Areld Trelp

Name: Areld Trelp

Nicknames/Aliases: Cap

Species: Human, Cybernetically altered

Gender: Male

Age: 39

Homeworld: Corellia





Height: 5'11

Weight: 176lbs

Eye Color: Remaining one (right) is Blue

Hair Style: Left part of his skull is covered in cybernetic plating, and what hair he has he allows to grow somewhat long, but not below the ears.

Hair Color: Straw

Facial Hair: N/A

Skin Color: Pale

Build: Unlike his brother, Areld is built like a sailor. He's stocky, and well muscled from hard labor.

Distinguishing Features: Areld has cybernetics over his face, his left eye being replaced with a red cybernetic one, and that in turn is attached to metal plates that cover the left side of his skull above the ear. His right arm below the elbow is missing, replaced with a realistic cybernetic that replicates skin on the top. Ontop of this, metal plating has been grafted onto his right leg, all the way up to his abdomen. He has a noticeable limp because of this.

Apparel: Rebel Navy Captains uniform.

Weaponry: DL-44 blaster, his ship.

Equipment: Comlink, datapads.





Profession: Captain

Skills: Astronavigation, Leadership, Command, Naval Tactics

Force-Sensitive: N/A

Training: Though his formal training is limited, he was trained to command the Nebulon B-Frigate before he was forced to assume captaincy of it.

Vehicle: N/A

Starship: Corellian Lancer, a Nebulon B-Frigate that has seen its fair share of war.



Other Possessions: Pictures of his family from Corellia, and of his friends from his days in the Rebel Alliance.

Companions:

Maybs, his Adjutant. Maybs was a Rebel Special forces veteran, and one of the few of the infamous Rebel Marines who went with the Redeemers upon the defection of SpecFor. Maybs is proficient with numerous weapons, unarmed combat, and making cups of Caf with limited resources. He is an invaluable resource to Captain Trelp. Maybs is even almost as cybernetically altered as the Captain he has served faithfully, missing an arm and both eyes. Just more things the man owes the Imperials for.

Bo and Ba, his two Morgukai Nikto body guards. The two of them swore an oath of loyalty to Captain Trelp when his ship delivered medical supplies to the Hutt-starved homeworld of the Nikto, and when they heard his story and desire for revenge against the hated Jedi. Bo and Ba follow their new brother where ever he goes, ever watchful for a threat to his life.





Factional Affiliation: The Redeemers, Rebel Alliance (Formerly)

Rank: Captain of the Navy

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Widower

Personality: Like most Corellians, Trelp has a stubborn streak as wide as the Death Star's trench. He's resourceful, and cunning, used to having to use underhanded tactics in his war against the Empire, and now against the New Republic. He started his career in the Rebel Alliance as an idealist, and became very disillusioned with the New Republic due to tragic events that occurred, seeing it as just turning back the page rather than going forward. This event led to him becoming a rather bitter, and realistic minded personality.




"I, Captain Areld Trelp, was born on Corellia in CoroNet city during the Empire's reign. I grew up with my brothers in the Corellian ship yards, working and earning a living there. I always resented the Empire. They were heavy handed, and even though I managed to keep my little brothers safe from the patrols, I knew it would only be a matter of time before that changed. So, I decided to do something that my father called crazy, with that stupid Corellian grin on his face..I ran off and joined the Rebel Alliance. I joined the Alliance fleet during the Coruscant campaign, around the same time it was rebranding itself as the so called 'New Republic'.. I was a Lieutenant on a Nebulon B-2 Frigate made up of a scattering of different people. Captain died during the fighting, and I was given command.."

The bridge of his frigate exploded, and the young Captain Trelp was thrown to the floor as the fire swarmed through the bridge. He was only twenty three years old at the time, and had been fighting the war against the Empire for nearly two of those so far. His ears rang from the sound of the explosion and the hissing sound as the vacuum of space pulled against them. He started to look around, realizing that his face had been pressed against the floor, and it was preventing him from seeing. He had to get to the emergency bulkhead button, before his bridge crew was completely destroyed. His hearing was slowly returning, and the whine of the emergency klaxons soon filled his ears as he crawled towards the button.

But he still couldn't see out of one eye. A sinking feeling in his gut told him this was bad, but he had no time to panic. He continued crawling towards the button, reaching out with a weak arm for it. There, there was the salvation for his crew. For his command.

His arm fell limp, giving way suddenly as a secondary explosion from one of the terminals sent a piece of metal flying through the air. It sliced into his elbow, nearly taking off his arm from below that point. The arm that he had been extending towards the button. "No.." He thought. And then he screamed, staring at his arm with his good eye.

A new presence was swiftly behind him, a curled up hand smashing into the button and closing the emergency bulkheads. The figure then stood above him, looking down. Hissing and whimpering in pain, Areld turned his face away from the wound, and towards his Adjutant, Maybs. The Alderaanian man was missing his hand, and his face had been stained by smoke and blood. Arelds mind was strangely analytic; he felt himself noticing the details that he'd have never noticed before on his Adjutant. Details like the fact that the mans nose had a bump in it, or that his uniform pants weren't quite uniform. Then, the man was grabbing at him, despite the loss of his own hand. "CAPTAIN'S DOWN! GET HIM TO THE MEDBAY NOW!" He was then hauled away by Maybs, the man speaking to him in a comforting tone even as he saw the devastation that had been done to his ship.

Bridge crew officers lay strewn about like broken toys, as if some child had reached into the box that was his ship and thrown them all about, bored of his fun. The groans of the wounded haunted his sleep as his vision turned black...

His story after that should have been in a bacta tank. But the meds discovered he had a crippling bacta allergy. They took off his arm below the elbow, and put in cybernetic replacements for it, his eye, and most of that side of his skull. His ship went through repairs, and new crew members joined.

Maybs stayed by his side faithfully, and Areld stayed by his.

When Areld got married to a beautiful Coruscanti girl that he had met on leave in 20 ABY, Maybs was the best man at the wedding.

When Maybs was given a court martial for striking an officer, Areld stood by his side and didn't leave it.

When Areld and his wife had a child together just a year later, they named him Maybs, and his Uncle Maybs was right there in the hospital with the new parents, sporting new cybernetics over both his eyes now, but still there.

And when Arelds wife died shortly after, due to a post pregnancy sickness, it was Maybs who had pried his way into the Captain's quarters and brought even worse news. The Jedi had taken Baby Maybs, thinking he had no family left. A mix up in communications had labelled the Captain of the Corellian Lancer as KIA'd, so the Jedi exercised their ancient right and took the baby. The crew of the Lancer campaigned unsuccessfully afterwords against the New Jedi Order, attempting to get their Captain's baby back. But the rules were the rules, the Jedi had to train the baby now that they had claimed him. There was no other way around it, but Captain Trelp had their condolences for the loss of his wife, and that they would allow the child to receive messages.

His fist closed around the holo message that had been given to him, regarding the events concerning his child, and with a roar, the man threw it across the bridge, and then chased it. Before the wide eyes of his bridge crew, he smashed it, over and over again with his boot, hurling insults at the order, at the Republic that had made this legal again.

Then, Maybs was beside him, skillfully maneuvering him away from the bridge to a location where he could be more discreet. When they were alone, Areld broke down into tears, sliding down against the wall and burying his face into his hands. Maybs crouched down beside him, slinging an arm around the mans shoulders and pulling him close for a brotherly hug that spoke of the two's bond. "They..they took him, Maybs..they took him.." He had said to the man, and his Adjutant just nodded. "They did..they're scum Captain. The Jedi don't care about us, and this is proof...and if the Jedi don't care about us, but this so-called New Republic allows them to do stuff like this? Why the kriff did we ever fight the Empire?" He inquired gently of his Captain, and Trelp paused to consider it. "...I don't know Maybs..."

"Well I do know, Areld. I've been in contact with some old friends of mine, they feel the same as we do...I'll arrange a meeting on Hoth, and we'll get the kid back. I've already spoken to the crew about it, they're all behind you Captain.." He trailed off, noticing the familiar look on Trelps face. "Well..? What are you thinking, sir?"

"I'm thinking we head to Hoth. Now."

From that point on, Areld Trelp joined the Redeemers Organization. He flew a medical supply drop over the Nikto home world, and recruited a few Nikto to his crew while there. Among them were Bo and Ba, who were impressed by the Captains life of war, and respected his cause against the Jedi. They became his two body guards, and joined the family of the Corellian Lancer.

Three years later, Trelp has spent most of his time raiding the Empire, the Hutts, and the New Republic. He is an enemy to all those who serve the people he blame for taking away his friends or family, and his only goal in life, his only reason to live, is to be reunited with the child that had been ripped from him.

Then, perhaps, he could finally be the father that him and his wife had always wanted him to be.