ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander

[[PS4 Pro - PC] earthtone99]

Commander earthtone99 here. I’m a former Federal assault squadron fighter pilot who served in the 99th Gold Squadron during the last Great War.

Now a mercenary, I side with no one, flying solo after the harrowing experience of witnessing the massacre of almost an entire fleet of fellow comrades in 3302.

I briefly took 6 months space dock duties at the start of 3305, cleaning vessels in the shipyard and docking bays of Garay Terminal in Deciat whilst planning my next venture into deep space.

Returned mid 3305 after hearing of the attacks on Palin and his mega ship and sought to do my bit in the shadows....

Commander earthtone99 out.

o7

 

[Ca$hback]

Tried to make a deal on the split and got backstabbed. They took everything. My home, my wealth, my girl, my rep and left me for dead in the cold of space. Pinned the whole thing on me, the bagman. Won't share my real name, since the feds are looking for me but who I am now is just a man trying to get his cash back. Had five names on my list. Still have three left.

My character is disillusioned scum. Rationalizes slavetrading to assuage the guilt. Not above most things but I try not to make enemies, at least until I get my vengeance (not much PvP). Keeping a low profile is the life of a smuggler.

 

[PR0T4G0N1ST]

In early 3303, The CMDR known as PR0T4G0N1ST was a Federal Navy Exhibition Viper Pilot. Shows were put on by the Federal Navy to impress young recruits to enlist. After CQC Championship was introduced, PR0T4G0N1ST was recruited by his Commanding Officer to join CQC in a collaboration from Uptopixx Entertainment and The Federation. CQC was being used as a recruitment platform as well. REMLOCK and Falcon De Lacy also sponsored PR0T4G0N1ST because of his Viper MkIII background. A personal Viper was also provided to him as a gift from Faulcon De Lacy. This was a heavily modified Viper MkIII known as “Burn Card,” named after his strong inclination for gambling, specifically, card games. He really liked the classic Earth Games, Black Jack and Texas Hold ‘em.

During the CQC Championships in 3303, his squadron leader, CMDR Adema, approached PR0T4G0N1ST. Someone wanted to meet him. The meeting was set at a casino on Mars at a Blackjack table. PR0T4G0N1ST was sitting at the table when Congressman Morgan Unwin joined him. The Congressman began to tell him that he had ties to the Red Family Cartel and proposed that he and PR0T4G0N1ST could make a lot of money together “controlling” outcomes in CQC. PR0T4G0N1ST immediately declined the offer and as he was getting up from the table saying that he wanted nothing to do with any cartel, the congressman told him to sit down and listen and that it was in his best interest. The Congressman explained that Adema is in a serious amount of debt to the cartel and he will have an unfortunate accident in his Viper if PR0T4G0N1ST doesn’t play ball. PR0T4G0N1ST called his bluff, got up and left anyway. There was no way Adema was in debt to the Red Family Cartel.

The next morning, PR0T4G0N1ST received a message that Adema had been involved in an accident where his life support failed in his viper mid-flight after a decompression due to unknown causes. PR0T4G0N1ST realized the situation he had gotten into, headed off to “Burn Card,” and started to plot a jump when he received a Mission Critical message. The message was from someone in the presidential cabinet of the Alliance that called himself “Benefactor.” The message detailed members of the Red Family Cartel that were actively hunting PR0T4G0N1ST, and the location to find them if he chose to find them instead. He went with the latter. For CMDR Adema.

When he reached the Red Family members in Supercruise above Earth, he interdicted them and quickly dispatched both of them in their Cobras. Almost immediately, he received another message from Benefactor saying that he would like to propose an arrangement. This arrangement would have Benefactor providing information and intel about the Red Family Cartel, and PR0T4G0N1ST would help dismantle them. He accepted.

For about a year and a half, PR0T4G0N1ST and Benefactor, hunted and dismantled key members of the Red Family Cartel. In October 3304, PR0T4G0N1ST received a message from the Benefactor that there was going to be big news, and this would be his last message. PR0T4G0N1ST unsure of what to do, began to bounty hunt. On the 23rd of August news was released by the Mars Tribune, that Congressman Morgan Unwin was arrested by the Federal Security Service for having criminal ties to the Red Family Cartel. The owner of the news outlet, Kingsley Cordova, was invited by congress to a special event.

On the same day the Alliance Presidential Gala in Alioth was announced, September 6th 3304, PR0T4G0N1ST received a message from Kingsley Cordova, detailing an assassination attempt on a shared “Benefactor” during the gala. The Alioth Independents were asking CMDRs to bring in esuseku caviar, ceremonial heike tea and live hecate sea worms. The Red family had planned to pose as pirates in the system and pirate a specific T7 that was carrying some of the tea that was planned to be used at the Benefactor’s table. They would “pirate” but infect the tea that was left on board with a genetically targeted bio weapon to poison Benefactor. PR0TG0N1ST immediately headed to Alioth. While scouting, he made note of several CMDRs that were pirate hunting in the area because the Independents of Alioth had issued a kill order on all wanted ships in the system to help secure trade. He specifically noted a CMDR THEOWULD, who seemed rather efficient at dealing with the local pirates. On the 11th of September PR0T4G0N1ST was able to track down the Red Family Cartel members. They were staging in a hazardous resource collection site. He saw there was a Fer-de-Lance and a Vulture. PR0T4G0N1ST engaged them without hesitation. Unfortunately, they were not alone, the Red Family CMDRs were quickly joined by an Anaconda and additional Vulture. PR0T4G0N1ST was outnumbered and things were not going well. Just before his shields were about to break on his Viper, Theowuld jumped out of supercruise into the resource site. PR0T4G0N1ST quickly hailed him asking for assistance with the pirates. Theowuld seeing that the Red family ships were wanted in several systems jumped into the fight with his Krait MkII. Together they took care of the threat and ultimately stopped an assassination attempt on Benefactor. Once the fight was over PR0T4G0N1ST explained the situation to Theowuld. He responded by saying, “I have a group named RESOLVE that I would like you to meet.”

 

[IndigoWyrd]

The curmudgeon squints behind a gold-coated visor and tries to pronounce "Przerotfourgzerononest", believing this to be one of the many names of Great Old Ones, and fails.
"Must be one of those hipster Federal names...".

 

[Zieman]

Native of Perkele.
Descendant of fourth cousin of the famous Energy Deflection Shields Zieman line.
Grew in the vicinity of Maniac Mansion.
Always on the lookout for Slimy Purple Meteor riding his Modified Weird Edsel, to interview him and to finish his memoir.

 

[TiberiusDuval]

Tiberius Duval of course. From Imperial backwater world. Family lore insists that these Duvals are out of wedlock branch of Imperial family, though how much truth is in that is whole another question. Tiberius'es father was kind of history fan and named his sons after Roman emperors. Tiberius won Pilot Federations license lottery, and got his free Sidewinder, and after that he had burning desire to get real imperial nobility rank. Task where he eventually succeeded. Nowadays he is billionaire and dabbles in whatever happens to interest him, mostly exploration and when at civilisation meddling with various affairs with his luxurious Cutter. Mostly he is good guy, staying at right side of law, and doing occasional bounty hunting jobs. Not that he needs that pitifull blood money, but because he believes galaxy is better place without certain scum.

 

[Yumasai]

I was born on the 11th of August 3284 on the planet Earth, located in the Sol system.

My mother worked as a financial administrator at one of Earth's corporations. My father was a smalltime but respected starship mechanic who had to compete with the big corporations.

In 3299, my father was found dead in his workshop. Federal Security Service investigated the matter and concluded he had committed suicide. There was no clear reason given, but my family has suspected since, that he has been unable to cope with fighting the large corporations, ultimately feeling very ashamed to admitt that he could not keep up, and that his smalltime business would be gone.

This has affected me since, as a child, I grew up fond of computers, software especially. As I grew into an adult, graduated and got my degree in Software Engineering, but soon pursued a path as a freelance hacker.

I also was interested into the military, and signed up to serve in the Federal Navy after receiving my license to fly a starship, making him a Commander. The Federal Navy rejected me, but, allowed me to serve in the auxiliary. Soon after, I often became involved in military operations for the Federation: Rounding up criminals, investigating crime scenes and ensuring Federal law was enforced.

In late 3304, I noticed through GalNet the rise of a particulair Imperial organization: Nova Imperium. After having taken notice that Nova's ideals were in line with my own traditionalistic and militaristic as well as isolationistic mindsets, I grew more and more in favor for the organization, which worried the Federal Security Service, marking me as a potential defector.

When Imperator Mordanticus clashed with the Imperial Fleet at the Battle of Paresa, I decided to set out and aid the Imperator's fleet in an effort to help the organization. This proved futile, as the Imperator was arrested and later executed.

To my shock, Arissa Lavigny-Duval decided to brutally purge any and all Nova Imperium supporters within the Empire. Feeling that that was not right, as Hadrian Augustus Duval has the better claim on the throne and that Arissa should step down, I indeed did defect the Federal Navy Auxiliary.

Albeit, I took the choice not to directly work for Nova Imperium. Instead, I opted to join Benelux Commanders, a grouping of Commanders from Sol that were born in Earth's Benelux region, where I also hail from. Despite this, I decided nonetheless to seek out Nova Imperium, and have agreed to serve it as an auxiliary asset.

On the 15th of September, 3305, I decided to leave behind Benelux Commanders in favor for full membership in the Nova Navy, having been rewarded the rank of "Admiral" for my displays of commitment and aid to the Nova cause.

These days, I can thus often be seen deployed on political or military missions for either Benelux Commanders or Nova Imperium.

 

[AveSinistra]

Name: Chapel Von Hildegard
Place of birth: Unknown
Year of birth: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 6' 8
Weight: 97.5 kg / 225 lb
Gender: Male
Build type: Optimized
Skin colour: Dark
Hair colour: Black
Eye colour: White
Accent: Transatlantic (heavier on the British side)

theres not much to say......theres not much known....im kinda just here...to figure it all out

 

[ArsonMcF1re007]

Interesting concept Makes me think thanks.

 

[superbatprime]

o7 pilots.
Commander Superbat Prime.
Federal cartography and clandestine reconnaissance on extended autonomous detachment.

That's a fancy way of saying Federation spy who also takes private jobs.

Definitely not an agitprop agent for any underground revolutionary organisation...

I enjoy tinkering with stealth/hacker ship builds, listening to other people's conversations and sitting silently in the dark for hours.

 

[Kammus]

Dr. Kammus Corelli,

An Imperial by birth. He understands how to play the part, but treats those in service to him with the most respect. Further out, he is much more relaxed with Imperial slaves, and even crews his ships with long serving staff. Closer to Empire controlled space, he must show off, and change his demeanor to please those around him who are accustom to a certain socitial norm.

More at home in the black, seeking out untold technological discoveries, he and his service staff have made journeys to Colonia, and catalogued several gaseous anomalies outside the major empire controlled territory. To date, he has discovered one Guardian Site, and several Earth Like Worlds.

For the imperial navy, he commands the 12th Expeditionary Fleet, in search of technology or trade that will benefit the empire. The 12th's standing orders are to explore the known universe in search of advanced technology or knowledge. This broad reaching order, coupled with his very curious nature, lead Kammus to pursue advanced degrees at the schools on Eotienses.

 

[Sakashiro]

I am Yuna Sakashiro. I ran away from slavery. I fell in love with a young pilot. Then I killed two men, one in self-defense, the other by accident. I am wanted by Federation authorities and by the ISA. Now I am drifting through deep space in a Sidewinder, trying to reach Colonia. I have no idea what awaits me there.

If by chance our paths happen to cross somewhere in the void, this is all you need to know.

 

[Johnpooky84]

Tanaka Terminal, in LHS 2088, is home to Commander Johnpooky84 (known to pretty much everyone as just "John"). Born on Earth, he moved to Tanaka, after seeing just how pretty the girls were there (though he is still single). He is resourceful, adventurous, and sometimes a little bad at landing on a planet.

He'll do anything legal for credits, because he loves collecting ships (which he then names after songs, and gives them appropriate tail numbers). His most recent acquisition was an Imperial Clipper, which he named the "Dragon Lady" (tail number BOC-83. Shown here at Jaques Station)

Right now, John's on an expedition to...wherever his Anaconda ("Ramble On", tail number LZ1969) can take him (and with a 61 LY jump range [241 LY with a shot of Neutron Star Cola], that's pretty much anywhere).

o7

 

[The Golden Knight]

I was looking for just this thread! Because I dumped my backstory in a different thread (Ahem).

Commander Golden-Knight was born on Earth, but had to go many lightyears to achieve pilot certification. Earth had recovered from its many countless conflicts, and even with battle taking the galactic stage (albeit mostly confined to "The Bubble"), most of that period on the planet itself was peaceful.

The name Golden-Knight comes from a famous warrior (or infamous, depending on your sources, and their credibility or lack thereof), who began his dynasty back in the Third World War, as a key leader and "Secret Weapon" that saw the United States win - the very beginning to the "Butterfly Effect" that would directly lead to the founding of The Federation.

Upon reaching the stars, and having set out from the loaned Sidewinder, it was always the dream of Golden-Knight to "return home to Earth", which as fate would have it, would mean completing a single and very specific objective: achieving the rank of Petty Officer in the Federation! This would be no small task, especially with ideology that aligned more closely with the Alliance, and their Libertarian values over Corporate dominance. "Money was just a tool to me, the means for fueling my ambitions to conquer scum and carve my name in the stars. That glory is both priceless and everlasting, which drives me far more than any paycheck ever could."

As soon as possible, Golden-Knight bought the Cobra Mark 3, the first ship to have been purchased through the fruits of hard work. This would be the ship to blaze the trail, and would symbolize the feeling of freedom's beginning...and the ship was named after that emotional sentiment: Freedom's Beginning.

The Freedom's Beginning was armed with 2 pulse lasers and 2 heatseeking missiles, which had proven to be a winning combo: the lasers take down shields, the missile blow away the hull. But, the ship during its legendary voyage that'd draw a ring around the whole Milky Way would be shockingly unarmed, since the ship itself was designed specifically for maximum speed, fuel capacity, and a 4A fuel scoop - the key to any deep space voyage outside "The Bubble".

Should there ever be any indicator of success, the pilot has brought honor to the clan name, and the original "Hero Leader" of World War Three had been commemorated in the form of a plush doll, that can sit atop any pilot's dashboard (provided the ARX were good, of course). Honoring the start of that bloodline was the personal and explicit request of Commander Golden-Knight.



With regards to Earth, since it's a tourist attraction and the Federation government has moved to Mars, I see the old Washington DC as nothing but a giant, city-sized monument, dedicated to all the historically significant characters, both before AND after the Founding of the Federation. That definitely includes "Hero Monument", and various plaques listing the greatest explorers and combat pilots in the Elite Dangerous universe (specifically, us the players).
And with that in mind, all the contributions of the present-day Commander Golden-Knight have been given to the Abraham Lincoln station floating around Earth. That is as close as the game will currently physically allow to us landing on Earth proper (a.k.a. "My Home"). So all such historical significance of Golden-Knight in particular are acknowledged and displayed at that particular space station.


As for this, I present Exhibit A: The ORIGINAL "Golden Knight", as of World War Three (WWIII).

(Out of character, I know that this cute guy is not exactly originating from Elite Dangerous, but from this little-known webcomic called "Hero Team". I just thought it'd be cute to put that Easter Egg into the lore, especially since there ARE Star Wars Easter Eggs around...and I've seen the proof.)

 

[Everin Grace]

CMDR Everin Grace:

[Location: Third Concourse Black 12-12, Hemisphere Seven. PO Box 1202202 Mack.Rly. Emerald Orbit, Cemiess. ]




Bloodtype: Rhnull
Wetware Heliotype: Sigma 9
Attitude: Unfathomably optimistic

A part-time rebel with an absolute distrust of authority and with such a natural propensity for dis-organisation that she has found herself leading a rabble of misfits on Mackenzie Relay with a mission to undo the entire Imperial slave trade. Sitting snug as a tick in the very heart of the Empire, the group IMPERATRIX have recently taken over a disused etherwave broadcast station on the lower subsection of that space station and intend to make a lot of noise with it.
Even her closest colleague are waiting for the punchline on that one but apparently she's completely serious.

Everin Grace is a former captain/cheerleader from the Stop Slavery Stupid! movement and built up a casual friendship with Aisling Duval (Yes - THAT Aisling Duval) from their shared history with that movement as teenagers. Since then she's been involved in a couple of misdemeanours and run-ins with various fringe groups. It's possible she is on the hit list for the pro-slavery terrorist organisation Emperors Dawn, but equally likely they've never heard of her.

At least her royal connection basically keeps her and her comrades an arms length from the law even though many of her action are considered borderline piracy - not least the commandeering of the aforementioned etherwave transmitter. Her ragtag group IMPERATRIX is now using it to broadcast anti-slavery sentiments across the systems.

Stay tuned!


The Clan:



The Music:



The Roleplay:

 

[[PS4] Lorenzo Waringos]

A lazy, filthy, substance abusing nightmare of a pilot. In living memory has only been sober for one day in their life. They took advantage of that single day and by sheer luck and a little charm, they managed to pass their Federation Pilots Licence. Ever since then, they've been bumming around, scraping up a living in anyway they can.

Never flies a ship without an SRV fitted. There are two reasons for this:

1) Likes driving on deserted planets looking for salvage and materials.
2) The SRV can create it's own fuel, and that can be mixed with cider to create a delicious breakfast.

Is loyal to no one, has signed up and ranked up with everyone. Probably in debt, never went back to check. Always speeds in stations. Never makes plans beyond breakfast (see above). Never carries slaves, not because of the moral issue but simply doesn't like being near people that much. . Hopeless romantic, as in, fell in love once but cant remember who with. Thinks auto-docking and super-cruise assist are gifts from the gods. Was once charged with being drunk and disorderly. Plead guilty to drunk and not guilty to disorderly, in their defence they said "How can I have been disorderly? I was asleep (in a crater)". Was fined 500cr. Steers craft with feet so they can roll cigarettes or play the guitar. Has someone else's blood group tattooed on their arm, no idea whose.

Breakfast tends to dictate the rest of the day (see above). Calls everyone "Chief". Does own a Fleet Carrier but left the keys to it on some moon, in some system. Can't use it. Places no importance on money as long as the SRV can make fuel. Often urinates out the ship window in stations. Is allergic to solid food. Dances like they're allergic to music. Had a ship's cat but it left having found a better offer. Spent some time with the Thargoids, probably owes them money, never went back to check. Can fly with one eye open, very often has to. Was made an orphan at the age of 46, to this day, is not aware of that fact. Has almost certainly shunted your ship trying to park theirs.

Once cried for an hour when they thought they had lost their SRV, turns out they were sat in it. Has neither impressed or intimidated a single living thing. Cant shoot straight but because they fly so wobbly, it balances out and they are remarkably accurate. Cant remember the last time they owned a pair of matching shoes. Reads books backwards because they love a happy beginning at the end. Managed to go from the Bubble to Colonia without incident but cannot reset the clock on the dash, it still flashes 12:00, mockingly. Only ever drinks after 3am. Never has ice in a drink, "Did you see what ice did to the Titanic?" Owns one pair of jeans and a dozen different coats. Salutes at all the wrong people. Always upsets people by pronouncing Jameson and Shame-son. Has one ambition, to own a Beluga, strip it all out and convert it into a mobile race track for SRV's.

 

["Red" the Pirate]

Howdy. Name's Red. CMDR "Red", the Pirate. Though, I've kind-of laid back on the piracy lately do to the [REDACTED] project I'm currently working on with [REDACTED]. I can't really speak that much right now, seeing that I'm very busy on saidd project, so I'll make this brief.

I'm a merc. A hard-core, take-no-prisoners merc. Kinda' like Deadpool, but... less mouth-y, of course. That is, if anybody from this time period even knows who or what that is anymore. Oh yea, I'm not exactly from this... uh... how do I put this... Well, I'm a helluva lot older than I look. That's mostly due to [DATA EXPUNGED]. And that's discounting the super heavy cybernetic enhancements. Oh, I probably shouldn't have said that... now I've most likely got the foundation on my ass now... oh well. Anyways.. now that I've set up shop and have built an entire "fleet" in the [REDACTED] system-

Oh hold up, I'm getting something here...

 

[MythycX]

Who is Mythyc? I'm not even very sure to tell you the truth. An athlete but nothing special in high school. An honor student but didn't really care enough to continue his education. I chose to follow a family tradition that predated even the federation and enlisted in the military as an infantryman. After 10 years of service, in to many places not worth remembering the names of, an injury and illness made the choice I had been weighing for a while. I left the service and tried starting a life. Loosing a partner and an infant son after a few years on put me in a tailspin that landed on a prison ship. And that's where looking to the stars changed my life.

As many Dropships and transports as my military service had me on, I was always looking down and not up. And inside of a prison ship, there is nothing to see but the alloy walls and forcefield sealed hatches. After getting out of prison I got a job working doing woodwork on the interiors of starships. And one day replacing the wood trim in the cockpit of an old custom Asp Mk2 I decided that I needed to get away from earth. So I boarded a transport not much different from a prison transport and made his way to Dromi without enough credits to even return to earth. I was able to convince the pilots federation to give some credits, lessons, and a loaner Sidewinder. And thats where the new chapter in my life begins.

Ad Astra as the old moto goes; To the stars; and to the stars I went, Now I wander the stars with my own small fleet of ships based on some small station out in the Pleiades Nebula. But earth is still my home and the launch point and return point of all my meaningful journeys. I do what I feel like, take the missions I choose, and fly with who I want too but I'm still not happy, still wandering, still search for God knows what. I know its not in the federation where greed and profit overshadow the good the federation stands for. Not in the pure evil that is the empire who proudly say that genocide and slavery are acceptable. Nor the Alliance with their fantasy that having no principle can be a principle. So if you see me out in the black say hi, I'm always happy to meet new people and share a story or a drink. And wish me luck, Hopefully I'll find what I'm searching for.



:Name: Daniel
:Age: 37
:Birthplace: Earth, Sol system
:Height: 6'1/187cm
:Weight: 225lbs/100kg
:Eye Color: Blue
:Hair: Red
:Skin: Fair but weathered
:Service: Federal Army
:Friends: Anyone trying to do the right thing
:Enemies: Anyone who preys on the weak,The Code and The Ant Hill Mob in particular

 

[Thwarptide]

Thwarptide, son of Thwarp, of the 3rd House of Snard.
If I have to bring out my guns to bare, It's a Thwarptide!
I'm a narcoleptic necrophiliac (the meds are working just fine now)
I fly naked, yes I'm fine with that.
I gave up drinking for good, then I drank for frick'n evil.
My idea of a bad time, stacking cards while listening to Lawrence Welk.
My idea of a good time, watching the 48hr Gilligan's Island marathon in my underwear.
Hobbies include: Hang'n out front of the House of Snard and fling'n poo at the beggars: Kitten stomp'n and collecting flaky skin.

 

[Sen_Zaurak]

Sen Zaurak powering up the Dreadnaught.

------------------------------------------------------------------------ Historical Data
Name :Sen Zaurak
History : Commonwealth Navy
Rank: Captain
Commonwealth Navy Vessel : Corvette
Ship name: Dreadnaught
Tail Number: CNV-301
Current age: 45
Age of Retirement: 31
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------End of line
Note: Last known record entry (CEO of Sencorp)


REAL NAME:
Sen Zaurak
PLACE OF BIRTH:
Sol
YEAR OF BIRTH:

AGE:

HEIGHT:
182.8 cm / 6' 0"
WEIGHT:
95.2 kg / 210 lb
GENDER:
Male
BUILD TYPE:
Muscular
SKIN COLOR:
White
HAIR COLOR:
Brown / Gray
EYE COLOR:
Blue white.
ACCENT:
Mix

-------------------------------------------------------- Data Report ----------------------------------

Data report on Sen Zaurak Accessed.



Record number: 7875495-32/A


Sen Zaurak was assigned as Captain to a corvette ship designated as Dreadnaught CNV 301 at age 25. The Commonwealth Navy was active during the year 3290 and 3297 when a new hyperdrive was released by Sirius Corporation. As the Commonwealth Navy was absorbed into the Federation umbrella over time many of the older 3rd party ships were recycled to be used at outposts and bases. Much of the detailed accounts of actions by the Commonwealth are sealed and all activity around the Dreadnaught has been recorded as 'Destroyed'.

Known data.

Record Number: 7875495-32/B

Sen Zaurak retired in September 3300 as civil war broke out around Eranin. Sen Zaurak was a Federation rebel piloting a Diamond back scout ship. Ship name: Wolf running tail number of B34ST. The battle between Eranin Govt and Federation rebels gave rise to Sencorp. A private military service offering protection and bounty retrieval for high bidding clients. In January 3301 Sencorp sets up a temporary station base near Mount Olympus on Mars but is then quickly shut down in February of 3301 with no explanation. Sen Zaurak makes a statement to an independant reporting agency that the request to close the facility for paid mercenaries was at the request of the Federation after the death of Vice president Nigel Smeaton. All Sencorp activity and hiring stopped after February of 3301

Sen Zaurak was not seen again until May of 3301 caught on camera operating the personal security detail for then Acting President Felicia Winters after she was declared in the wake of the disappearance of Spaceflight one. Mr Zaurak was also listed as rank of petty officer within the Federation but records show that operational input had placed Mr Zaurak in an offset position of rank and duty. Many internal reports and complaints were made suggesting that Acting President Winters was utilizing the Sencorp services for private contract and that allied rank was put in place for cover of operations. Unable to provide proof of the accusations Mr Zaurak resigned from the Federation in June 3301 following the Congress members call for a vote of No Confidence against the liberal administration.

Sen Zaurak appears on a brief report for the Empire but no further details could be found after June of 3301. Although Sencorp is listed as an operational security force, no high profile situations have been recorded. Historically station records and area reports show Sen Zaurak is the current commander of a Krait Mark II with ship name of Dreadnaught and running a tail number of CNV-301 . Ship ID logs show that the statue of limitations on ship name claims had expired for the old Commonwealth vessel and as instituted by Sen Zaurak for a Krait Mark II.

Other reports show a natural or friendly ranking and a positive allied reputation as an independent bounty hunter and researcher. No known crimes or bounties active on the Dreadnaught at the time of this report.


Additional note

Some independent media investigators have routinely suggested the theory that Sen Zaurak and his services acted as a hired gun for Felicia Winters. It was also insinuate that the main contract was signed by President Halsey, and that Vice President Nigel Smeaton was to expose the use of Military contracting by the President. In one report the timeline of accusations was that Halsey allowed open military contracts to be signed and used, and that Felicia Winters used the action to work her own operations that helped lead to the downfall of Halsey and the rise of Winters as we know today. None of these allegations have ever been substituted.