave a sarcastic salute to the other members of the squad. "Corporal Severus Severan Severianus. It's quite a mouthful, so call me whatever the hell you like, as long as it doesn't piss me off." He sighed and slouched back again, waiting for the others to introduce themselves so they could get on with things. This mission didn't really sound like anything special, but even the most standard of assignments can lead to the most casualties. And who knows how it will end up. For all he knew, this planet was occupied by the forces of Chaos or being harvested for the Tyranid death machine. All he knew was that he would live, no matter how damned hard the universe tried to kill him.
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Post by DapperGentleman on May 29, 2016 13:04:17 GMT -5
Full Name: Severus Severan Severianus Nickname(s): Sev Age: 38 Sex: Male Height: 5'11" Weight: 158 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Salt and Pepper Hair Style: Short Facial Hair: Fairly Short Beard Skin Color: Pale Build: Lean and Wiry Distinguishing Features: An eyepatch over his left eye that partially covers a burn scar. Rank: Corporal Assigned Squad: 404th Cadian Regiment, 18th Company, 78th Infantry Platoon, Bravo Squad MOS: Point Man Basic Training: Sev has gone through the standard Guardsman training. Armor: Standard Flak Armour, Cadian Pattern Helm, Standard Cadian Imperial Guard Dress Weaponry: M36 Lasgun, Autopistol, Combat Knife, Frag Grenade (2), Krak Grenade (2) Other Equipment: Gas Mask, Micro-Bead, Poor Weather Gear, Rucksack, Entrenching Tool, Basic Toolkit, Mess Kit & Water Canteen, Rations (2 Weeks), Blanket & Sleep Bag, Rechargeable Lamp-Pack, Grooming Kit, Dog Tags, Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer Zealousness: Sev doesn't think about faith very often and doesn't actually consider the Emperor of Mankind to be a god--something he keeps to himself for obvious reasons. Sexual Preference: Straight Relationship Status: Single Personality: When Sev first joined the Imperial Guard, he was eager, optimistic and naive. In the years since, that has changed drastically. He is now a jaded, pessimistic, stubborn man. His primary motivation to keep living is out of pure spite for the cruel galaxy he lives in. Sev tends to vent his frustrations in the form of lasgun blasts into his enemies' heads and is not one for small talk. Service Record: Sev was born on Cadia and was therefore drafted into the Whiteshields at a young age. The Imperial Guard is all he knows and all he will ever know. When Sev first started his training with the Whiteshields, he was eager to serve his nation. He didn't really think much about the Emperor, instead thinking about protecting the citizens of the Empire. His Uplifting Primer was a great source of confidence during his time with the Whiteshields. Sev showed a propensity for operating in close range and was often sent into enemy-controlled territory or occupied buildings, either to help clear it or perform reconnaissance. Once he was made a Guardsman, Sev's optimism for the Imperial Guard quickly diminished as he came to realize the lies of the Uplifting Primer and saw comrades die every day in the war against Chaos. He was often assigned the role of Point Man and would viciously protect his life and the life of his compatriots. When Sev was about thirty-two years old, his team was told to clear a building, expected to only be occupied by a few minor daemons or servants of the Archenemy. The building was more heavily occupied than previously thought and this event is what cost Sev his left eye. Being Point Man on this particular mission, he was the first into the fray and the team managed to survive the encounter. Sev was afterward promoted to Corporal. Since his promotion, Sev almost always serves as Point Man and has recently been transferred to the 404th Cadian Regiment, 18th Company, 78th Infantry Platoon, Bravo Squad.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Mar 14, 2016 2:26:54 GMT -5
Name: Roderick Dragomir Erhard Reiter Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 34 Appearance: i.imgur.com/DaKsh1h.jpgHeight: 6'1" Weight: 168 lbs Build: Athletic, Fairly Muscular Skin color: Fair Skinned Hair color: Salt-and-Pepper Hair style: Fairly Short Facial Hair: Mustache and Beard Jewelry: None Class: Cavalier Attributes: --Str: 16 --Dex: 12 --Con: 12 --Int: 10 --Wis: 14 --Cha: 10 Equipment: Gambeson, Plate Armor, Wooden Wing Frames, Hollow Lance, Longsword, Saber, Horseman's Pick, Dagger; most of the weapons are kept on his horse, as is a variety of adventuring gear (rations, bedroll, flint and steel, etc.) Personality: Roderick has been seeking glory and redemption for his past failures for some time now, which has caused him to take a great deal of stock in honor, duty and chivalry. Roderick considers the defense of the weak and helpless to be of utmost importance and the duty of anyone capable; anyone who harms him or an innocent is his enemy and he will stop at nothing to deliver them from this world. He holds people to a high standard, but judges himself even more harshly than he judges others and his actions in the past have caused him to lose many friends, so--while he is usually friendly--he is slow to actually consider someone anything more than an acquaintance. History: Roderick was born in the northern mountains to a minor noble family. The family was small, insignificant and fairly poor for a noble house. At a young age, he became page to a more well-off noble knight, eventually becoming a squire. He was rather good at ground combat, whether it be with mace or with sword and shield, but what Roderick really excelled at was riding. He would spend as much time as possible in the saddle and practicing mounted combat with various weapons. When Roderick was eventually knighted, he began entering tournaments, participating in the jousting and melee events. He fared well in the melees and won most jousts he entered, quickly gaining his family a significant amount of gold and prestige. He started to spend more time with the higher-ranking, landed nobles; going to feasts, participating in hunting trips. Eventually, a well-known lord asked Roderick to aid in the hunt for a small band of Ogres that had been terrorizing caravans on the trade routes. After a very successful skirmish, he was asked to join the lord's personal guard. Roderick later became a member of the military in the northern mountains and had a small group of men serving under him in an elite cavalry unit. A few years ago, a group of Orcs had been raiding and pillaging the nearby villages. They were taking the food, slaughtering the men, kidnapping the women, burning down the houses. In his pursuit of the marauders, Roderick was blinded by his desire for justice and led his men directly into the Orc camp, which ended up being much larger than originally believed. All of Roderick's men were killed, bringing disgrace upon him and his family. He was cast out and sought to redeem himself by helping the weak, performing legendary feats and making a name for himself out in the rest of the world. When he was known as a brave, honorable, legendary man, he would return home.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Sept 4, 2015 10:36:04 GMT -5
Ruul looked through the images. When he looked up, there was a tear on the governor's face. How strange; he had never once seen a Zygerrian cry. And he had done business with quite a few Zygerrians, though he never liked it. But their jobs were usually fairly easy stuff, such as returning a slave or hunting down some mercenary that had betrayed them or something along those lines. And the pay tended to be pretty decent, so Ruul had no real reason to complain. That said, he had never done a rescue mission for one. Well, aside from the jobs to recapture some slave, which they often called a "rescue." He narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Of course, governor Saika Vucora. Ruul will safely return your son, Tralen Vucora, to you. As well as his unknown captor, though Ruul cannot promise that the assailant will be handed over in the same shape that the assailant is in in these images. Ruul does not yet know what kind of fight the unidentified female will put up... So you, Saika Vucora, say that the captor and Tralen Vucora are headed to Lianna? How long ago did the aforementioned two depart?"
Choobis whispers a few questions to Ruul from off-holo, to which the Gand nods. The ship adjusted to point toward the planet Lianna. Ruul held up a hand, gesturing for Choobis to wait until the conversation was over to make the jump.
"And, governor Saika Vucora, once you have answered that question... Ruul assumes you and I are done here and that Ruul may now get down to the business of the job at hand?"
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 30, 2015 16:33:47 GMT -5
Silas was about to make his way to the front of the car when a shot rang out followed by splintering wood. He exhaled angrily and started stomping off in the direction of the bandit. If that filthy scumbag was going to take a shot at him, Silas was going to be sure to return the favor. As he neared the front of the car, he heard another passenger speak up, "Count me in." As Silas turned around, he saw that the voice came from some Asian man who now said, "I'm here to stop the bastard, not necessarily for my money." Silas scowled slightly under his bandanna. He didn't take too kindly to foreigners, but this one at least had some guts and a sense of pride or revenge or whatever was compelling him to chase down the bandit. He could respect that.
Silas nodded to the Chinaman and turned back to face the direction that the robber had gone in. "I think that scum-sucking son of a bitch deserves to have a few holes put in 'im."
(( Sorry for the short post. I've been sick for a while and am having trouble coming up with much. ))
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 25, 2015 14:25:31 GMT -5
The Gand stood politely, his hands still clasped in front of him, as the woman spoke. As he answered her question, he moved his right hand in quick, circular motions. "Ruul has much experience, governor Saika Vucora. Ruul has done both rescues and live bounties before and can deliver both the bounty Tralen Vucora and the captor, assuming this captor does not force Ruul's hand." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and crossed his arms. "Do you, Saika Vucora, have any information regarding the bounty, Tralen Vucora, the captor or the ship?" He really hoped she had something to go on. It was always difficult when the client couldn't even tell you what you were looking for. Unfortunately, that seemed to happen a lot.
As Ruul was discussing the bounty, Choobis would whisper from the side, "Should I get your equipment ready and start scannin' the Holonet?" Ruul nodded in response and quickly added, "Yes, Choobis. And get the droids--dOOM, bOOM, zOOM, glOOM, vrOOM and brOOM--to their gun stations." As Choobis skittered away to gather Ruul's equipment and get the droids to their posts, the Gand looked back to the holo communicator, waiting intently for the governor's response.
Choobis sighed as he found the droids, five of which were sitting slumped in the hall... bOOM was busy slapping one of the fold-out bunks for no apparent reason. "Get to your stations, you worthless scrapheaps," he quickly stated before approaching the arms closet. He opened it and pulled out Ruul's equipment. First the A280 Longblaster. Next came the belt with the Medscanner and Identity Chip Registry Scanner. He then pulled out eight Thermal Detonators, closed the closet and began to walk back to the cockpit. Ruul already had his pistols and his rocket boots with him, as always.
Still watching the holo communicator, Ruul put the belt on under his coat and clipped the detonators to his shoulder holster, where his pistols were already fastened. He grabbed the rifle by the grip and placed the stock on the floor, leaning on it slightly.
(( Yes, he just painted one or two letters in front of their Series number to get their names. xP ))
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 21, 2015 11:58:02 GMT -5
"Let's see. Eh, the usual; a Rodian smuggler, some Trandoshan hunter that double-crossed 'is client, a Weequay pirate. Huh, that's a new one. Some Zygerrian governor wants her son rescued. Hm, we never do rescues, should I get this Saika Vucora on the holo?" the Rodian co-pilot said as he skimmed through the various bounties. He absentmindedly spun in his chair, humming incessantly. Ruul was hoping he would eventually get good enough with a blaster that he would be more helpful on the bounties, but he didn't really expect too much from the ex-junker.
Still looking forward, Ruul shrugged. "Ruul does not know about this. Zygerrians are shady people and are rarely trustworthy. Ruul does not wish to get caught up in some sort of slaver scheme... But Ruul supposes that the other options are a bit old and tiresome and there is no harm in looking further into the matter." As he was speaking, one of his recycled OOM security droids arrived and began collecting the trash that was littered around the cockpit. Ruul leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot on the ground as he waited for the droid to finish. Ruul sighed as the droid slowly walked away. The droids were a bit annoying sometimes, but they were cheap and they served their purpose well enough. Additionally, Ruul never had to feed them and they didn't need sleeping quarters.
"Yes, Ruul would like to look further into this bounty. There is a chance--it is not likely, but there is a chance--that this governor Saika Vucora will have heard something of the Clawdite Ereys Thraiten. Ruul cannot wait to fill that bastard Ereys Thraiten's lungs with fire. Contact the governor Saika Vucora, Choobis." Ruul stood up and threw on his tailcoat. He stood in front of the holo communicator on the control panel, his hands clasped in front of him. As soon as the call is answered--assuming it is--he would state, "Ruul would like to know more about this rescue bounty."
((I'm still trying to figure out the strange speech patterns of the Gand, so bear with me))
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 12, 2015 17:15:47 GMT -5
After the robber collected his money, Silas put his head in his hand and his elbow on his knee. He let out a sigh and a few muffled curses as he tapped his foot rapidly on the floor of the train. He was suddenly roused from his sulking by the entry of another man. One of the bandits yelled out, "Baxter! What in the hell are you doing?!" as the other one was shot dead by the new arrival who quickly responded, "Dexter?! Who the hell is Dexter? Was that the sorry son of a bitch I threw off the back of the train?" Strangely, the new man's voice sounded pretty much identical to the earlier man who had seemed like the leader of the criminals.
Knowing they didn't have enough money to be fighting over yet, Silas dismissed the thought as mere paranoia. As the man inquired, "Now who would like to help me get all of your cash back from that ne'er-do-well?" Silas pulled his bandanna from his neck to around his face and grabbed his carbine by the grip, swinging it into his other hand. He tipped his hat to the stranger and the bandanna visibly warped as he smiled below it. "Gladly," he said as he picked up his duster, quickly slipping it back on. As he started walking in the direction the last of the criminal scum had gone off in, he reached into his jacket with his left hand and pulled out his revolver. As he reached the front of the car, he would turn around as if to wait for the other man, carbine in one hand, pistol in the other.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 8, 2015 14:34:31 GMT -5
Silas sighed and leaned against the window as the train rolled onward. He tipped his hat against the sun with one hand, giving his mustache a bit of a twirl with the other. He stuck his legs under the seat in front of him, crossing them at the ankles and closed his eyes. Silas had just earned a small reward for taking out a crew of bandits that had been raiding a small town a few miles back. It wasn't a lot and would probably only feed him for a few nights, so he would probably have to do some odd jobs in the next town to make ends meet. He let out a long, low whistle and pulled his duster off, setting it in the seat beside him, next to his carbine. He took off his hat and began fanning himself with it, looking around at all the other passengers. Nobody looked too suspicious to him, but you never know.
Though he wasn't too fond of foreigners, Silas sure has been seeing a lot of them since he lost a steady income. He was getting used to hanging around people of different heritages and was beginning to tolerate it a bit more. He rarely rode trains but when he did, he was quite near surrounded by foreigners; most whites could afford to sit up a few cars.
Silas was slipping into sleep when three men came through the back of the train. "Howdy folks, My associates and I were just riding by and thought we'd pay y'all a visit. Now it wasn't terribly cheap for us to drop on by, so I hope you don't mind if we take some of your pocket change to cover our costs." Great. Silas really wasn't surprised, as he considered himself to be a fairly unlucky person. Silas would instinctually reach for his carbine. As he gripped the gun, he contemplated whether or not he should even try. There are three of them and one of him and they seemed to be fairly well armed. On the other hand, there's a good chance at least one other passenger is armed; if not, he could give someone his pistol. But it's unlikely it would turn out good, as civilians would likely get caught in the crossfire.
Muttering a few curses, Silas pulled his duster over his rifle. As the robber approached him, he handed him a couple dollars, hoping he wouldn't find the rest in his boot.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 4, 2015 0:25:02 GMT -5
Basics Full Name: Silas Milford Pryor Nickname/Alias: None Thus Far Title: [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.] Sir Birthplace: Hampton, Arizona Appearance Ethnicity/Complexion: Irish/Pale Preferred Hand: Right Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Auburn Facial Hair: Handlebar Mustache Grooming: Fairly Short, Parted Hair; Mustache Curled in Handlebar Build: Lean Height: 5'11" Weight: 172 lbs Distinguishing Features: I suppose an auburn handlebar mustache would be pretty distinguishing Physiology Sex: Male Age: 33 Health: Good Senses: Good Hearing; Poor Sense of Smell; Others Are Average Allergies: None Handicaps: None Addictions: None Personality Attitude: Usually serious, not too fond of foreigners, extreme disdain for most criminals Stability: Quick to anger Miscellaneous personality traits: Vengeful, Jaded, a Bit Cynical Accessories Wardrobe: Black Duster, Tan Double-Breasted Peaked Lapel Vest, Black 10-Gallon Hat, Tan Bandana, Tan Leather Boots Mode of Dress: Vest Buttoned, Duster Unbuttoned, Pants Tucked Into Boots, Bandana Around Neck or Face Equipment: Colt Model 1855 Revolving Carbine (.44 Six-Shot); Colt Army Model 1860 (.44 Six-Shot); Gold Pocket-Watch Funds: Fairly Poor Style Posture/Gait: Steady, Upright Posture; Long Strides Habits/mannerisms: Curling Mustache Personal Details Lovers: None Marital Status: Unmarried Orientation: Straight Business life Occupation: Former Lawman Work Ethic: Gets Things Done Rank: None Income: Unsteady Income from Bounties Job Experience: Former Lawman Organizations/Affiliations/Factions/Gangs: None Intelligence/Education Education: Can Read, Write and Understand Basic Math Special Education: None Intelligence: Average Savvy: Not Extensively Knowledgeable on Any Subject Values Religion: Catholic Morality/Philosophy: Thinks the Law Goes Too Easy on Criminals and Wishes to Remedy that Himself Crime Record: Murder of Some Alleged Outlaws Motivation: Justice and Preservation of American Values Political outlook: Thinks All Politicians Are a Bunch of Lying Thieves and Manipulators Misc Details Current Residence: Various Inns/Nowhere in Particular Friends: None Enemies: Considers All Criminals His Enemy Followers/Companions: None Idols: None Mounts/Pets: Black and Tan (A Crime of Fashion; I Assume Someone Will Understand this Reference) Mustang Skills/Talents/Training/Ability: Fairly Quick on the Draw, Accurate and Very Accustomed to Riding (Nothing too Ridiculous, Though) HistorySilas Pryor was born in Hampton, Arizona to Mary and Obadiah Pryor in 1833. He helped his family out financially by doing odd jobs around town until he was 20. He got a job as a lawman after a spike in the crime rate and helped round up members of the nameless gang that seemed intent on taking over Hampton. This band of outlaws proved to be larger than it had first appeared; after eight years of proving these scum guilty and having them arrested or killed one by one, Silas was worn out. He was tired of the long, drawn out process that it was taking. He began shooting alleged outlaws based on circumstantial evidence and hunches. Most of the citizens of Hampton had grown tired of the seemingly endless game the law and the gang had been playing for near ten years. They sided with Silas and helped him flee town before his old colleagues could arrest him for his crimes. Most of his victims turned out as he suspected: members of the outlaw band. But some had indeed just been innocent civilians. For a while, Silas wandered from town to town, living off the reward money he made from killing outlaws and still doing a few odd jobs when money is scarce.
In January of 1862, the Company A Arizona Rangers were by Captain Sherod Hunter. Silas was one of about 75 men that made up this unit, which was first tasked with the occupation of Tucson for the Confederacy. Hunter and his company soon captured a Californian scouting part without firing a shot. They later shut down a mill and arrested the Union agent that had been storing flour there; the flour was supposed to be used to supply Union forces after they advanced to that point. The Company fought Californian forces on a few occasions and prolonged the advance of the California Column for around a month, which covered the retreat of New Mexican forces from the lost Battle of Glorietta Pass. Silas did not particularly want to secede. He didn't exactly appreciate the tariffs that benefited the North and hindered the South, but he didn't find it necessary to go to war over it. But he felt that it was his duty to fight for his state. Even though he fought for the Confederates, Silas was not particularly fond of slavery, as his Irish brethren had often been bound to servitude, as well.
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Post by DapperGentleman on Aug 1, 2015 16:50:20 GMT -5
Technical SpecificationsShip Name: The LodestarAllegiance: Independently Owned Captain: Ruul Othisku Owner: Ruul Othisku Active Characters: Ruul Othisku Class: Light Freighter Model: VCX-820 Armament: Double Heavy Laser Cannon Turrets (3), Autoblasters (8), Proton Torpedo Launcher Other Notables: Military-Grade Deflector Shield Generators, Metric Ton Cargo Space, Red Hull Striping Complements Fleet: None Hangar: None Vehicles: None Crew: Pilot, Co-Pilot, Gunners (6), Can Carry 6-8 Passengers Due to the OOMs Not Needing Bunks Ruul Othisku (Pilot), Choobis Needu (Co-Pilot), Re-Purposed OOM Security Battle Droids (6 Gunners)
Service Record
Originally, The Lodestar was used by an independent expedition group. They hoped to find fame by mapping out the Unknown Regions and had chosen a VCX due to its ability to fend off any dangers. The group pretty much found nothing and got into the smuggling business. Along the way--as many smugglers do--they made many enemies. One of these enemies was a retired pirate who was fairly well off. Ruul Othisku was hired to hunt these smugglers down and did so with haste. He was paid quite well and given the ship, as well. Along his travels, Ruul met a Rodian junker and had him repair the minor damage the ship had taken over the years. A few years later, he bought six OOM Security Droids to operate the ship's guns and hired the junker--Choobis Needu--as his co-pilot. Attachments:
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