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Dominic Valojin (66A9B6-0)
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Name Dominic Valojin (Dom)
Homeworld Vajrin
Species Humaniti (Solomani)
Description Hazel Eyes, Dark Hair
Age 42
Rad. Dose 0

Physical Characteristics
Age 42
Strength 6 (+0)
Dexterity 6 (+0)
Endurance 10 (+1)
Intellect 9 (+1)
Education 11 (+1)
Social 6 (+0)
Psi 0

DMs  
0 (-3) 1-2 (-2) 3-5 (-1) 6-8 (+0) 9-11 (+1) 12-14 (+2) 15+ (+3)

Post Career BlockStudy Period
Training in Skill Week # of Study Periods Complete
Pilot: Spacecraft 8 16 1

MAX Skill Levels (INT+EDU) * 3 = 60


 


Notable PersonsAssociation
Colonel HarnetAlly (Marines Term 3)
Allyne DuchampPact to remain friends forever (University Term 1)
Nezzara ArroukSurvived a deadly mission together (Marines Term 3)

 


 


Weapons
Name TL Range Damage WT MAG Traits
Stunner 12 10m 3D 0.5 kg 100 Stun, Zero-G, DM+1 closer than 50mLaser Sight
Laser Rifle11400m5D+35 kg100Scope, DM+1 beyond 50mHolographic Sights, Zero-G
Static Blade12Melee3D+23 kgNAAP 6
Unarmed NA Melee 1D+(STR DM) NA NA

Armor
Name TL Rad WT Traits
Cloth 12 - 2 kg Protection +4
Flak Jacket 8 - 6 kg Protection +5

Character Notes
Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item WT Item WT
Cloth2 kg (0.5 kg worn)Flak Jacket6 kg (1.5 kg worn)
Static Blade3 kgStunner 0.5 kg
Laser Rifle5 kgComputer/1 with TL 10 Translator/1Mobile Comm-
IR goggles includedLight Intensifier Goggles-  
Total Load [ 10.5 kg ]

Augments TL Effect
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Finances kCr6.641
1 Ownership share in the Spirit of Hope

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Nezzara Arrouk (968A94-0)


Name Nezzara Arrouk, formerly Army Corporal & Merchant Marine Senior Crewman
Homeworld Raguegh (If we are sticking to the Spinward marches, otherwise this might be changed to something similar)
Species Humaniti, male
Description Bald, tan, bearded, prematurely greyed, husky and stout in body.
Age 38
Rad. Dose 0

Physical Characteristics
Age 38
Strength 9 (+1)
Dexterity 6 (+0)
Endurance 8 (+0)
Intellect 10 (+1)
Education 9 (+1)
Social 4 (-1)
Psi 0

DMs  
0 (-3) 1-2 (-2) 3-5 (-1) 6-8 (+0) 9-11 (+1) 12-14 (+2) 15+ (+3)

Post Career BlockStudy Period
Training in Skill Week # of Study Periods Complete
Gunner 7 8 0

MAX Skill Levels (INT+EDU) * 3 = 57


SkillsRank
Admin 1
Athletics 0
Broker 0
Deception 1
Drive 0
Electronics 0
Gun Combat (Slug) 1
Gun Combat (Energy) 1
Heavy Weapons 0
Mechanic 1
Medic 3
Melee 0
Persuade 1
Recon 1
Science 0
Streetwise 1
Vacc Suit 1

 



Character Background
Nezz was raised in a mesh of tincans floating about cold space, which was called Raguegh, not that it mattered. He was part of the unwashed masses, the cogs in the machine, born to a family of little significance and means. It was a crowded space, helplessly overfilled in fact, but also a very technologically advanced one. While technology did not necessarily mean comfort or warmth, especially when it was solely aimed at industrial means, it did mean some sort of opportunity if one had a good head on their shoulders. And Nezzara was smart enough, strong enough, learned enough. The resources were there for him to utilise, and he had learned quickly he did not want to become one of those base thugs that just tried to become the big bad fish in the middle of the other sardines squeezes into the worldlets. In the beginning his plan wasn't even to get out, per se, but just to get somewhere it was less crowded. That this could be an actual planet with atmosphere only occured to him at a very late stage. Be that as it may, even though he saw the steel and blinking lights all around him he realised that in truth he might be a people person. Biology just interested him, and wasn't it the most advanced machine there was? Well, probably not, but he still dreamt of becoming a doctor. Might be he could wing University, or if not that then some sort of military medical gig.
Soon after his 18th birthday he enrolled in the local University entry exams. He was reasonably smart, but found that there were about fifty thousand other kids that might have been just as smart trying to gain entry to University every year. Thinking that things like degrees might not be for somebody like him he tried to join the army to get his medical education there, should they put him in such a job. Not only did he succeed, but he was also immediately enrolled in medic duties. Considering he army actually taught him how to put a person back together this was all great so far. The people were dirty and rude - just like back home. It was uncertain why, but he also got a relatively cosy deployment working at HQ lasering furuncles of off top brass or just generally learning how to survive around army mandarins. It was like the bureaucracy back home, just on steroids. But he felt that the people were put off by his low-class demeanour, and not gaining commission was a little bit of a blow. However he received a regular promotion, which promted him to postpone his plans of becoming a doctor on some out of the way planet for another tour of duty. Nezz just hoped it would be as comfortable again as this one had been.
His second tour of duty started out as more of the same, with Nezzara being attached to the HQ medical of a batallion doing a peacekeeping mission in some laid back rural place. he started to think maybe the top brass was just pretending not to like his brash and abbrasive station-scum demeanour with the way that they still kept him around in a somewhat cushy position. However it wasn't all furuncles and taking blood in the army. During his second tour he got involved in more complicated medical procedures on the battlefield and off, since even though he wasn't doing any of the fighting where he was there were still some other people that did. By the end of it he felt like University couldn't have taught him about applied medicine better than what he got here. When he was promoted a second time, now serving as a Corporal for HQ medical, he started to genuinely enjoy the army. There was going to be more responsibility involved, and he might have a genuine shot at trying his hand at real leadership. This would become a turning point, given that if he doubled down now maybe his dreams of his own medical practice later would vanish entirely. He was doing medicine here after all, wasn't he? ; This stage in life also marked when Nezzra met Allyne Duchamp, when the woman was part of a diplomatic mission to the planet he was peacekeeping on. She helped negotiate a very tense and important exchange of prisoners and wounded, to which Nezzra tended after the handover. The two hit it off afterwards.
It was his third tour when things started to go south. The situation got a little more intense in his part of the sector, and he was eventually pulled from his relatively safe position to be redeployed near a hot combat zone. Nezzara was involved in some frontline duty, for a change shooting at people as well as patching fellow soldiers up. For a year or so this was a stressful deployment, but he pushed through it. He was looking forward to more promotions and continuing his career in the army. However it didn't turn out that way. He was due to be shifted around to some other battlefield yet again, and with few troop carriers his batallion was pushed on the same ship that was already full of army men. The usual headbutting started between army and marines, and it wasn't Nezzaras commander that got his way. For some reason unknown to himself one Marine Colonel Harnet took the troop ship through a nebula. There events unknown to Nezzara caused the ship to crash and flood with poisonous gas. He tried to transport injured troops but was caught in a subsequent explosion. He nearly died, waking up in a medbay heavily sedated some time later. The army was grateful enough to cover all his medical expenses, and eventually his body recovered fully. They even put some fancy plating underneath his skin, so that was something. There was however a confidence lost in the procedures of the military, because of the general mess and the fact that he was honourably discharged when he thought he actually deserved a medal. It was time to take that civilian job now after all.
After having fully recovered Nezzara wanted to give academia a shot. There was the opportunity to become part of a research project that he had heard through an old military friend due to him bein a reasonably accomplished medical professional. However he was ultimately passed on for somebody with a university degree and more experience in scientific research. He had to reconsider what to with himsef yet again, but knowing that he always had a home in the military somewhere he let himself be drafted. This led to him being deployed as a merchant marine on an imperial trader. Now again at the bottom of the totem-pole he worked a lot of manual jobs, but he found himself to be well liked, maybe even a little more so than in the army. The crewmembers and even the NCOs seemed to be from similar backgrounds to himself, and eventually his medical abilities got to be in high demand too. He was set to be a more wealthy man when mustering out, and also a slightly more fit one too, given the physically strenuous work around the ship. His tour of duty was very succesful all throughout, earning him a promotion and a fair amount of wealth. However, it was not the kind of work that he wanted to do for a long time, which is why he decided to try again to enter a scientific profession.
When Nezzara had been younger he had dreamed of becoming some laid back rural doctor. Now that he was older he was less fussy and just followed the opportunities, so when it was possible to join a research station as a measly lab-tech he took it. He figured he could brush up on the science fundamentals there - the kind he never got due to his unconventional education, which he partially accomplished. Working at the research lab was educational, but he found that there was as much bureaucratic nonsense as the army sometimes had. While here he had to talk his way out of these situation when in the army one couldn't, however he would have preferred to be able to concentrate on his work alone. During one of the many functions and seminars that he attended during this time he met Rafe Trystienne, a newly knighted noble sweet-talking some of the functionaries that were in the way of scientific progress and therefore a major pain in Nezzaras behind. It eased the problems somewhat, but there was just something off about working at the station. Even after years it was made very clear to him that he was as far away from being promoted as can be, which was not how he imagined science work at all. He hadn't joined this gig to do gruntwork forever, so eventually Nezzara decided it was time to pack it all up for good. He would have loved to make a clear cut, yet shortly before Nezzara realised that this wasn't really for him he had been pushed into a bad deal buying an out of date lab ship from the research station's surplus. It was only 25% paid off, and he couldn't even fly it, but for the time being it was his. He could always sell it later on. At least it was a way to be able to go wherever he wanted now, if only he could afford the exorbitant maintenance AND the mortgage at the same time. He'd have to find a way to make some money quick, or in two months tops he would be pennyless...

Weapons
Name TL Range Damage WT MAG Traits
Unarmed NA Melee 1D+1 NA NA
Club NA Melee 2D+1 3 NA  
Shotgun 4 50m 4D 4 6 Bulky: A Bulky weapon has a powerful recoil or is simply extremely heavy – this makes it difficult to use effectively in combat by someone of a weak physical stature. A Traveller using a Bulky weapon must have STR 9 or higher to use it without penalty. Otherwise, all attack rolls will have a negative DM equal to the difference between their STR DM and +1.Bulky
Rifle 5 250m 3D 5 5  
Stunner 10 5m 2D+3 0,5 100 These weapons are designed to deal non-lethal damage, incapacitating a living target rather than killing it. Damage is only deducted from END, taking into account any armour. If the target’s END is reduced to 0, the target will be incapacitated and unable to perform any actions for a number of rounds by which the damage exceeded his END. Damage received from Stun weapons is completely healed by one hour of rest.Stun, This weapon has little or no recoil, allowing it to be used in low or zero gravity situations without requiring an Athletics (dexterity) check.Zero-G

Armor
Name TL Rad WT Traits
Vacc-Suit +8 10 145 10 Required skill Vacc Suit 0
Cloth +8 10 - 5

Character Notes
None right now.

Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item WT Item WT
Medkit TL10 1Portable Computer and Comm (Computer 2) TL10 0,5
Medkit TL12 1 - -
Total Load [ ]

Augments TL Effect
Subdermal Armour 10 Armour +1

Finances, Assets
38.516‬‬ kcr.
46 Shares of the "Spirit of Hope"

 
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Name Allyne Duchamp
Homeworld Garda-Vilis
Species Human
Description Black hair, brown eyes, dark skin
Age 38
Rad. Dose 0

Physical Characteristics
Age 38
Strength 3
Dexterity 5
Endurance 5
Intellect 9
Education 11
Social 5
Psi 0

DMs  
0 (-3) 1-2 (-2) 3-5 (-1) 6-8 (+0) 9-11 (+1) 12-14 (+2) 15+ (+3)

Post Career BlockStudy Period
Training in Skill Week # of Study Periods Complete
J-Drive 7 8 0

MAX Skill Levels (INT+EDU) * 3 = 60

Current total 17

SkillsRank
Astrogation 1
Electronics - computers1
Electronics - comms 1
Electronics - sensors 1
Mechanic2
Drive0
Engineering - M-Drive 2
Engineering - J-Drive 1
Engineering - Power 1
Pilot - space craft 1
Vacc Suit 0
Athletics 0
Gunner 0
Gun combat 0
Recon 1
Melee (blade) 1
Navigation 1
Persuade 1
Streetwise 1
Medic 1

 



Character Background
Allyne had always been a busy child. Not brilliant, not gifted, but determined and busy. She was the third of Geoffrey and Milly Duchamp’s four children. Milly was a supervisor in the electronics assembly business situated five miles out of town and Geoffrey an mechanic in the automobile garage that served their suburb. It was a comfortable, if unspectacular upbringing.
Allyne would have been confined to the planet-bound life that was common in her extended family, earning a living by serving the local Garda-Vilis industry, had it not been for her incessant curiosity to understand what made things tick. This was noticed at an early age by the teachers of her modest, unambitious, school. They encouraged here by giving her free rein of the labs and design shop on the campus and watched as the curious little girl blossomed into an overall-wearing grease-smeared young lady ready to take her first steps into adulthood and responsibility.
Her continent on Garda-Vilis had been pacified some twenty years earlier after civil unrest that had been running on a low-boil for three generations. As part of the settlement, all her citizens were to serve a four year service in military or commercial endeavours before embarking on a career of their own. The only way to delay that, and take control of your life’s direction was to get acceptance in one of the local universities or military schools based off-planet
Allyne, while educationally competent, was no A student. Nevertheless, she had her heart set on deepening her education. Her application had gone in, with her cause pled elegantly by herself and supported by the recommendations of her teachers. So, it was one early summer’s morning her heart leapt as a letter dropped through her door – a letter that bore the university’s insignia …
… She was in! The young woman screamed with relief and joy, running from father to mother, brother to sister, waving the letter and jumping for joy. The proudest of families escorted their daughter in the grandest car the George had borrowed from the garage to the spaceport some four hours drive from their sleepy city. They waived the naÔve undergraduate through security were she was swallowed by the crowds of youngster, thrilling with excitement at the path that was laid before them.
Allyne’s good nature, enthusiasm and emerging talent helped her blend in with the sons and daughters of families of the sort that she had only seen in movies … and here she was – one of them. In her second year, she shared lodgings with a group of like-minded engineers and between them they dreamed of flying the great capital ships of the fleet, commanding ranks of technicians skilled in cutting edge techniques in the most advanced of technology. Between them they would shape the future of space flight. They pledged to share their insights and opportunities and build careers that would lead them away from this backwater to the most glamorous sectors of the galaxy or into the teeth of pivotal battles for the sake of the empire. It was at this time that she met Lance Dieter the intelligent, glamorous young socialite who was destined for high things in the Navy. She waved him off at the end of her second year and dreamed of when she too would be wearing that officer cadet’s uniform.
So, when Allyne qualified with honours there was not surprise. She was one of the most talented in the class – partly because she was bright, but mostly because she worked so hard. There was only one thing for her to do now. Put her name down for officer training in the Naval corps. She would serve her national service as the first stepping-stone to her magnificent career.
But Allyne was soon the find that she could not shake her upbringing that readily. The recruiting captain who interviewed her at officer selection was from the capital – close enough to know what Allyne’s hometown met. He made it clear before he asked a question that he did not consider her officer material, so it was not surprise to the young graduate to receive the “with regret …” letter that encouraged her to consider the enlisted route. So as her classmates turned left into the officer candidate staterooms, Allyne turned right to bunk with her fellow enlisted men.
But the young lady was not set back for long. On the Warspite, an aging battleship of the fleet, She threw herself into the basic training, learning the essentials of life in the navy. It wasn’t long before her handiness was recognised and she promoted as Able Spacehand in the machine shop, where she was soon sought out as the magician who could fix just about everything.
As she matured into the hard-working, level-headed Spacehand, she found herself being called upon as part as off-ship missions. Her talent for improvisation meant she’d saved many an otherwise abortive mission by jury-rigging vital kit. It was just a mission where she met Nezz. The army doctor was accompanying the team retrieving prisoners from one of the anonymous conflicts that were sparking across the region. Allyne had been sent down to evaluate the environment and to identify if any booby-traps or bombs had been set to welcome the peacekeepers.
She found none, but she did find the young doctor cursing the kit that had been damaged in transit. The prisoners had been badly injured and the doctor wanted to induce a coma during transport, but his ventilator had been cracked and there were no replacements vital components. It was a simple task for Allyne. The two of them shared a companionable beer as they admired their respective abilities to repair man and machine and bonded over their shared struggle for recognition and respect from the military class.
Back on the Warspite, once again Allyne’s hard work and diligence paid off. The Lieutenant Lance Dieter, who was by now taking his stint heading engineering, took her under his wing again. He diverted her away from fixing every broken this-and-that that was sent down to their shop towards more advanced studies. Cloistered away into the officer’s dining rooms, she was initiated into the higher mathematics that allowed ships to navigate the galaxy.
And when it came to the next round of applications for commissions, he pushed her into applying again and coached her in her applications. No one, but Allyne, was surprised when the ensign’s band was delivered to her dorm. The enlisted men partied hard to see one of their raised up to the officer class. She gathered her belongings and took the trip bow-wards to the stateroom she was to share with a freshly enlisted officer trainee.
So, when the Warspite was assigned duty in the hot war, she was assigned to lead the engineering team responsible for damage repair to the ship’s engines. The heat of battle is a great teacher. They had taken a torpedo to the aft of the ship, which had torn a whole in its skin and rendered the jump drive inactive. The fleeing aggressors would have made it to safety behind the rebel lines were it not for Allyne’s team’s prompt action. They were able to rig a by-pass that took the dead cells out of the series that fuelled each jump, giving just enough juice to close with their quarry and neutralise it.
Commander Lance Dieter who saluted her and her team as he left the Waspite for the last time to pursue the next stage of his glittering career. Allyne meanwhile was left with a long layover while the ship was refitted. The enforced rest was made easier by the coincidence of meeting Kyrina Telia, the electronics undergraduate who has been part of her gang at university. Allyne had lost touch with her when Kyrina decided not to follow a career in the services, so it was a surprise to find her fried as a minor celebrity, entertaining the gathered sailors and marines in an officers bar. The two of them hung out for a month and it was the most pure fun Allyne had had since leaving university. Then, one party, Kyrina fell badly for a young police offices, Idrick Reinner. The two of them were in that first-love haze, unable to spend a minute apart – but Kyrina felt sorry for her friend and occasionally invited her to be an awkward gooseberry on their dates, or even worse to fix up a double date with one of her doubtful friends. But Idrick did not seem to mind. In fact he was fascinated by Allyne’s electronics insights and facility with computers. He asked for her help on some of the details of a case he was working on.
So, when the day came to launch the refitted Warspite, Allyne stood anxiously, waiting to see who would take command of the engineering team. She rolled her eyes as a boy eight years her junior stepped in, the fresh lieutenant’s pips still gleaming on his uniform. Lieutenant Henriech Colstein caught the look and things went downhill from there. Whether the man was insulted by Allyne’s initial reaction or was intimidated by her competence, the Lieutenant saw to it that her career would go no further. He gave her tasks well below her competence and station and saw to it that every mistake and problem that happened around her was blamed on her – both in front of the Warspite’s new captain and on her records.
As the current tour completed, Lieutenant Colstein’s promotion application was denied. He was in a foul mood and looking for someone to blame. With half a flask of whiskey in his belly, he berated Allyne, stabbing his finger at her official record. He made it clear that if she did not resign from the service now, then he would see to it that she received the final demerit that would see her lose benefits on mustering out and cut her adrift in the galaxy.
The engineer had no choice. She took her benefits at looked for a job – any job – that would get her away from the backwater they had ended up in. And she was lucky. At that time, Carolyn Dracard the aging captain of the Spirit of Hope was at the bar. The captain recognised a talented ship hand when she saw it, and ships like the Spirit of Hope always needed a good engineer on board to keep them operating well.
This new life for Allyne was a shot of vitality. She was thrown out of the regimented naval life and into the life of the freebooting trader. Carolyn nurtured her introduction into the world of real people … how to find your way around the sketchiest of space ports, while avoiding trouble. How to talk your way out of parasitic bandits, seeking to tax your profits away, and how to live with a ship without being navy-perfect all the time.
Allyne was taken with this life – the freedom and self-expression it allowed her. But just as she was blossoming into a second youth, the arthritis she had inherited from her mother begun to bite. He hands and knees began to swell, and movement was painful. There were drugs that could slow the effect, but just that, slow it. With each bout of the disease she found herself less and less physically able. Her mind was still sharp as a tack, and her knowledge of how to make just about anything work was admirable, but she was weaker and slower. Noticeably so.
Captain Dracard had been talking about it for over a year now, so it was no surprise when it actually happened. The Captain was retiring, taking her profits and settled down. But what was surprising was when she handed Allyne the codes and deeds to the Spirit of Hope. Sure, it came with a large mortgage outstanding, but it was a ship. A ship! Allyne had a ship of her own, with a belly big enough to earn a living, and the whole of the galaxy ahead of her. What would she do now?

Contacts
Idrick Reinner PC
(Kyrina Telia – Idrick’s partner)
Nezz Arrouk PC (doctor)
Dominic Valojin PC (university friend)
Captain Lance Dieter (ally)
Lieutenant Henriech Colstein (rival)


Weapons
Name TL Range Damage WT MAG Traits
Unarmed NA Melee 1D+(STR DM) NA NA
Blade 2 Melee 2D 2 NA -
Stunstick 8 Melee 2D 1 NA Stun

Armor
Name TL Rad WT Traits
Cloth 10 - 6 +8 protection

Character Notes
Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item WT Item WT
Mobile comm---
Electronics - computers toolkit---
Electronics - comms toolkit---
Engineering - sensors toolkit---
Mechincal toolkit---
Total Load [ ]

Augments TL Effect
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Finances2,066 cr.
Stuff:
Blade
TAS membership
Mobile comm TL 13, Computer/1
24 shares in Far Trader Spirit of Hope
(Mortgage outstanding TBC)

 
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Eighth daughter of the first son of the grandfather trickster, the pride leader of Iykyasea Clan.Siyajkhoara Koihhlaiwahtoi Khyeiryos Iykyasea (A37AC6-0)

Name Siyajkhoara Koihhlaiwahtoi Khyeiryos Iykyasea or "Jack"
Homeworld Heakafaw Sector
Species Aslan
RankPlanetary Navy of Heakafaw, Able Space Hand
Clan Iykyasea (One of the 29 Tlaukhu)
Description Jack wears simple clothes of dark navy and black and high utility. She wears no jewelry and keeps atypically long hair in the human style. The hair is frequently in a bun or braid to stay clear of gunnery equipment or her guns. Fellow Aslan might consider her a turncoat to the Imperium. Early on she was unkempt, but now the battle hardened Aslan is meticulous in appearance. Simple but put together. Jack occasionally will wear spectacles while reading, though these are for head's up displays rather than to correct faulty eyesight. Jack has a sharp look to her eyes and she speaks precisely with a minimal Aslan accent. When she walks, she is quite clumsy, particularly for an Aslan. Her clothes show signs of frequent repairs due to the mishaps that occur secondary to her poor dexterity.
Age 40
Rad. Dose 0

Physical Characteristics
Age 40
Strength10
Dexterity3
Endurance7
Intellect10
Education12
Social6
Psi0

SkillsRank
Astrogation --
Electronics - computers0
Electronics - comms 0
Electronics - sensors 1
Mechanic1
Deception0
Drive--
Engineering - M-Drive --
Engineering - J-Drive --
Engineering - Power --
Pilot --
Vacc Suit 1
Athletics --
Gunner 0
Gunner, Turret2
Gun Combat 0
Gun Combat, Slug Thrower4
Recon --
Medic1
Melee 0
Melee (Dew Claw)1
Navigation --
Persuade --
Science0
Science (Archeology)1
Science (Sophontology)1
Stealth1
Streetwise 0
Survival1
Tactics1

 



 
Khijajuk'tu Koihhlaiwahtoi Khyeiryos Iykyasea is born to the conservative first son of 'the Great Trickster' the master strategist of the Iykyasea Clan and member of the Tlaukhu, the ruling council of the Aslan. She is the eight daughter of the first son of the pride leader. Khijajuk'tu is small and clumsy for her age and throughout life. She is frequently the maid servant of her older sisters, and received very little attention from her Clan and Pride. Khija displays an incredible thirst for knowledge and immerses herself in education.
As a youth, Khija is taken from world to world as part of the Iykyasea retinue, learning basics of Vac Suits and Survival on a number of worlds. She begins her lifelong love of archeology, history, and sophontology. Considered aberrant even for a female Aslan, Khija continues to stay a bookworm. Despite her emersion, she is considered a 'good student,' but 'not all that bright,' by her highly paid tutors.
Despite warnings from her older sisters, Khija neglects her physical health and training. Her Akhuaeukhyeh (Rite of Passage) at age 14 (Aslan years) goes very poorly. She is a major disappointment int he eyes of her Clan and Pride. Despite her sharp mind and excellent study habits, Khija is forced to take the Rite of Siyajkhoara'ktk and become a A female sworn not to marry and dedicate their life to the ClanSiyajkhoara. She attempts to enter school at the prestigious Heakafaw University on Renestaw to become a scientist for her Clan. Siyajkhoara spends a great deal of time alone and in her books.
Siyajkhoara, who goes by "Jack" to her human colleagues at University, initially thrives away from her Pride. She takes a liking to Sophology and Archeology. Unfortunately, over time the studies become more and more difficult in this area. By her third year she is a 'C' student. Her Clan, unimpressed with her studies, withdraws financial support. Jack cannot afford her studies. The Iykyaseah become tired of Jack and withdraw support completely. Dues are too expensive for Jack and she has to leave school. She awaited transport to rejoin her Clan, but the shuttle from the ship did not come before her Clan ship left the starport. All hailing and messages have been ignored. Jack is a clanless outcast now.
The Aslan known only as "Jack" has one friend left from University, a human from Imperium space Hamish "Ham" Collins. Desperate, she takes a job moving freight at the spaceport on Heakafaw. She is barely able to scrape by, and has to share a tiny hovel with her co-workers. Most of these are outcast Aslan and humans. Abuse of all types occurs to these downtrodden folk. One evening heading home from work, Jack is mugged. While only minor injuries are sustained, she loses two weeks pay. She is unable to pay her for housing, and is cast out on the streets. She tries to stay with her old University friend, but they graudate and leave Heakafaw. Jack is now homeless and eventually her meager pay is not enough to sustain her. She is fired from her laborer job and has no further options.
Jack stows away on an Imperium ship and leaved the Hierate. She realizes she has no options left with the Aslan. She is found by the crew, the majority of which is TAS. They take pity on this pathetic specimen of an Aslan and take her to the next major port-of-call. Jack immediately enlists, and after testing is sent to the navy for training. Analysis by the armed forces shows strong aptitude for learning and nascent intelligence. Jack keeps to herself, although she takes on many human characteristics during the training.
During her time in the navy, Jack spends much more time on fitness. She takes up guns to overcome her poor manual skills. While she is no crackshot, she obtains basic competency. Jack has no illusions about her scholarly aspirations at this point. She is determined to succeed in the navy, and works hard using her advanced education to compete as a capable crew member. In time she is promoted to Able Spacehand, and assigned to routine maintenance.
Jack is first assigned to a frigate for the Imperium running blockade of a highly contested sector. She works alone doing routine maintenance of the ship. 'Bad Luck' Jack as she is called, has been tossed around from ship to ship. She is the rare Aslan in the navy, and has trouble making friends. Jack finds favor with her Captain when she finds one explosive device not he blockade frigate. There are others on the navy ships in the blockade, and Jacks discovery prevents massive loss of life. She is seen favorably for promotion at the next cycle.
Phar Agma, Jack's Supervisor on the frigate Holiday Reaper is the turncoat that received bribes to sabotage the ship. Phar was sympathetic to the rebels besieged by the Third Imperium. Phar is courtmartialed, found guilty, and sentenced to military prison for life. As he is carted away, Phar swears he will kill Jack for uncovering the plot.
"Bad Luck" Jack has become an affectionate moniker for the Aslan crew member of the Holiday Reaper Planetary Defense Navy of Heakafaw. Jack's natural talent in science and Sophontology leads her to communications and sensors. She excels at sensors. Insurgents on Heakafaw continue to allude the PDN, and though Jack is not personally responsible, their is a black mark on the members of the navy responsible for detection of smugglers and spies. Jack is protected by Captain Rainsaw of the Holiday Reaper, but Jack is not able to keep the stink of failure completely away from her career. Prior to the scandal, Jack is promoted to Able Spacehand, E3. The promotion was submitted and cleared prior to the Heakafaw navy failures.
"Bad Luck" Jack serves in the Heakafaw Planetary Navy and has now recovered from the scandal plaguing her career the last four years. Her intelligence and ability to learn has finally made her a valued member of the team. Years of peace from the Heakafaw Insurgency is broken by a last gasp attempt to overwhelm the Navy with sheer numbers of privateers and pirate vessels. The Holiday Reaper is called upon to board a larger ship but all marines are occupied on other boardings. Jack is the first into the breach to take The Dark Sonnet, one of the largest ships in the Insurgent fleet. Jack performs bravely, saving the lives of four fellow crew members. She is promoted to Petty Officer 3rd Class, and transferred to her next ship assignment on the destroyer, Wunderkind. When she leaves The Holiday Reaper, she is reduced 'Bad News Jack,' a tribute to her hard nosed skill in combat.
Early on her Wunderkind tour of duty, "Bad News Jack" meets Oriapah, a Third Imperium Aslan. At first she is shy o the fellow Aslan, being an outcast from the Hierate. Soon they realize a mutual love of war-games (fueled by Jack's intelligence and studious nature) and ancient history and archeology. Jack confides in Oriapah that she washed out of Heakafaw University while studying sophontology and archeology. The two strike up a friendship that persists to this day. Jack sees it as her job to protect her friend. The two spend enough time for Jack to teach her the basics of slug throwers squad tactics. The two part ways vowing to meet up again later in life.
Wunderkind is detached at the request of the Imperial Navy to rescue a company of marines left behind enemy lines. This is a stealth mission and Jack is tapped to assist with the rescue. She is one of the first to arrive at the pinned in Ad and his comrades. Jack is struck by the strange Psi-Operative, striking up a conversation after the rescue. Jack sees to Ad during the journey back to Imperial space safety.
“Bad News Jack” meets the Heakafaw Sector Admiral who want to meet the Aslan awarded the Starburst Medal of Honor. He spends time with Jack for a long interview and leaves impressed with her pluck. As an offhand comment, Admiral Chenkoff asks which service Jack liked the best. “Gunnery” she responded. Two weeks later, Jack was transferred to Blaze of Glory as Chief Petty Officer in charge of Gunnery. Her nick name slowly changes “Gunny Jack.”
Gunny Jack serves her final term in the Heakafaw Sector Navy on board the flagship Blaze of Glory. Admiral Chenkoff is her commanding officer, and the two spend many hours together discussing military maneuvers and history. Gunny +2 EDU at Mustercompletes her University coursework on her own, though no degree is conferred. During her time on the Blaze of Glory, Jack makes many contacts through Chenkoff, +2 SOC at Musterworking on her social skills in human dominated space. Though the Admiral and Jack are loath to admit it, they develop a platonic love over these years in service. This will endure throughout the remainder of their days.
Gunny Jack keeps track with both Captain Ram Chou of the Holiday Reaper from the Heakafaw Planetary Navy. He was the first officer to see her potential and give her a chance. When she retires, Chou comes to the party as a civilian and captain of his own private exploration vessel. Hamish, Jacks only friend from University, stays in touch as well. He is well regarded archeologist, having returned to Imperium space with first hand knowledge of ancient Aslan and Ancients culture.
Gunny Jack, now retired, lives for a time in Heakafaw space. Soon she becomes bored, despite time and money to pursue sophontology and archeology. She realizes she is now a woman of action. She is only in her 40's, and is more educated and connected than ever before. She fine tunes her pistol and assault rifle, purchases a personal vac suit, and looks to the stars for more adventures. She started from despair, and now is an accomplished spacer, gunner. Gunny Jack is proud and content. She sees the future as a bright opportunity for adventure.

ContactsNotes
Captain Ram Chan Captain of Ancient Rime, Retired Captain Heakafaw Planetary Navy, Friend
Admiral Anton ChenkoffAdmiral Heakafaw Sector Admiral, Advisor


Weapons
Name TL Range Damage WT MAG Traits
Dew Claw NA Melee 1d+3 NA NA No Disarm
Cutlass2Melee3d6+14kg----
Accelerator Rifle9250m3d2kg15Zero-G
Advanced Combat Rifle10450m3D40Auto 3, Scope, LS(+1DM) 

Armor
Name TL Rad WT Traits
Cloth1005kg+8 Protection

Character Notes
Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= 17kg)
Item WT Item WT
Cloth Armor5kgAccelerator Rifle2kg
Cutlass4kgBreather Mask--
Filter Mask--  
Total Load [ 11kg ]

Augments TL Effect
---

Finances Cr280/Bank Cr28,000
 
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Enokfuer - Vargr Broker

Enokfuer - Vargr Broker
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Name Enokfuer
Homeworld Imazura in the Deneb Sector
Species Vargr
Description Standing at a mere 5í in height, Enokfuer is not the most imposing specimen, but then that is all to the better for him. His fur is, or was a dark gray, but now is starting to get rather speckled with light grays and whites that its color is somewhat fading. He is a lithe and slender figure, having maintained his graceful movements in life, with agile, quick fingers and a toothy smile that is ready and able to appear to appease a worried customer. His brown eyes twinkle, and he tends to wear little adornment, sticking with well tailored clothes and a pair of reading glasses that sit well on his muzzle, a dull brassy color.
Age 46
Rad. Dose 0
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Physical Characteristics Stat
Age46
Strength6
Dexterity9
Endurance5
Intellect13
Education9
Social4
Psi0

Dice Modifier Table
Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14
DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2

SkillsRank
Admin2
Animals0
Animals(Handling)1
Broker4
Deception1
Drive0
Electronics0
Gun Combat(Energy)1
Persuade1
Pilot(space craft)1
Profession(Chef) 0
Profession(House Servant) 0
Steward1
Streetwise2
Vacc Suit0
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Weapons
Name TL Range Damage WT MAG Traits
Unarmed NA Melee 1D+(STR DM) NA NA
Stunner1210m3D.5100Stun, Zero G

Armor
Name TL Rad WT Traits
Cloth 10 - 5(1.25 when worn) -
Diplo Vest 3 ---
Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item WT Item WT
Cold Light Lantern.25Sonic Sweat and Stain Remover 1
Mobile Comm
Total Load [ 1.25(2.5 when wearing cloth) ]

Augments TL Effect
---

Finances
95,405cr.
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Connections Story Effect
OrlaBeing a bit of an odd one out, the Vargr among the humans, Enokfuer ended up falling in a friendship with Orla and using his skills in numbers and work to help her get a better mindset for numbers. It was one of the things that helped him figure out that he was better off as a merchant/financier than a chef. In the process though, he did take the opportunity to test out his various chef concoctions on her, and also being the one to smooth out interactions in their adventures, fluffing the ego of whatever snobby human wealthy pup crossed their paths with a chip on their shoulder. Increase Steward by 1 to 1
AdIn order to keep up with the world beyond finance in a more real way than basic media consumption, Enokfuer took to hanging out around the port when off hours, speaking with all sorts in the surrounding bars, listening to conversations, happy to buy drinks and the like. It was during one of these port visits that he happened to meet the human Admegulasha as well as the reason her military ship was in port. That reason was Gunnery Sergeant Aggvan, retiring after a long and greasy service in the army, keeping the mechanics of various machinery running in the Imperium military machine. Over drinks and a meal that wasn't from a military kitchen, Enokfuer ended up coaxing Aggvan to teach him the ways of ships, and ended up picking a focus of the life systems on one, how people maintain some semblance of normalcy out amongst the stars, and with the help of the fellow Vargr, retired or not, and Ad, he was able to hash out the starts of understanding.Gain Engineer: Life Support 1

 


 


 
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Name Boranga Tumba (Mansa King)
Homeworld - Unknown at this point
Species Humani
Description (Describe look and special markings, etc. here.)
Age 30
Rad. Dose 0

Physical Characteristics  
STRength 5
DEXterity 11
ENDurance 6
INTellect 9
EDUcation 8
SOCial 4
PSI -

Dice Modifier Table
Ability 0 1-2 3-5 6-8 9-11 12-14
DM -3 -2 -1 0 +1 +2

SkillsRank
Art 0
Carousing 0
Deception 1
Drive 0
Electronics 0
Electronics (Computers) 1
Electronics (Sensors) 1
Jack of all Trades 0
Persuade 0
Pilot 0
Pilot (Starship) 1
Recon 0
Stealth 0
Streetwise 3
Steward 0

 



Character Background
Growing up on an overcrowded world teeming with needy life, Boranga learned early on that the squeaky wheel got the grease. In order to survive, in order to thrive, you had to stand out from the homogenous crowd. Born to service industry parents, Boranga raised himself with an insatiable appetite for dabbling with electronics, his gadgets his only friends. Becoming hooked on self-help books, Boranga believed that in order to have success in life you had to visualize it and then take appropriate actions. He changed his name to Mansa, an ancient term he heard meant King. At the same time he learned about a desert called the Sahara desert. Sahara was the word for desert... so desert desert. With that in mind Mansa took the last name King... or King King. It was a good start to actualizing his dreams.
Mansa's self actualization exercises begin to pay off as does the long hours practicing his public speaking in front of his bathroom mirror. He is hired as a late night infomercial host hawking dubious products to the gullible masses. His style and delivery are memorable and he meets an up and coming journalist who covers the entertainment beat. They hit it off. His sense of humor and wit vibe well with her hard nose grit and morality. Clarity Belle is now an ally.
Mansa's late night gig was too much of a good thing. The late hours required chemical stimulation... which led to dependency and then a fall into addiction. He became erratic, missed work... and was eventually fired. His severance pay amounted to nothing, all of it owed to dealers and thugs. Mansa King is now unemployed... and trying to hide the truth from Clarity Belle.
Mansa gets caught in a drug bust and to avoid prosecution he agrees to become a wired informant for the law. He is expected to be dead in days, yet somehow... he survives... and thrives. His performance skills reach new levels and he becomes a trusted asset. He is officially hired and becomes a trained undercover agent.
Of course Mansa gets himself involved in an investigation that hits too close to home for the powers that be. Mansa uncovers high level corruption between the drug lords and law enforcement. Knowing that he will be forced to take the fall, Mansa runs, dropping off the grid as he struggles to stay out of prison. As he leaves, King helps himself to some technical gear that he believes he is owed.
Things get worse for Mansa. It is either disappear or end up in prison where he knows he will be killed. The icing on the cake is that Cecil Rhodes, the captain of his ex-unit, ends up marrying Clarity Belle. Mansa spends the next few years as a wanderer hoping that they will somehow forget he exists.

Weapons
Name TL Range Damage WT MAG Traits
Unarmed NA Melee 1D+(STR DM) NA NA  
Blade 2 Melee 2D 2 NA NA
Gauss Pistol 12 20M 3D 1 40 AP 3, Auto 2
Shotgun 4 50M 4D 4 6 Bulky

Armor
Name TL Rad WT Traits
Flak Jacket +5 8 - 6 -

Character Notes
-

Equipment (Encumbered if carried load >= )STR+END+Athletics)
Item WT Item WT
Light Intensifier Goggles1--
Breather Mask---
Binoculars TL 81--
Total Load [2]   

Augments TL Effect
Next Gen Wafer Jack 13 Capacity Bandwidth/10
Neural Comm Audio and visual, Computer/0 12 access the capabilities of a neural comm by thought alone
Finances
4000 cr.

 
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