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Post by aardvarklord on Jan 3, 2016 14:15:42 GMT -5
It has been twenty-five years since the Aparoid invasion and the Lylat system has been at relative peace. The members of Star Fox have happily retired after their service in stopping the Aparoids and the Venomians before them. The former Star Fox members have remained close over the years, each with their own families, but as they grew older their jobs began to take them in different directions. Fox and Krystal have married, Fox being a flight instructor for the Cornerian military and Krystal has been attempting to teach psionics to promising students (with varying degrees of success). Slippy has settled with a wife of his own and currently works as a mechanic much as he had back in the day, though he also part-owns a small chain of seafood restaurants. Falco has settled down considerably, following Fox's example and becoming a flight instructor, though focusing on the mercenary and racing market more. Peppy is still alive, but long since retired and currently enjoying his twilight years in a nice coastal cottage, often visited by his daughter. Star Wolf seems to have survived their close-call with the Aparoids and remained active longer than Star Fox, seeming to have rebranded themselves to fill the Star Fox niche in system affairs until eventually splitting up ten years ago. Wolf has taken a new team of mercenaries under his wing, though he isn't their leader but their mentor much as Peppy was to Star Fox. Leon disappears and reappears on a regular basis, though most of the time when he reappears it's with one of the other former Star Wolf members; nobody knows where he gets off to. Panther has become a musician, specializing in Latin Rock and suave love ballads; he also does some dancing, particularly in his music videos. The planets of Lylat have largely recovered from the damage done to them by Andross and the Aparoids. Corneria city is once more the shining capital of the system, Aquas has been cleaned of mutants, Titania has begun seeing fresh terraforming efforts, and Zoness's pollution has been tended to. Even Venom itself has seen some efforts to recolonize, though not with much growth. Indeed all seems well. That said, there's still minor troubles on occasion, mostly pirates or particularly nasty mercenaries hired by unscrupulous individuals, but in general the system is the safest it's been since Andross's rise. Of course, the sea is calmest before a storm, and soon a group of new faces will have to pick up the torch and protect Lylat from those forces that would bring ruin.
(For those wondering, the Anglar Blitz is considered non-canon for this, because we aren't putting up with eighteen possible endings)
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Post by aardvarklord on Jan 3, 2016 14:39:43 GMT -5
Name: Rhea Lombardi Nicknames/Aliases: “Sparrow” Age: 22 Gender: Female Species: Avian (?) Homeworld: Corneria Click for pictureHeight: 5’11” Weight: 140 lbs Eye Color: Violet Hair Style: Long ponytail Hair Color: Pink Build: Slim and fit Distinguishing Features: Besides being hot pink in color, her hands have claws instead of the usual wing hands that avians have, which might suggest something other than avian heritage. Apparel: Usual attire (Lynx on the left) // Party dress (pink instead of orange/gold/whatever that is)Weaponry: Blaster rifle Equipment: Utility knife, personal shield, commlink, repair tool Profession: Mercenary (Company co-founder) Skills: Training: Vehicle: An Arwing Mk II, as standard for the RTMC. In her case she tore out the bomb bay to lighten the weight and improve the shielding. Companions: Jessica McCloud History: To say Rhea’s childhood was chaotic was an understatement. Being the daughter of the famed hero, Falco Lombardi, she always had a rather intense spotlight on her, both in the family and without. “Go faster” was her life’s motto. “Why is it taking you so long to learn math? Learn faster!” “Why did you come in third in that race? Fly faster!” “Why aren’t you in college yet? Go faster!” Practically from day one her father was constantly trying to get her to follow in his footsteps, taking her to races, taking her flying, watching some of the great stories from his old Star Fox days, et cetera. Obviously, she was well-acquainted with the McCloud’s and was best friends with Jessica McCloud practically from birth, but she didn’t take to their position quite as easily. While she did enjoy the same general sort of stuff that her father and “extended family,” as she called the Star Fox families, she never really took to the idea of combat all that much. That didn’t stop her from getting her pilot’s license at thirteen. She relished in racing (and the after-parties), perhaps thanks to the frantic pace that her life had been set to, and from the youngest age she could manage she started getting into junior racing groups, but unfortunately her father thought that that was a sign of interest in flying like he had. Worse, she didn’t have the heart to tell him. You may have noticed that I have yet to mention a mother… well the truth is that she doesn’t know who her mother is. Rhea partly suspects that she is Katt Monroe, though since she was just dropped on Falco’s doorstep she doesn’t really know for certain. Katt has been in and out of her life, and has been a good mentor figure one way or another, but for some reason Katt and Falco had a strange habit of being a couple a few months out of the year before getting too stifling for each other and going on a temporary break. Regardless, Rhea never really had a mother, just a woman who appeared and disappeared when she wanted. That said, it was Katt who taught her martial arts, albeit by tricking her into it by teaching her taiji then showing her how the sped up form can be used for combat. She never really liked it once she realized the trick, but Rhea continues to use what her ‘mother’ taught her, regardless. As graduation approached, she had been fully intending to go into racing, even had it not been what her father specifically wanted she loved being behind the stick of a fighter or similarly fast vehicle and saw that as a good compromise. Besides, he still loved that stuff and probably would have been proud of her regardless… though even he had stated, much like the McCloud’s, he’d be proud of her regardless of what she chose. However, she had gone into that train of thought thinking that her best friend wouldn’t be following in her family’s footsteps, that she would be safe from harm in the job she went into--Heaven knew she was smart enough for it. But when Jess started making noises in the direction of military service, Rhea admitted defeat and fell into line beside her. They had been partners as long as she could remember, and somebody needed to make sure that the hot-headed vixen stayed out of trouble. And so, quite literally the day after Rhea turned eighteen she went with Jess to the local CFC recruitment office. Did the avian really want to do it? Not really. But she felt obligated, not just to her friend and family, but to herself: she felt like she would never forgive herself if something happened to Jess while she was off making circuits out on the track. Rhea blazed through flight school. She hadn’t just had her share of training behind the controls with Falco (and to a lesser extent, Fox) teaching her nearly everything he knew, but she had been in junior racing leagues since she got her license and on those few things she didn’t know she had made sure to apply herself diligently. She flew with scalpel-like precision, perhaps not always as free-thinking as her friend, but she was arguably the better pilot from a strictly mechanical standpoint. She still struggled with offensive flying, but as a defensive flyer she had no equal in the class, even having one simulation dogfight with an instructor that lasted fifteen minutes before she knocked him out (mostly because they were both exhausted by the end). It was a success she was unable to replicate, but she still finds pride in that one moment. While she was far more by-the-book than her counterpart, she still displayed great support of her fellow pilots and was similarly willing to bend rules if it meant getting them out of trouble. When they graduated six months in, she was second in her class, actually above Jess, which was certainly a proud moment, though after the ceremony she told her friend with a smirk that it was probably just the fact that she’d given the instructor cookies at one point. However, once they were shipped off to some tiny land base, it was quickly made clear that the military wouldn’t be what either of them had hoped. More than anything it was just dull. Cleaning, maintenance, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, drills, cleaning, and cleaning. Did she mention cleaning? Even the patrols were dull to Rhea, no matter how much they practiced it wasn’t actual action or even anything worth going out to see. It was just nothing. Rhea might not have been as keen on joining as her friend, but she too wanted to at least be doing something rather than just sitting around and stomping their feet. They were wasting their lives here, and Rhea wasn’t okay with that. She was the one who suggested they leave the military next they had the chance and she who pushed for the idea to make a mercenary company. She was well-aware that Jess wasn’t keen on directly following her father’s footsteps, and tried to soothe her by pitching it as, at least they’d be doing something. It was better than this pit of worthlessness that was the military. And so, when their three year service was up, neither of them reenlisted and instead moved back to Corellia City. With their new plan set up, they quickly went about getting themselves some old surplus fighters and a place to put them all. Rhea handled the proper paperwork of incorporating themselves and before long the Red Talon Mercenary Company was alive and kicking. That said, those next few months were absolutely nerve-wracking, to the point that Rhea felt like she was going to lose her mind from the sheer level of work and the danger they were being put into. If the military was dull, then this was the polar opposite, and while she was very reluctant to leave Jess, she was definitely feeling very stressed out. Of course, not helping the matter was the fact that they kept getting fanboys pretending to be pilots and had difficulty keeping personnel, mostly because they were all incompetent and just wanted to latch onto the Star Fox coattails. If they could have gotten some decent people, she would have actually shelled out the cash for a pocket carrier (would’ve made her feel a lot more legitimate), but instead they were stuck constantly having to pay for training. Eventually, business started to dry up, and soon they were forced to take side jobs just to keep the company afloat. Rhea, for her part, put her racing skills to work and started going into various tournaments (both legal and slightly less so) in an attempt to both earn some prize money and spread some publicity for the company. She’s been doing well, but without sponsorship besides their own company, it isn’t enough, and even with Jess’s own work to keep the thing fed they both know that they need a big paycheck soon, or the RTMC is going down in flames. |
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Jan 3, 2016 16:05:25 GMT -5
Kap’s Bio Name: Arthur Grey Nicknames/Aliases: Art Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Canine Homeworld: CSS Greyhound Height: 5’9.5” (That close to 5’10”) Weight: 152 lbs Eye Color: Grey-Yellow Hair Style: Moppy, though kept well uniform most of the time. Hair Color: Grey Build: Somewhat toned, broad-shouldered, yet wiry. Distinguishing Features: Blotched white fur across his snout, neck and forearms. He also has small mechanical braces along his shins. Apparel: Uniform (With Brown Scarf and Grey Overcoat) | Usual Clothing (Simply his own modified Piloting Coveralls, with his signature Brown Scarf and Grey Overcoat.) Weaponry: Blaster Pistol Equipment: Boot Knife, Commlink, Support Braces Profession: Cornerian Pilot Skills: Training: Vehicle: Cornerian Fighter (Phase II): Modified with the Shield Systems connected to the Engines, giving an increased engine output, but at the cost of a more fragile shield. Companions: None History: Being born a ‘Spacer’ isn’t the easiest, especially when you have a legacy to follow up. Born with weak shinbones due to being a Space-Born left him somewhat physically impaired with anything having to due with straining the lower leg, not an entirely good condition to be born with when your parents wished for a legacy continuing child. Despite this, the glimmer in Fay and Bill’s eyes never died when they saw this impairment, though sighs could be heard when Arthur’s generation could be seen rushing to become pilots. Even through the impairment, there was a bright side to his birth, Arthur absolutely loved the cosmos, the celestial bodies that surrounded their home star, Lylat and what was beyond. That was his main hobby, studying the stars, understanding how the universe worked around him in its very strange ways. This almost gave him a win-win scenario to decide upon, what was the closest way to get into space and fly among its vast beauty? Become a pilot of the Cornerian Army, while fulfilling his parents’ wish of having a child to fly the stars as they once had. As years flew by, Arthur’s schooling mostly involved clubs revolving around astrology and sci-fi novels, staying after school and using the education facilities small array of telescopes to view the stars. Though this may seem optimistic, not everything was quite peachy as it seemed, his impairment soon led him to struggles against school, only his surname getting him by his final credit in Physical Education. Graduation soon arrived and he made his way with a humble 3.2 Grade Standard, then his life sat before him. It was odd, seeing his choices, he could go off to become an astronomer, or as he viewed the daunting task of the Cornerian Flight Academy, become a pilot, to soar through space rather than sit on a planet. He chose quickly, almost instantaneously leaving High School to go to the Academy, his parents expressed some worry with him, but Commander Grey seemed to brighten up as his son took interest in becoming like he once was. Arthur surprisingly flew his way into the spotlight in flight school, he never had any real training before hand, besides simulations and flying a few archaic rust buckets his father owned. When flight school continued, Arthur soon gained a reputation with the instructors as one of the most reckless fliers ever to step foot in the academy. His flying wasn’t some risky maneuvers or showing off with fancy spins, Art would risk it all, playing dangerous games of “Chicken” with the AI in the simulations, and flying as low as he possibly could to the ground to glide underneath falling buildings and debris. Most of the time, he’d succeed, destroying his opposition by dragging them in a long chase through dangerous corridors and tight turns to ram them into walls or even themselves on occasion, but there was also a large portion of the time that he damaged himself. Drones couldn’t play “Chicken” well, and he’d clip his wings if he was not careful enough. Instructors criticized him greatly, claiming he would kill his entire wing if he did not smarten up, but his aggressive flying style never slowed down. He was never defensive, even when the situation demanded it, he flew aggressively, attempting to fight a fire, with an even bigger fire. Despite this, he ranked quite well among the class, being quite efficient in taking down many an enemy to save his team from swarms. Yet, Arthur soon met his downfall in the academy. Soon came as the standard physical test which stunted his attempts to graduate. Only due to the strings pulled by Bill, did he pass by the skin of his teeth, to graduate in the middle of his class, which if he had passed the physical exam, he could’ve passed in the top five, rather than the middle of a class of forty. After graduation, he was shipped off to Katina, mostly to defend the growing colony as it was reconstructed, Arthur never saw much action, mainly just dealing with small-time ruffians who attempted to raid supply lines from Katina, thinking they’d be easy pickings. This led on after several months, leading to an entire year of almost nothing happenings, dulling his life on the planet as he never visited the stars more than a few minutes for a small patrol run. Though, soon enough he met his wish to see the stars, though somewhat more dangerously than he thought. Piracy had become a problem for the colonies out of Corneria, reconstruction was still taking place, though in its final stages and soon enough, the frontier was soon faced with large problem, a very sizeable pirate ring was growing and raiding had become deadlier and deadlier, soon enough Pirates had become cocky enough to launch an entire raid upon the reconstruction efforts at Katina to gain many supplies needed to build space stations for pirating operations. The raid was supposed to be a simple one, not knowing how dedicated the garrison was to defending the place, the pirates swarmed in to plunder, almost expecting to not be fought back against. To their surprise, the small Katina Garrison attacked back, not allowing the pirates to even come near the construction operations as the raiding party was met mid-entrance into the atmosphere. Though many lives were lost, Arthur and his fellow Katina Wing won the day over as a distress signal was sent to Corneria, before pursuing the pirates back to their home asteroid belt which they called their base of operations. It was quite bloody to say the least, the asteroids even managed to destroy a Carrier before the fight even began, Arthur lost almost his entire squad and further almost lost his life as his CF II’s wing was clipped by a pirate’s fire. As the fight came to a close, Arthur was commended, rewarded a few ribbons and returned to Katina, nothing this big ever came back to excite his life and it even haunted him a few nights as he saw his fallen comrades and the spark of adventure was lost inside of him for the next few months, he did eventually recover to become his adventurous self again. Now, his life seems almost dull, on the last days of his second deployment term, he almost wishes for something better, his Father seems proud enough of him but Arthur finds himself looking to the stars and sighing as the past seven years, have been nothing but routine patrols,, no real adventure as he once thought he’d have, to explore the stars. He’s good enough of a pilot, maybe he’d make it off as a mercenary, but all he wants now, is to get off this rock and to the stars. |
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Post by Jackie on Jan 3, 2016 19:23:31 GMT -5
Name: Jessica McCloud Nicknames/Aliases: Jess, Jessie Age: 23 Gender: Female Species: Vulpine Homeworld: Corneria ImageHeight: 5’9” Weight: 132 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Style: Ponytail Hair Color: Red Build: Athletic Distinguishing Features: Red and white fur. Apparel: Standard wear, Formal wear (No platform on the shoes and drastically shorter heels.) Weaponry: Blaster pistol. Equipment: Utility knife, personal shield, commlink, repair tool. Profession: Mercenary (Company founder.) Skills: Piloting, pistol/rifle usage, ship repair/maintenance, hand-to-hand combat, cooking, dancing. Training: Piloting skills from her father and the CFC. Marksmanship from a few years of competition shooting and Cornerian basic training. Basic maintenance/repair skills from her father, improved upon drastically with help of the head mechanic at the base she was posted at. Hand-to-hand combat from karate classes and Cornerian basic training. Self taught cook. Dancing from several years worth of ballet classes. Vehicle: Arwing Mk II Companions: Rhea Lombardi History: Born to Krystal and Fox McCloud, not a hell of a lot of people felt as much pressure to live up to their family name as Jessica did growing up. While she was of course pushed to excel at whatever she did, neither of her parents ever tried to push her to get involved in things she didn’t want to do. Honestly they were pretty hands off all things considered, aside from maintaining strong discipline in the household, and Jessica pursued many different hobbies in her younger years. From ballet and competition shooting, to acting and karate, nothing seemed off limits to the girl. She’d always been a dreamer, the sort that reached for the stars and strived for excellence in whatever she pursued, though Jessica constantly feared failure and, above all, she was afraid of disappointing her parents and bringing shame to the McCloud name, despite her parents assurances she could do no such thing. Despite failing at times and making mistakes as any other person did in life, her friends and loved ones, were always there to pick her back up, dust her off, and encourage her to go at it again. Rhea Lombardi, Jessica's closest friend and a woman the vixen considers a sister, was especially supportive, and Jess is confident that if not for her feathered friend's constant encouragement and support over the years, she'd not be where she is today. Jessica performed solidly in school, she wasn’t an honor student by any means but her consistent grades and the slew of extra-curricular activities she participated in ensured she had quite the selection of respectable institutions to attend if she wished to pursue a higher education after graduating high-school. Surprisingly, Jessica didn’t do any such thing, college just never appealed to the young woman, for by that time she knew what she wanted to do. Like her father, and his father before him, the vixen wanted to be a fighter pilot, to defend her planet, her people, from any threats that would see them harmed. While her father was as proud as could be to find this out, he nevertheless constantly reminded her that she didn’t need to jump into anything she didn’t have her heart set on, that both he and her mother would be proud of her regardless of what career path she chose, but Jessica was set firm in her decision. Unlike her father or grandfather however, the young woman didn’t plan to make a name for herself by starting up a mercenary company as many expected she would. No, surprisingly she intended to live up to her family name by serving in the Corinthian military. Barely a couple weeks after graduating, Jessica signed up to join the Corinthian Fighter Corps. Much to the vixen’s delight, her best friend Rhea signed up with her. Thanks to the tutelage of her father behind the stick that started when she was younger, Jessica had a small advantage going into the CFC. She was a very good pilot, not as good as her father had been when he was her age, but a real terror nonetheless. Very early on the young woman established herself as a risk taker, someone that tended to think outside of the box and leap without looking. This attitude generally earned her more animosity than it did praise, but even her instructors couldn’t deny that her gutsy flying got results in the simulations, not to mention she was intensely loyal to her fellow trainees, to the point it was believed she would disobey orders and ignore an objective if it meant saving the life of a wingman. While this earned her no popularity amongst her superiors, she was very much liked by her fellow pilots-in-training. Sixth months of rigorous training and schooling later, both she and Rhea graduated the program with flying colors, Jessica herself claiming the title of third best pilot amongst her class. A mere few days after their graduation party, the pair were shipped out and attached to a fighter group stationed at a small base on the northern end of the country. It didn’t take long for reality to come in and smash all of Jessica’s hopes and expectations as far as making a career in the military went. The truth was military life was incredibly boring, every day was almost the same, a morning march, various drills, endless cleaning… Sure Jessica knew full well that military life wouldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows, but the fact of the matter was she wasn’t really accomplishing anything, it was hard to earn recognition for yourself and advance your career when you spent all your time ground side doing menial tasks. The times when they actually flew patrols and practiced maneuvers were the only things that prevented the vixen from losing her sanity for the next three years. Very early on it became apparent that Rhea had regrets as well, and the two began to talk of alternatives to the military. To Jess, who still wanted to serve her country in a proactive role, it left one obvious, annoying solution. They could start their own company as their fathers before them did. The girl wasn’t exactly the most keen on this idea, not because she didn’t think she had it in her, but rather because she felt that that was what people expected her to do from the start, as if being a McCloud meant she wasn’t good for anything else. Anything would have been better than going through another depressing deployment however, and when Rhea agreed, the pair decided to try their hand at the mercenary business. When the end of their deployment came, Jess freshly turned 23, the vixen turned in her papers and got out while the getting was good. Once the pair moved back to Corneria City, using their pooled resources they rented a small hanger and bought a handful of military surplus Arwings, they weren’t as fancy as those in use by the military’s more elite squadrons, but they were still rugged, reliable, and best of all, cheap. And so the Red Talon Mercenary Company (RTMC) was born. The next six months saw more excitement (and not necessarily the good kind) than Jessica had experienced during her entire three year stint in the CFC. While they’d initially had a strong start (thanks almost entirely to the surnames they carried), it didn’t take very long for the hype of the whole thing to die down. Pilots of various skill and quality came and went, and eventually the company got back down to just Jessica and Rhea, founder and co-founder... Business slowed to a crawl, what jobs they did get were often extremely short and didn’t pay very well. When jobs got so scarce that the business began to hemorrhage money, Jess even took a side job doing mechanic work to try and keep things going. Despite her best efforts, if the girl’s fortunes don’t turn around soon, then the RTMC’s days were numbered.
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Post by aardvarklord on Feb 28, 2016 19:37:03 GMT -5
Name: Cameron Ferrera Nicknames/Aliases: Cam Age: 25 Gender: Male Species: Jackal Homeworld: Corneria Height: 6'2" Weight: 170 lbs Fur: Light tan with a cream front and light grey back. Eye Color: Violet Hair Style: Cropped Hair Color: Black Build: Somewhat slender for his height, but fit. Distinguishing Features: His violet eyes and their slight glow. Apparel: Flight Suit; Typical attire; Has some formal suits. Weaponry: Blaster pistol Equipment: Utility knife, repair tool, commlink, personal shield, door slicing kit Profession: Commander and CEO of Viper Squadron Skills: Piloting, infiltrating, hand-to-hand combat, coordination, psionic defense Training: Almost everything he knows has been learned from Wolf O'Donnell, and has been his protege for many years. He has also been a student of Krystal McCloud in regards to psionic training, but it has mostly been in regards to keeping himself under control. Vehicle: Wolfen (heavily upgraded) // White FangCompanions: Viper Squadron History:During the Aparoid Invasion of Corneria, most people who were infected and still alive after the Queen's death recovered well unless they were already sick, old, or overly young--usually with minimal side-effects. However, some women were pregnant at the time, and while the mothers recovered well-enough, their children often wound up with latent ties to that infection which had plagued the planet. Cameron was one such child. His mother died during childbirth due to how weak the infection had left her, and so he was cast into a foster system practically the moment he left the hospital. He grew up strong, but throughout childhood he was tormented by dreams and visions, typically of the Aparoid Queen, and sometimes of its victims, such as his mother or his fellow 'infected children.' Eventually, so maddened by these dreams and the inefficacy of his therapists, he ran away from home and lived on the streets when he was six, lasting for over a month. It was while out there that he met someone that would change his life: Wolf O'Donnell. Amusingly, they met because Cam made an attempt to pick the older canine's pocket, but afterwards the old man spent a lot of time trying to teach the boy how to properly do things and got into a long conversation with him. They parted ways that day, but over the course of the next week they met every day and talked, the jackal soaking in everything he could learn from O'Donnell. Eventually, for whatever reason, Wolf decided to take him on as a sort of protege and try to help him make it in this world. Cam has always been hesitant to call O'Donnell his father, because he never truly acted like such--he was paternal, certainly, but he never asked to be called dad, never talked about adopting him, but instead simply looked after him and made sure he was ready for the cold, hard realities of the world. He was (illegally) flying Wolfens when he was ten and was learning combat training practically from the moment that he was taken in, amongst several other things. There was no effort made to teach him how to control his visions, but instead Wolf simply taught him to buck up, that if it was something he couldn't help he needed to learn to work around it or let it run him over. So work around it he did. When he was fifteen, as Star Wolf split up he decided he was ready to leave Wolf's custody with his own Wolfen and (with a real pilot's license and a fake ID), he started offering his services as a mercenary. At first he was marginally successful, living out of his Wolfen and making his living while minimizing costs where he could. He visited Wolf occasionally in this time (and would continue to do so throughout his career), but his decision to leave early altered the dynamic a little between them, though he still cared about the old man, and he was pretty sure that Wolf still cared about him, even if he didn't show it openly. However, as time went on, the dreams and visions continued to haunt him more and more, to the point that it was impacting his work. So, when he found out about Krystal McCloud's psionic school, he jumped on that chance in the hopes of learning to block the old Aparoid voices out. He was never her best student, not by a long shot, not for any lack of effort on his part, but rather simply because the way that his psionic capacity worked it proved difficult from him to actually use it with any proper control or direction. On top of that, it was difficult for him to link with other students, since others were trying to reach out, while he was trying to keep himself contained while learning to utilize his gift/curse. Still, he managed to graduate, not quite with flying colors but by the time he'd left he was able to more or less control his situation and, furthermore, was marginally capable as a psion--by no means someone that would be relied on for such things like Krystal was, but it was something he could utilize when it was called for. With his one great obstacle finally crushed, he was free to return to what he enjoyed: flying, fighting, and protecting. Not long after he started his work he developed a habit of jumping on jobs practically as soon as they were posted (that was more a personal talent of his than anything psionic). He acquired wealth quickly and soon began to form a team including his old mentor, the pilots all flying old Wolfens, though they modified them to bring them closer to current military Arwing status. Unlike his mentor's Star Wolf squadron of old, Cameron Ferrera's Viper Squadron was more discerning in their clientèle, not quite to the point of refusing "black" (illegal) missions, but being very choosy about them and careful about who they worked with. By the time Red Talon came to be, Viper had already acquired, the White Fang--a repair vehicle actually that they re-purposed into being a pocket carrier. Now, lately they've been having some financial troubles as well, largely due to the recent contracts drought, but Viper Squadron has more in reserve and a more loyal base of support than Red Talon simply due to being there first, so Cameron is confident that they'll be able to survive the situation. However, he still feels as if he owes Krystal a favor...
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