ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander

[BlackBishop]

Greetings and salutations, fellow pilots of the traverse!

I'm new here, and actually just picked up Elite Dangerous for the Xbox, not only for what looks like a promising game, but also because of the lively RP component many of you are partaking in here on the forum. I'm excited to begin playing and writing a story on the struggles of my character as he attempts to get by in this hostile universe. Please keep in mind I am new to the game, and just getting a grasp on the game's extensive lore and . Without further adieu, I give you my character...

Pilot Dossier

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Name: Rexington 'Rex' Hallsworth

Origin: Argent's Claim, Alioth Star System, Alliance Space

DoB: 24.01.3253

Affiliation: No known affiliates

Bio: Rex Hallsworth was once a prominent trade consultant for the Ministry of Trade for the Constitution Party, based on Argent's Claim. Before his reputation was tarnished in a domestic dispute that culminated in his divorce and exile from Argent's Claim, Hellsworth advised the Minister of Trade and was poised to become inducted into the Ministry proper. His classification as a violent offender ceased his promising career, and he was left with a fraction of his assets and compelled to flee the system.

Hallsworth was born on Argent's Claim and spent much of his life on his home planet. Born to a middle class family, his upbringing could be said to be very typical. His father managed a software firm while his mother worked as a law clerk for Argent Aerodynamics Amalgamated Inc's legal department. Both have retired from their careers but reside still on Argent's Claim.

In his youth, Hallsworth served in the Alliance Navy, under the representative fleet of the Alioth Independents. A brief tenure on a destroyer crew led to training as a pilot. Upon completion of training, Hallsworth was given command of a Sidewinder MkI, and primarily conducted patrols of outer Alliance space.

Hallsworth service in the navy came at a time that the Alliance was trying to establish itself as a formidable power in the Galaxy, which gave rise to renewed aggression against Imperial and Federal forces. In a proxy war fought against minor factions backed by the enemy powers, Hallsworth experienced combat at the battle of Jaded Moon, where his patrol was ambushed by a group of fighters. Of his wing, only Hallsworth survived.

Soon after Jaded Moon, in 3275, Hallsworth was honourably discharged and gained work within the Pilot Federation as a trader. His career would be short lived as increase in piracy made such an occupation hazardous. In 3280 Hallsworth retired his wings and gained employment with the Constitution Party of Argent's Claim.

In 3283 Hallsworth married and had his first of two children, Sarah. Eylinn was born two years later. In 3296 tragedy struck, Eylinn dying in a airstream accident on Turner's World. She was only eleven years old. Hallsworth became emotionally vacant and found escape in alcohol.

Five years later his career, family, and home would be lost to him following a rapid decent into alcoholism.

Rexington Hallsworth's current whereabouts is unknown, though a form of license renewal was submitted in his name at Trevithick Dock, in the LHS 337 system.

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[Deleted member 38366]

Subject : CMDR FalconFly
POB/DOB : Eranin, 3259

Background :
After 20yrs of service on atmospheric Fighters with the Eranin planetary defense forces, retired from active duty May 3300.
In Jul 3300, invested in an opportunity and aquired a Faulcon Delacy Sidewinder craft.

Initial activities conducted as independent Trader with good success.
Joined Federation's auxiliary Navy in late 3300 but Federation link weakened in the following months due to differences with higher echelon philosophy and moral reservations.
Loose links to the Federation still exist but aren't actively maintained.

In early 3301, activities began to move from Eranin Trade area away into Mining fields of Aasgananu. Within weeks, initial contact was made with the Empire on neutral grounds, which soon resulted in aquiring limited Ranks with the Imperial Navy.

During continued Mining trials, contact was soon made with Alliance Systems as well, including repeated visits to the old worlds.
Due to an unfortunate event involving local Commodity Restrictions unknown to the CMDR at the time, relations with Alliance turned Unfriendly.
In an effort to restore Reputation with the Alliance, activities were concentrated in the Iyaka System with slow but good success.

As relations with the Alliance improved, assets were moved into the Princeps System and the CMDR became a key supporter within that area.
After successful operations in the Princeps System, Alliance Government support moved to the Konduwa System.
Mid-3301, other Allied CMDRs were joined on terms of A.R.C. and Alliance support activities greatly intensified. Several key conflicts in Konduwa, Mereboga, Bamileng and Yu Hsien Tu were fought and won.

In June 3301, several Powers arose across the Galaxy and immediately started affecting every single Faction.
Beginning from this day, the CMDR noticed in horror and disgust that the very Factions and Government he supported very intensively had apparently succumbed to a near-completely lawless state and their lawful activities had ceased overnight.
After conducting multiple long-range Operations to confirm the condition of other Factions and Governments (including the Pilots Federation), the decision was made to abandon the Alliance.

After Jul 3301, all operations are conducted as a fully independent CMDR, initially as a free contractor for the Avikarli Corporation.
In Oct 3301, operations were shifted to the HIP 61061 System in support of its democratic, independent Government and in favor of its rich local Mining Resources.
Economic success has allowed the CMDR to operate a fleet of Ships from Lorrah Enterprise as a permanent Base of Operations.

The great betrayal - a new ice age
In the period of Oct-Nov 3301, CMDR had relocated various key assets to the distant Kaushpoos System and conducted intensive & sustained operations in direct support of the Neville Horizons project to construct a new Station in the Pleiades Nebula for scientific purposes, a project led by a cooperation of the regional Alliance Faction, the Explorer's Association, Pacap limited, Brewer Company and Universal Cartographics.
In Dec 3301, however, news broke that thousands of independent Commanders had been purposefully mislead and betrayed... and the new Station had been constructed to the control of an Unfettered Anarchy Faction.

As a result, relations to the Alliance and all Institutions involved in the hideous scheme hit an all-time low.
In stark contrast to numerous successful Exploration activities conducted throughout the year, all cooperation with the Universal Cartographics service and the Explorer's Association had abruptly ceased for a prolonged time.
Intelligence indicates that at the time of writing, only one dedicated Exploration vessel remained in service with the CMDR.
Analysis further indicates that - despite formally on Allied terms - CMDR regarded the Alliance as Unfriendly; relations specifically to the Kaushpoos Pro-Alliance Union could only be described as outright Hostile.

It wasn't until early 3302 until mentioned relations normalized back to normal levels and smaller Exploration missions were conducted again.
Above events have clearly manifested the CMDR's firm stance on Independence and lawful Democratic principles. The results of his efforts around the HIP 61061 System continue to display strong determination.

After documenting intensive support activities around HIP 61061 throughoutt 3302 and most of 3302 - at times reaching staggering dimensions - , it apppears all these activities ceased in Jul 3303.
CMDR was last seen performing intensive Engineering tasks on a broad range of Ships, most notably including a new large Faulcon DeLacy vessel apparently optimized for very long range autonomous operations.

Special/RMK :
After witnessing the mass-annihilation of combatants in the great Battles of Konduwa, CMDR has adopted a strict Code of Conduct and will use lethal force only under well-defined circumstances or in self-defense.

 

[Matzov]

Like this, and its style, very much. Rep+1

http://www.falconfly.de/temp/ELITE-FalconFly_RP1.jpg​

Subject : CMDR FalconFly
POB/DOB : Eranin, 3259

Background :
After 20yrs of service on atmospheric Fighters with the Eranin planetary defense forces, retired from active duty May 3300.
In Jul 3300, invested in an opportunity and aquired a Faulcon Delacy Sidewinder craft.

Initial activities conducted as independent Trader with good success.
Joined Federation's auxiliary Navy in late 3300 but Federation link weakened in the following months due to differences with higher echelon philosophy and moral reservations.
Loose links to the Federation still exist but aren't actively maintained.

In early 3301, activities began to move from Eranin Trade area away into Mining fields of Aasgananu. Within weeks, initial contact was made with the Empire on neutral grounds, which soon resulted in aquiring limited Ranks with the Imperial Navy.

During continued Mining trials, contact was soon made with Alliance Systems as well, including repeated visits to the old worlds.
Due to an unfortunate event involving local Commodity Restrictions unknown to the CMDR at the time, relations with Alliance turned Unfriendly.
In an effort to restore Reputation with the Alliance, activities were concentrated in the Iyaka System with slow but good success.

As relations with the Alliance improved, assets were moved into the Princeps System and the CMDR became a key supporter within that area.
After successful operations in the Princeps System, Alliance Government support moved to the Konduwa System.
Mid-3301, other Allied CMDRs were joined on terms of A.R.C. and Alliance support activities greatly intensified. Several key conflicts in Konduwa, Mereboga, Bamileng and Yu Hsien Tu were fought and won.

In June 3301, several Powers arose across the Galaxy and immediately started affecting every single Faction.
Beginning from this day, the CMDR noticed in horror and disgust that the very Factions and Government he supported very intensively had apparently succumbed to a near-completely lawless state and their lawful activities had ceased overnight.
After conducting multiple long-range Operations to confirm the condition of other Factions and Governments (including the Pilots Federation), the decision was made to abandon the Alliance.

After Jul 3301, all operations are conducted as a fully independent CMDR, initially as a free contractor for the Avikarli Corporation.
In Oct 3301, operations were shifted to the HIP 61061 System in support of its democratic, independent Government and in favor of its rich local Mining Resources.
Economic success has allowed the CMDR to operate a fleet of Ships from Lorrah Enterprise as a permanent Base of Operations.

Special/RMK :
After witnessing the mass-annihilation of combatants in the great Battles of Konduwa, CMDR has adopted a strict Code of Conduct and will use lethal force only under well-defined circumstances or in self-defense.

 

[CMDR M. Lehman]

It's probably a little late for introductions, since the exploits of Commander M.Lehman are all over the Lore and Roleplay sub-forum, but a late introduction is better than nothing, right?

Commander Matthew Lehman ("Matt" to his friends, "Matthew" to his mother, and "Matty" to a certain special smuggler who pops in and out of his life) is a 32-year-old bounty hunter hailing from Imperial space. His story has been told in the sub-forum, collected in the (ongoing) series of tales collectivly known as the Reaper Diaries.

Above everything, he values independence. He prefers to work alone, but won't turn down a lucrative partnership. He takes his work as a bounty hunter seriously, but has no qualms about indulging in the odd hedonistic pursuit and cracking a sarcastic joke along the way.

For more details, just check out the Roleplay forum and look for anything that says "Reaper Diaries"!

 

[Vixifeir]

Commander Tvan, Russian Bounty hunter
Tvan and his parents were born in Russia. When he was a baby, there were some bad guys after his parents, so they fled to the star system Kremainn with baby Tvan. But they still found them, and killed his parents when he was just 4 years old.
20 years later, he is a janitor at Wohler Terminal, and his room is his parents room. Tvan remembers little about his parents and what has happened to them. He then finds an old note from his Father in Russian. It tells him everything about what happened, about the people that are after his parents. While his Father was traveling to Wohler Terminal with some expensive cargo, he was intercepted by Space Pirates, demanding the cargo. His father escapes and flees to Wohler Terminal and writes Tvan a note for him in the future, and then the Pirates find them and kill them. Now Tvan quits his job and finds his Father's old Sidewinder, and promises to kill anyone who is wanted, for his parents. Now set forth unto the vast Universe, Tvan, for you are a bounty hunter with the tiest ship ever made!
Then he killed a few guys and now he has 200k and brought a Viper so it's cool now

 

[KaizoMK]

As a roleplayer I prefer to have my characters start with a blank, common background, preferring to make my mark in game instead my imagination.

I've come to do the same thing, especially in tabletop rp.

 

[Petrosa]

I am Petrosa.
Stavros Petrosa. My father, Michael Petrosa, scion of a multi-generational military family, was a command officer in the Federal Navy. His frigate was lost while running escort to a rogue and ill-advised diplomatic mission to system LTT 9846. An attempt by a few powerfully placed members of the Federation to get a foothold in what can only be called a strategically questionable system. When the locals saw the frigate and the old escort carrier, which the "diplomatic mission" had pressed into duty, they assumed it was the Fed's 'showing the flag' to intimidate the populous. The resulting attack by the many pirate and pseudo-militia ships resulted in a confused melee with the smaller combatants taking almost as much joy in attacking each other as in destroying the hated Federal interlopers.

The escort carrier escaped with only minor scoring, but they quickly turned their blame on the 'overzealous glory-seeking' captain of the lost frigate. No voices were raised to defend the honor of the lost crew or ship. Save one.

The day I turned 17 I took the old sidewinder my father had bought third-hand while I was still but a child. No one listened to my requests for info on the events at LTT 9846. Old friends turned cool, old contacts dried-up, and every avenue ended in stone.

The Federation turned on my father; turned on our family's service; turned on my mother, too soon a widow; turned on me. So I have, in the end, turned on them. I am now a Knight of the Empire. With the eagle on my shoulder I continue my quest.

So now it is back to LTT 9846, the planet Magna, and more importantly it's dilapidated station, Geoffrey's Crash. The truth will out.

I am Petrosa.

 

[Divorahk]

::YS System Populace Archives::
- CID Ref# 252AS018-C875-3316-S:JSU




Citizen Personal Information:
Full Name: Divorahk Hhÿrbrecht-Tarin
Birthplace: Ys - Blob - Ashdown
Date of Birth: 01/12/3278
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 182cm
Weight: 56kg
Eyes: Turquoise
Hair: Brown
Complexion: Fair
Build: Slim
Occupation: Freelancer
Relatives: Frars Tarin (Father), Iyla Tarin (Mother)




Imperial Service:
Status: Military service ended 10/07/3298. Permits withdrawn following inquiry.--- Inquiry withdrawn - Subject deceased. - Error#41231
Highest awarded rank: Squire.
Tonnage destroyed: 12,658t
Pilot's Federation Combat Ranking: Master. --- Error#8872 Ranking Reset following last data-uplink...




Vessel history:
Sidewinder - Name: Bandit - Reg:9XF427 - Status: Destroyed - No Insurance claimed.
Eagle - Name: N/A - Reg: K:L548936:R-4 - Status: Destroyed - Insurance claimed.
Lakon Type 6 - Name: N/A - Reg: J5SKHY-77SU - Status: Destroyed - Insurance claim denied: Reckless flying.
Viper - Name: The Flying Wolf - Reg: W92:8-FRD#2 - Status: In-storage - Insured 95% _ Updated... Status: Requisitioned. - Imperial Quartermaster's clearance Alpha-94-2B
Asp Explorer - Name: Hzark - Reg: 71-1:KHAE465 - Status: In-use - Insured 95% _ Updated... Status: Destroyed. Insurance denied - Client deceased. Funds forwarded to Ref#25-B:H


Criminal Record:
Fines Issued: 24
Lifetime Fines Value: 28,237cr
Charges: Speeding, reckless flying, general nuisance, public disturbance, assault, possession of illegal goods, damage to property/vehicle/persons, failure to adhere and/or comply, disregarding safety regulations, and breach of quarantine and detainment.
Bounties Received: 3
Lifetime Bounty Value: 8970cr
--- Offenses cleared... Bounties cleared... Subject deceased... ---
--- Computing... ---


Citizen Biographical entry: -- Loading data... Error. Data corrupt... Unable to load.

...
Divorahk slammed a gloved fist into the desk terminal. "Frackin' stat-uplinks!" He exhaled gruffly and hung his head low, the long crop of dyed grey hair flopped down past the shaved sides of his head and across his face. His history of 'daredevil' maneuvers, and reckless behavior behind the 'sticks' had clearly not improved. Albeit, this crash, this time had been sub-orbital. Tarin had not accounted for the heavy gravity of the moon and had literally buried his Asp Explorer into the rocky surface of YS 7 A. Thankfully the ship's computer had initiated the eject sequence and Tarin had survived the unsuccessful maneuver. The only downside being that the ship logged and uploaded the pilot lifesupport system's final entry -- after Tarin had been ejected. As a result his status was logged as deceased and had been uploaded to most databases where his information was present. The young man sighed again and pulled his access card from the terminal with little care for the damage it might cause to the interface. He jammed his hands into his pockets and stormed off towards the port. Perhaps he could find another ship, on loan most likely...

 

[Deleted member 110222]

Name: Commander Matt "Alicorn" Harris

Born: 3280, June 21st, Mohmand Station, Ross 85

Profession: Hauler, bounty-hunter, explorer

Commander Matt Harris is a bit of a weird one. He was born on a coriolis called Mohmand Station, and had never been on the surface of a planet prior to the age of 21. Just a few months before the end of 3301, he was given a Sidewinder on loan by a local charter company, but had to travel to a distant system to get on board. When he arrived, he heard word of a station being built in Kaushpoos, and that if he could bring just a few tonnes of computer components to the system, he would be rewarded with at least 700,000 credits. The catch? He had to travel over 130LY in an almost stock Sidewinder. With nothing but 10,000 earned from a few courier missions, a slightly better FSD and a small fuel scoop, he bought as much cargo as he could and travelled to Kaushpoos.

The journey was difficult, and long. He lost count of just how many jumps he had to make. But make it he did, and a few hours later, he was in a bar in Kaushpoos when he received word that he had received 3.5 million credits. Estatic, he knew how he would make his fortune; he went straight to the shipyard and kitted out a Viper for combat. He then flew to Dala, where he knew there was a serious pirate problem.

He's an independent pilot, and prefers the freedom of not pledging to anyone. Instead he just travels the galaxy, doing what he can to keep the spaceways safe, and partake in the galactic economy.

Oh, there's one last thing about him. He swears that a unicorn talks to him telepathically & bases all his morals from what she says. This is why he has never, NEVER, committed a crime. He's afraid she'd be angry... One day he hopes to find a fabled location she told him off, a star that unicorn-kind call Lakuma, which he believes is where he will meet his guide & mentor. Naturally, he hopes to purchase a suitable vessel one day for this quest.

From there, who knew what adventures lay before him in the black...

 

[CMDR Quinn]

Full name: Quinn, Angus.
Place of birth: Kagawa Station, Achenar system.
Date of birth: 3266-09-23.
Age: 35 standard galactic years.
Gender: Male.
Height: 193 cm
Weight: 98 kg
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Brown
Known relatives: Jack Quinn (father, deceased). Maryse Lambert-Quinn (mother, deceased). Jade Quinn (sister, deceased).
Special characteristics: Subject got what is generally known as a "Chelsea smile" in a street fight when he was 15 years old. Also have a scar running vertically across the right eye, which he got in [Location classified] on a mission to [Mission classified].

Imperial service record: [Classified]

Vessel history:
Sidewinder "Keres" - Destroyed in pirate attack 3284-01-17.
[Entry classified]
[Entry classified]
[Entry classified]
[Entry classified]
[Entry classified]
Imperial Courier "Macha" - Lost 3300-03-30, presumed destroyed.
Sidewinder "Erinys" - Destroyed by [Classified] 3301-07-01.
Sidewinder "Hermes" - Destroyed by [Classified] 3301-12-02.
[Subject lost - list may be incomplete]
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The soft hiss of the door opening woke me up. A lifetime spent looking over my shoulder had taught me to sleep lightly and be aware of my surroundings. I squinted at the door as a human silhouette stepped through, one hand on my combat knife and the other on my Walker PX93 plasma pistol. I had a few surprises hooked up to the door that would scare off most intruders, but one never knew …

"Angus," the silhouette whispered. It was Kara, my companion and partner in crime, so to speak.

"What?"

"We got sleepers inbound. Just ghosted a couple of them on the way here."

"They found us?" That woke me up in a hurry.

"Yeah." she replied. "Gotta move."

I got up, got dressed and gathered what little belongings I had. Kara did the same, and we were about to leave when someone banged on the door.

"Angus Quinn!" a voice shouted from outside. "We know you're in there! Come out with your hands up, and we'll do this quick and painless! Maybe we'll let that trash you picked up live as well."

They didn't even bother to pose as local security. Must have been pretty sure they could take us, then.

"How's our little surprise doing?" I said, looking at Kara.

"Armed and ready," she replied as she checked her energy repeater.

The 'little surprise' was a couple of stun grenades we had hooked up to the access panel, and they would go off with a three second delay if someone entered the room without using the correct access code. Nasty little buggers that emitted an EM field capable of incapacitating any human within a three meter radius for twenty seconds, giving us a nice head start if we needed it. Or, y'know, give us the time to crack some skulls if that's what it would take.

"Looks like they won't come out," the voice on the other side grumbled. "Get this thing open, and let us go get 'em."

The door slid open, and a huge silhouette filled the doorway, flanked by two more behind him.

"All right, I wan–" He got cut off by the stun grenade going off in his face, and all three dropped like a bunch of bricks.

"Go, go go!" Kara shouted. I got up and ran for the door, leaped over the limp bodies at our doorstep, bounced off the wall on the opposite side and ran for the hangar. Two more men were waiting in the hallway, but one ate a plasma bolt from my pistol and the other was cut down by a repeater burst coming from behind me.

"Crap," I muttered under my breath. "I've never been this popular."

We reached the hangar without further trouble, where our old Sidewinder, the Erinys,was waiting. It was kinda cramped in there for the two of us, but the Imperial Courier we had arrived in was way too hot to hold on to, and the last thing we needed was attention.

"Go ahead and start her up," Kara said. "I'll keep watch in the meantime."

I started walking, then I heard shouting down the hallway.

"Go!" Kara growled. "I'll hold them off."

"But –"

"I'll manage. Now go!"

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. Behind me I heard Kara's repeater open fire, followed by the icky, wet sound of flesh being torn apart as the energy bolts hit their mark. As I ran another man came in from the right and raised his weapon, but I already had my pistol ready and shot him without thinking.

"Cameron!" I yelled as I dove through the hatch. "Start up procedure alpha two!"

"Affirmative." the ship's AI responded. The Erinys' reactor came to life, the systems booted up and the ship went through an accelerated pre-flight checklist. A few moments later, and she was ready to fly.

"Kara!" I shouted over the com-link. "Get your butt on board, we're leaving!"

"Negative." Her voice sounded oddly strained.

"Kara …?"

"I'll be fine. Now move, soldier!"

Through the canopy I saw they had her cornered. Frak …

"Are you deaf!?" she yelled into the com-link. "I said move! This place will be in full lockdown in ten seconds! Get out while you still can!"

"Yes, ma'am." I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I used to call her ma'am as a joke when she got all bossy on me, but now it left me with a bad taste in my mouth.

"Station control, this is Erinys. Ready for launch." I didn't even care about the reply, I just watched as the blast doors closed while my best friend tried to dodge the plasma bolts coming her way.

"Goodbye, Kara," I said as the doors slammed shut. A few moments later the elevator lifted the Erinys up to the launch pad, and the station's magnetic locks released its hold on the ship. Firing the ventral thrusters I lifted the ship clear of the station, and half a minute later I was outside of mass lock and free to jump.

I took one last look at the station, then I mapped out a course for Federal space and hit the FSD. I still had a few buddies there, and hopefully they would help me lay low for a while.

"Don't worry, Kara," I said as the FSD charged. "I'll find you."

*****

It's been six months and a couple of Sidewinders since I last saw Kara. I don't know if she's still alive, but I can only hope. Dang sleepers nearly caught me twice after they got her, but as you can see I'm still alive and kickin'. Besides, one of my buddies here in Fed space hooked me up with a couple of fairly high profile missions for the Imperial navy, and that seems to have given me some breathing space. They will probably try again, but with some luck I'll be prepared. Then I will return to the Empire, hunt down that shoddy exuse for a man and pull him and that frakkin' bunch of weed he call family up by its roots. And if any of you jackwads find this, happy hunting. You're gonna need it.

Quinn, signin' off.

 

[Kezha]

(Figured I'd make one too since it is fun making more out of something than just A4, and since it had it's own section for it!)


----------------------------- Information




Full Name:
Lizzie McKitz


Nickname(s):
'Liz Mckitz', 'Mckitz', 'Liz'


Title:
Currently non, she wishes to one day be in the empress' royal guard

Age:
29


Birthday: Earth date:
April 2nd 3271

Species:
Human\Android Hybrid

Home System:
Kamadhenu 1 in the system Kamadhenu


Sex:
Female


Romantic Orientation:


Bisexual


Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual


Occupation:
Mercenary


RP Status:
Active




------------------------------ Physical Traits




Physical Traits:
Aside of a exoskeleton head that encases her brain and skull, she has very little left of being an actuall human being. Both legs and arms have been replaced by robotics. Her eyes glow feintly blue from the scanner LED's implanted within.


Eye Color(s):
Metallic Blue


Hair Color(s):
White


Height:
1 Meter 58 CM


Weight:
70 KG


Body Build:
Mostly Robotic


Notable Physical Traits:
A large tearing scar spreads across her entire back.


Physical Disease(s)\ Attribute(s):
Part Android


When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?:
During a trip From Kamadhenu to Ho Hsi with the family, it was a trip like any other. Their ferry was attacked by unkown sources, Before the system security got to aid a massive explosion occured as the ships fuel cells ignited. Only 2 surivvors where recovered from the incident that was aimed at a senator and his delegates aboard the ship. The assailants left as soon as they had opened fire.




--------------------------------- History




Lizzie had a normal life in a good family for the larger part of her life, nothing really unusual or extrodrinary. Being mostly calm and retracted she mostly kept to herself and had few friends at all, most of the time was spent with her family. It was not untill one time that the family had gotten enough money for a vacation and time off that they decided to travel to the Ho Hsi system where her aunt lived that things would take a turn for the worse.


The year was 3289 and Lizzie had just turned 18 some months earlier when they set off on the trip, a usual day without to much happening and the family of 4 was looking forward to the trip. Departing on time, and no issues thus far in the flight the radio called for passangers to fasten up and brace, as enemy vessels had been spotted jumping in around them. The distress beacon was fired up at once, but it was to late.


The vessels opened fire to assassinate a senator and his delegate who was also on board the transporter. And it was all but to late when the security forces started to arrive, the enemy had left and the transporter had been shredded. The remains of two bodies where found, one was Lizzie who was mangled and missing several limbs, and had been exposed to the fridig vacuum of space for far more than a human should be able to survive. It was a miracle that the doctors managed to save her, and through several revolutionary surgeries. Both her arms and legs are entierly robotic and controlled through her nerve system, as well as her head which was left very deformed and damaged the doctors managed to plant a metal exo skeleton that is permanently locked to her skull, ecasing her brain and vitals the robotic eyes and ears are directly linked to the brain. Vocal cords where damaged but not ruined allowing her to talk without manipulation.


A second person survived the attack as well inside an escape pod, and it is speculated that this is Lizzies brother, the person in the escape pod vanished shortly after being rescued, and in the reports sustained no damage from the attack at all. Some conspire that it was someone tied to the attackers as they vanished, and escaped unscaved from the attack. but lizzie believes this might be her brother as he was never identified among the wreckage and remains one of a very few that where unidentifiable after the incident.




After the surgeris and rehabilitation the short fame of the revolutionary android woman was over, and the harsh reality was met when no one really wanted to have anything to do with her, being an outcast she lived day by day untill she managed to save up enough to get her own ship, albeit a heap of junk, it was her ticket to a new life. And it was not long after doing some simple freight contracts and simple transportation jobs an oppertunity came along for her to pledge her allegiance to the empire. She did not hesitate and signed up to aid the empire at once as best as she could in the freestand division hoping to one day make it up and be able to be a member of the royal guard.






------------------------------ Relationships




Relationship status:
Single


Birth Order:
First Child of 2


Parents:
Deceased

Siblings:
Brother, status unknown


Family:
Liz has no family she knows of that are alive, her parents where killed in the same ship accident as she was in that had her turned into a half machine half human hybrid in order to survive.


Significant Other(s):
non


Enemies:
Although uncertain she blames Edmund Mahon for the death of her parents, and consider anyone who follows him and his principles an enemy.






---------------------------------Personality




Usual Mood/Expression:
Calm and focused

Moral Alignment:
Lawful Neutral- A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs them. Order and organization are paramount to them. They may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or they may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. However, lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.


Main Trait
Highly intelligent, cappable of augmented sight due bionic eyes.




---------------------------------Misc




Hobbies:
Collecting samples from planets she visits as well as keeping a assortement of rocks and geological findings around in her quarters, never being able to afford proper schooling to become one, she always adored geologists for their work and now practice it as a hobby.


Pets:
A Cat named rocketblast


Ancient ties:
Having spent a lot of time reading in the ancient archives the times roughly 4000-5000 years in the past greatly inspired Lizzie. After discovering she had family ties to the old Scandinavia on Terra in SOL, that dated back all the way back to the 1800's. Because of this she also begame to love the history of these places where her ancestors once lived, and how their past had been with the so called 'vikings' in the years before 1100's.


---------------------------------Ships


Lizzie currently owns a Diamondback Scout, a rough ship she has had for several years, a sturdy fast little bee that gets the job done.


The ship has been named Hægr, for the docile & calm operator, yet agile ship making a foe not to be taken to lightly.

 

[Matzov]

After discovering she had family ties to the old Scandinavia on Terra in SOL, that dated back all the way back to the 1800's. Because of this she also begame to love the history of these places where her ancestors once lived, and how their past had been with the so called 'vikings' in the years before 1100's.

Nice write up. This bit caught my eye... all my ships are named after birds, in Anglo-Saxon English from a similar period.

 

[Kezha]

Nice write up. This bit caught my eye... all my ships are named after birds, in Anglo-Saxon English from a similar period.

Thank you, it is a interesting time period indeed, and serve well for ships names I think!

 

[Skyhawk]

(Figured in the spirit of roleplay, I'd make it a 'Search'. Feel free to PM for more info.)

GalNet Search results on 'Runehawk':
Full name: Unknown
Nickname: Runehawk or 'Hawk'
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 5'10"
Build: Lean and muscular
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Dark Green
Unique Markings: Symbol tattoo's on upper arms and calves, one of which is a hawk surrounding the yin-yang

Body Augments: Several unknown, illegal augmentations;

Occupations - Primary: Pirate Secondary: Bounty Hunter

Morality Based Upon Behavioral Profile: Chaotic Neutral


Published Federal Navy Personnel Report - 0024:120054

Executive summary:
Runehawk or 'Hawk' for short, is a very troubled individual. Her initial training was a success, and her inclusion into the security force at [Redacted] went well.. at first. If you are looking to hire her for any form of work now that she has been officially released from duty.. don't. Two issues became apparent after a short time at her assignment: she has unreported mental health issues, a severe aversion to authority, and a chemical abuse problem. If you see her, please report it to your local bounty hunter.

Incident reports - Subject Runehawk:
0024:120054-1; Man found unconscious, witnesses say he was hit in the head with a pipe upon catcalling Hawk.

0024:120054-2; Volatile confrontation with a merchant-guard ship when Hawk commented on the pilot's drug use being an explanation for his poor piloting skills. Officially the resulting death was deemed legal, as the guard opened fire on her ship first.

0024:120054-3; Chem-injectors found in Hawk's personal quarters. When confronted by her squad-lead, she said they were 'Vitamins'. No actual chemicals found, incident recorded.

0024:120054-4; Hawk's squad-mate's are complaining about her behavior. Multiple situations were noted where she lost her military bearing and either unloaded far more rounds than were necessary when bringing a criminal to justice, or would ignore her commander's orders. Upon review of the flight-camera installed in her ships flight deck, she appears to be having episodes of upset or anger.

0024:120054-5; Hawk was ordered to go to the chem-test center for evaluation after a second incident involving an injector found in her ship. Upon evaluation of her blood sample, it was discovered that she was using illegal narcotics. Further medical review revealed that she was attempting to treat an unknown mental health ailment with the regimen. Recommend suspension of piloting privileges.

0024:120054-5b; UPDATE: Before she could be detained, Hawk stole an unmarked sidewinder and her current location is unknown. Recommend issuing a report and bounty.

0024:120054-6; After a period of about two months, she has managed to acquire a combat-equipped Python and has caused millions in damages. In a twist of fate, she appears to have become a pirate. It appears she is targeting specific corporations for unknown reasons. To make matters worse, it appears she's joined a small group of vagabonds. No further information at this time.


Imagery associated with report:

 

[oldguysluggage]

CMDR Stewart K. was born in the Tsang City orbital back in it's early days.

Stewart grew up in space and grew to love it's constant expanse, but also sought a simple life within all its confusion.
Eventually in his early 20's he fell in with a crew on a scavenger ship known as 'The Mean Momma', a Type-7 that was always in a destitute state. Stewart loved every second on that ship and found great happiness with the crew, especially it's captain a man by the name Jacob Faulkner.

On Stewart's 5th year on 'The Mean Momma' he was roused from his bed when alarm's rang through the ship, pirates were attacking them for their previous haul, 105 tonnes of tea from 19 Leonis Minoris to Ringharda, the pirates Cobra's quickly whidled down the ship's shield's and armour and Stewart left the ship via escape pod. For 20 years he sought meaning in his life and found nothing but depression; one day he heard about one Commander Faulkner just starting up as a bounty hunter, he asked the two men across the bar where Commander Faulkner was and how to get there, they pointed him to the Dublin Citadel orbiting Hope.

Finally after 20 years Stewart K. is finding happiness again in a 3 man wing with his old Captains daughter, and a tough as nails slave trader known as The Crasher.

 

[Draseus]

GalNet Search Results on 'Draseus':

Full name: Unknown (Believed to have been erased.)
Nickname: "The Man of Many Names"
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6'6"
Build: Muscular, but with a slight gut.
Hair color: Dark Brown/ Near-Black
Hair style: Military Shave
Eye color: Hazel
Unique Markings: A full-sleeve tattoo on his right arm, mostly anarchistic imagery with various personal touches here and there. He also has a skull-shaped brand on his hip, outlined in black.
Body Augments: Several body augmentations, the most obvious of which include a robotic left arm and robotic right eye. He is believed to have a experimental neural implant also, allowing him to interface directly with his ship, the HMS Helldiver.
Occupations - Primary: Freelancer (His activities are questionable, but he is not quite regarded as a Pirate yet ((Mostly for lack of proof.)).) Secondary: Bounty Hunter (Believed to simply be an excuse for target practice.)
Morality Based Upon Behavioral Profile: Chaotic Neutral (Bordering on Chaotic Evil.)


Published Federal Records- 0013:-080079

Executive summary:
Draseus is a deeply troubled individual. His initial training was a success, and his inclusion into the security force at {Redacted} went well.. at first. If you are looking to hire him for any form of work now that he has been officially released from duty.. don't. Two issues became apparent after a short time at his assignment: He has unreported mental health issues, and a severe aversion to authority. If you see him, please report it to your local security council, as he has been treading a dangerously thin line as of late.


Incident reports - Subject Draseus:

0013:080079-1; Man found dead, witnesses say he was stabbed in a bar "altercation" in which Draseus was directly involved. He was allowed to walk after two witnesses came forward and testified that the other man struck first.
0013:080079-2; Confrontation with Rear Admiral Songhey azawa, not much is known about the incident as both men are keeping it between themselves (Hence why CPO Draseus is still working within the Federal Navy). Believed to be centered around a woman.
0013:080079-3; Drug Paraphernalia recovered from his ship, he was questioned but was sent out on a Class-XO8 Mission to {Redacted} before we could get a blood sample.
0013:080079-4; Draseus' squad-mates are complaining about his behavior. Multiple situations were noted where he lost his military bearing and either unloaded far more rounds than were necessary when bringing a criminal to justice, or would ignore his commander's orders. Upon review of the flight-camera installed in his ships flight deck, he appears to be having episodes of severe anger, bordering on the neurotic.
0013:080079-5; Draseus was ordered to go to the chem-test center for evaluation after a second incident involving drug paraphernalia found in his ship. Upon evaluation of his blood sample, trace amounts of Onionhead and a mixture of anti-depressants were discovered to be in his system. He was put on leave for 6 months to straighten out.
0013:080079-5b; UPDATE: Before he was due to return, he stole an unmarked Sidewinder-class vessel from Trevithick Dock and opened fire on 2 trader-class pilots as he jumped away. Bounty pending.
0013:080079-6; After a period of about three months, he has managed to acquire a combat-fitted Federal Assault Ship (A slap in our faces if there ever was one.) and has caused millions in damages outside of Federation jursidiction (AKA in "Anarchy" gov. systems where "crime" doesn't exist.). In a strange turn of events, He appears to be beginning to turn towards piracy, unfortunately no official reports of interstellar piracy have been filed against him as of yet. His plans with his newfound power and status have not yet revealed themselves, but we of the Federation believe nothing good can come of whatever they may be. To make matters worse, it appears he has become quite a fixture in the intergalactic community, well known for his ties to the Demons of Praetoria and the Horde Collective, aswell as being a member of the Canonn Interstellar Research Group. He is believed to be (currently) searching for the legendary {Redacted} alongside the mythical group the {Redacted}.


Declassified Imperial Records- 0068:736001

Executive Summary as filed by his majesty Duke Markus:
Agent Draseus, many memories are associated with that title, many memories indeed. He was one of our most highly trained operatives, responsible for the assassination of {Redacted}, the acquisition of {Redacted}, and a multitude of other missions, a number of which came from the late Emperor Hengist Duval himself. He has a number of mental health issues, some far more severe than others. He was once a trusted member of the Imperial Navy, and though on almost any public record he is known as a "Serf" he was actually very high among the elite in terms of influence. He was working undercover in the Federation, a fact that, once discovered, caused no small amount of issues between the two factions (as if there weren't enough as it was).


Incident reports - Subject Draseus:

{Note}0068:736001; Not many of his exploits are available for public view as of yet, but much of the information surrounding his last few days is public knowledge, so that is all I shall be covering in this record. If you desire to hear any more, I am all but certain he will gladly share his past if you can find him.

0068:736001-1; Date: 15-9-3301/ Federation reports condemn Agent Draseus as a criminal, accused of crimes against two merchant vessels and the "abduction" of a Sidewinder-class vessel from Trevithick Dock. Imperial Courier dispatched to make contact with the Agent and gain insight into why he fled from his postion in the Federal Navy
0068:736001-2; Date: 27-9-3301/ Imperial Courier destroyed, Black Box destroyed in explosion. Believed to be the work of our Agent, considering the type of damage and the apparent order in which the ships modules were targeted. Further investigation pending.
0068:736001-3; Date: 29-10-3301/ Reports obtained that the Agent has obtained employment within two factions, the Demons of Praetoria and the Horde Collective. Both are believed to have extreme criminal ties, but our Agent has been careful and we have not caught him in any....disreputable acts as of yet. We have tried to put tails on him, but he either loses them or they are destroyed. (Black Boxes and all.) This is beginning to get tedious.
0068:736001-4; Date: 13-11-3301/ "The Demons" and "The Horde" are engaged in battle with two squadrons of the Imperial Navy, a FAS (Federal Assault Ship) was spotted in the conlict, confirmed to have taken out 32 of the Imperial Vessels before he fled the field to get restocked on ammunition. A signal jammer was attached to his ship, so the pilots identity could not be confirmed, but all witnesses testify to the combat style of a highly trained Imperial Pilot. He is officially considered an enemy of the Empire, though we have kept him low on the list in hopes he is innocent, or that we can turn him back to the ways of the Empire.
0068:736001-5; Date: 10-12-3301/ Agent has joined CIRG (Canonn Interstellar Research Group) in what is to believed to be an attempt to gain diplomatic immunity, unfortunately, it succeeded, and now the Imperial Navy can't lay a hand on him for fear of CIRG stopping their research into the UAs. Why does he have to be smart?
0068:736001-6; Date: 20-12-3301/ Draseus has gone "off-the-grid". We intercepted a communicae between him and {Redacted}, and we believe he has left the Bubble in search of {Redacted}.

 

[Fingerless]

A People's History of Fingerless

Not too familiar with elite lore, and I'm mainly aiming for a comedic kind of character.

CMDR Fingerless
Allegiance: Alliance, Communism Interstellar.

There's a lot to a Commander by the name they choose or have chosen for them, and Fingerless' name, much like his early life, was very much the latter category. Sold into Imperial Slavery by rich parents wishing to cover up their infidelity, his moniker was earned after losing his original fingers to RSI brought on by horrific working conditions as a Code Monkey/QA Tester/Credit Farmer in a Zemina Torval owned video games company after spending weeks hooked on combat stims to keep him working on a space trading simulator while flailing at keys with pens taped to his palms. Disgusted at how someone could draw entertainment from exploiting working conditions similar to his in virtual space, he eventually leaked evidence to GalNet and acquired political asylum in the Alliance.

He acquired minor-celebrity status among local socialist and workers movements, and for once experienced a semblance of respite, perhaps even luxury. However. while happy for his new cloned fingers and proper IT education that prevented him from replicating the horrific code he so hated to test, he was disillusioned with the complacence and immaturity of the cappuccino communists, champagne socialists, limousine liberals and the painite proletariat he studied with. Their experience of class struggle was limited to choosing what course to use their scholarship on, earned by donations from their parents. They advanced the revolution, rather than sharing ideas and hope to the commoners and debating and compromising with the bourgeoise, by making asses of themselves as stereotypes on conservative podcasts, gatecrashing politician's speeches with balloons filled with excrement, and using student meetings as an excuse to pass around onionhead. He had given up hope until hearing of the successes of the socialist state in Manite, and after scraping up enough earnings from donations from his open source software, acquired a loan for a sidewinder and hoped to paint the galaxy red.

 

[Carlton_Mann]

Searching Records Carlton Mann...date of search 30 dec 3301



Pilot Federation Records

Name = Carlton Mann

Name registered April 15th 3301 - Lave Station

First record flight October 15th 3301 - LHS 3447 Trevick Dock

Combat Rank: Novice

Trade Rank: Merchant

Explorer Rank: Surveyor

CQC Rank: Harmless

end pilot federation records.

Imperial Intelligence Report

Nsme: Carlton Mann

System of Birth: Unknown

Known Alias: Unkown

Age: Unknown (Approximately mid thirties. There are no birth records found. The name Carlton Mann did not exist until September of 3301, however first seen in October 3301)

Notes: Brought to our attention due to facial recognition putting Attention Red. There are no active warrants in Imperial space or any records of his face or his name in any Imperial database. Turned in combat vouchers for both Imperial and Emporer's Dawn faction Oct 18 3301. Notable actions after coronation ceremony. He played blackjack, bought time with pleasure slaves, and drank his credits away. Specimen collection from Pleasure Slaves yielded DNA, but with no matches found in the Imperal Databases.

Asessment: Facial recognition software glitch, there is no known record of this pilot. As well as no reason for the facial scanners to red flag this pilot. Imperial Intelligence survialence detail unneeded.

end record



Federal Intelligence Record

Name: Carlton Mann

Age: Unknown

Situation Report: LHS 3447 Trevick Dock recieved a Sidewinder registered to a Carlton Mann. Cargo hold was not scanned, nor inspected. Agent reports a cryogenic pod was unloaded from the cargo hold. The man piloting the Sidewinder, mid fifties maybe sixties. Opened the cryopod and left the hangar. When the subject left the pod he stumbled to the sidewinder and entered. Cargo pod was taken to an adjacent hangar and placed into a Viper empty. The Viper launched, but scans showed the responder offline. Ship left LHS 3447 going to Erevate according to wake scan. The Viper was lost. The sidewinder also flew towards Erevate. The Sidewinder appeared to be going to the Empire for the coronation of the Emperor Arissa Lavigny-Duval. Pilot records indicate no known federal, alliance, or imperial affiliation. Believed to be a trader/explorer and gun for hire.

Agent reported a curiosity. Subject appeared to be in his early to mid thirties, but there is no record of the person prior to april of 3301. No photographic or video evidence until October 3301. Classified as not a threat to the Federation at this time.

end record


search concluded


Personal Log

My name is Carlton Mann, it was not the name I was born with. I also know I wasn't born, at least not recently. I remember being a pilot,I remember a battle and my ship being incapacitated. No power, No Engines. I remember being picked up by a big ship. I remember being shackled, and brought before someone with rank. I was then taken to a box, then all I remember is cold. The cold went on forever as well as a sleepless dream of nothing but cold. Until it wasn't cold. I woke up in a hangar with a Sidewinder in it. I am recording my first log October 15th 3301. On the control stick was a note, take these gifts and become Elite. It was pretty cryptic, but I feel it was also a challenge. I started the Sidewinder's power core and saw on Galnet a big event. The coronation of a new emporer, as well as an opportunity for bigger credits than I think I can get trading. Running a nav route I found my frame shift drive is unable to make the trip. I am analyzing trade routes, on the way to the target system. Maybe a long the way I can upgrade my frame shift drive.

October 18th 3301 It didn't take long to gather enough credits for a new ship, actually several. Along the way to Empire space I was able to gather enough credits trading and exploring to buy a Cobra MkIII. The jobs being offered for this event is a slave trading contract, something that is abhorrent to me. Although it isn't clear as to why. But the thought of transporting slaves to the Empire makes me furious with rage. The other are combat bonds, destroying Imperial ships fills me with joy for some reason so I will do that.

October 25th 3301 I made enough credits to refit my ship. I just put an expensive fsd drive dropped some of my Hull Reinforcement modules for Cargo Holds. I think I am going to spend the rest of my profits and join in on the celebration here on Drake Orbital. I think I saw a bar with a few blackjack tables, and pleasure slaves. This week was hard work and I think I earned some R&R.

December 25th 3301 I just looked at my bank account. I now have 400k left. The past two months have been a blur. I think I drank something called Cobra Whiskey, and I am certain my last Pleasure Slave was a boy that looked like a lady. I have spent too much money playing blackjack and pleasure slaves. I just recieved a message from a company called Clauss Incorporated. They are looking for pilots willing to run special cargo in a 224 ly run. My map is plotting the course which runs about 18 jumps for 250ly, so I probably will only have to make a 14 jump run for this job. Easy credits. The past month the word Lave has been in my mind. Maybe after this job I will go there, I feel drawn there and I want to know why.

 

[Futuristic Kung Fu]

Searching Records Carlton Mann...date of search 30 dec 3301



Pilot Federation Records

Name = Carlton Mann

Name registered April 15th 3301 - Lave Station

First record flight October 15th 3301 - LHS 3447 Trevick Dock

Combat Rank: Novice

Trade Rank: Merchant

Explorer Rank: Surveyor

CQC Rank: Harmless

end pilot federation records.

Imperial Intelligence Report

Nsme: Carlton Mann

System of Birth: Unknown

Known Alias: Unkown

Age: Unknown (Approximately mid thirties. There are no birth records found. The name Carlton Mann did not exist until September of 3301, however first seen in October 3301)

Notes: Brought to our attention due to facial recognition putting Attention Red. There are no active warrants in Imperial space or any records of his face or his name in any Imperial database. Turned in combat vouchers for both Imperial and Emporer's Dawn faction Oct 18 3301. Notable actions after coronation ceremony. He played blackjack, bought time with pleasure slaves, and drank his credits away. Specimen collection from Pleasure Slaves yielded DNA, but with no matches found in the Imperal Databases.

Asessment: Facial recognition software glitch, there is no known record of this pilot. As well as no reason for the facial scanners to red flag this pilot. Imperial Intelligence survialence detail unneeded.

end record



Federal Intelligence Record

Name: Carlton Mann

Age: Unknown

Situation Report: LHS 3447 Trevick Dock recieved a Sidewinder registered to a Carlton Mann. Cargo hold was not scanned, nor inspected. Agent reports a cryogenic pod was unloaded from the cargo hold. The man piloting the Sidewinder, mid fifties maybe sixties. Opened the cryopod and left the hangar. When the subject left the pod he stumbled to the sidewinder and entered. Cargo pod was taken to an adjacent hangar and placed into a Viper empty. The Viper launched, but scans showed the responder offline. Ship left LHS 3447 going to Erevate according to wake scan. The Viper was lost. The sidewinder also flew towards Erevate. The Sidewinder appeared to be going to the Empire for the coronation of the Emperor Arissa Lavigny-Duval. Pilot records indicate no known federal, alliance, or imperial affiliation. Believed to be a trader/explorer and gun for hire.

Agent reported a curiosity. Subject appeared to be in his early to mid thirties, but there is no record of the person prior to april of 3301. No photographic or video evidence until October 3301. Classified as not a threat to the Federation at this time.

end record


search concluded


Personal Log

My name is Carlton Mann, it was not the name I was born with. I also know I wasn't born, at least not recently. I remember being a pilot,I remember a battle and my ship being incapacitated. No power, No Engines. I remember being picked up by a big ship. I remember being shackled, and brought before someone with rank. I was then taken to a box, then all I remember is cold. The cold went on forever as well as a sleepless dream of nothing but cold. Until it wasn't cold. I woke up in a hangar with a Sidewinder in it. I am recording my first log October 15th 3301. On the control stick was a note, take these gifts and become Elite. It was pretty cryptic, but I feel it was also a challenge. I started the Sidewinder's power core and saw on Galnet a big event. The coronation of a new emporer, as well as an opportunity for bigger credits than I think I can get trading. Running a nav route I found my frame shift drive is unable to make the trip. I am analyzing trade routes, on the way to the target system. Maybe a long the way I can upgrade my frame shift drive.

October 18th 3301 It didn't take long to gather enough credits for a new ship, actually several. Along the way to Empire space I was able to gather enough credits trading and exploring to buy a Cobra MkIII. The jobs being offered for this event is a slave trading contract, something that is abhorrent to me. Although it isn't clear as to why. But the thought of transporting slaves to the Empire makes me furious with rage. The other are combat bonds, destroying Imperial ships fills me with joy for some reason so I will do that.

October 25th 3301 I made enough credits to refit my ship. I just put an expensive fsd drive dropped some of my Hull Reinforcement modules for Cargo Holds. I think I am going to spend the rest of my profits and join in on the celebration here on Drake Orbital. I think I saw a bar with a few blackjack tables, and pleasure slaves. This week was hard work and I think I earned some R&R.

December 25th 3301 I just looked at my bank account. I now have 400k left. The past two months have been a blur. I think I drank something called Cobra Whiskey, and I am certain my last Pleasure Slave was a boy that looked like a lady. I have spent too much money playing blackjack and pleasure slaves. I just recieved a message from a company called Clauss Incorporated. They are looking for pilots willing to run special cargo in a 224 ly run. My map is plotting the course which runs about 18 jumps for 250ly, so I probably will only have to make a 14 jump run for this job. Easy credits. The past month the word Lave has been in my mind. Maybe after this job I will go there, I feel drawn there and I want to know why.

The black is impossible to see on Elite theme. Excuse me if that was intentional.

 

[Carlton_Mann]

The black is impossible to see on Elite theme. Excuse me if that was intentional.

It actually was not. Sometimes when I am on the forums it doesn't always load the Elite theme. Thanks for pointing it out. And when I edited it, all that seemed to disappear.

Searching Records Carlton Mann...date of search 30 dec 3301



Pilot Federation Records

Name = Carlton Mann

Name registered April 15th 3301 - Lave Station

First record flight October 15th 3301 - LHS 3447 Trevick Dock

Combat Rank: Novice

Trade Rank: Merchant

Explorer Rank: Surveyor

CQC Rank: Harmless

end pilot federation records.

Imperial Intelligence Report

Nsme: Carlton Mann

System of Birth: Unknown

Known Alias: Unkown

Age: Unknown (Approximately mid thirties. There are no birth records found. The name Carlton Mann did not exist until September of 3301, however first seen in October 3301)

Notes: Brought to our attention due to facial recognition putting Attention Red. There are no active warrants in Imperial space or any records of his face or his name in any Imperial database. Turned in combat vouchers for both Imperial and Emporer's Dawn faction Oct 18 3301. Notable actions after coronation ceremony. He played blackjack, bought time with pleasure slaves, and drank his credits away. Specimen collection from Pleasure Slaves yielded DNA, but with no matches found in the Imperal Databases.

Asessment: Facial recognition software glitch, there is no known record of this pilot. As well as no reason for the facial scanners to red flag this pilot. Imperial Intelligence survialence detail unneeded.

end record



Federal Intelligence Record

Name: Carlton Mann

Age: Unknown

Situation Report: LHS 3447 Trevick Dock recieved a Sidewinder registered to a Carlton Mann. Cargo hold was not scanned, nor inspected. Agent reports a cryogenic pod was unloaded from the cargo hold. The man piloting the Sidewinder, mid fifties maybe sixties. Opened the cryopod and left the hangar. When the subject left the pod he stumbled to the sidewinder and entered. Cargo pod was taken to an adjacent hangar and placed into a Viper empty. The Viper launched, but scans showed the responder offline. Ship left LHS 3447 going to Erevate according to wake scan. The Viper was lost. The sidewinder also flew towards Erevate. The Sidewinder appeared to be going to the Empire for the coronation of the Emperor Arissa Lavigny-Duval. Pilot records indicate no known federal, alliance, or imperial affiliation. Believed to be a trader/explorer and gun for hire.

Agent reported a curiosity. Subject appeared to be in his early to mid thirties, but there is no record of the person prior to april of 3301. No photographic or video evidence until October 3301. Classified as not a threat to the Federation at this time.

end record


search concluded


Personal Log

My name is Carlton Mann, it was not the name I was born with. I also know I wasn't born, at least not recently. I remember being a pilot,I remember a battle and my ship being incapacitated. No power, No Engines. I remember being picked up by a big ship. I remember being shackled, and brought before someone with rank. I was then taken to a box, then all I remember is cold. The cold went on forever as well as a sleepless dream of nothing but cold. Until it wasn't cold. I woke up in a hangar with a Sidewinder in it. I am recording my first log October 15th 3301. On the control stick was a note, take these gifts and become Elite. It was pretty cryptic, but I feel it was also a challenge. I started the Sidewinder's power core and saw on Galnet a big event. The coronation of a new emporer, as well as an opportunity for bigger credits than I think I can get trading. Running a nav route I found my frame shift drive is unable to make the trip. I am analyzing trade routes, on the way to the target system. Maybe a long the way I can upgrade my frame shift drive.

October 18th 3301 It didn't take long to gather enough credits for a new ship, actually several. Along the way to Empire space I was able to gather enough credits trading and exploring to buy a Cobra MkIII. The jobs being offered for this event is a slave trading contract, something that is abhorrent to me. Although it isn't clear as to why. But the thought of transporting slaves to the Empire makes me furious with rage. The other are combat bonds, destroying Imperial ships fills me with joy for some reason so I will do that.

October 25th 3301 I made enough credits to refit my ship. I just put an expensive fsd drive dropped some of my Hull Reinforcement modules for Cargo Holds. I think I am going to spend the rest of my profits and join in on the celebration here on Drake Orbital. I think I saw a bar with a few blackjack tables, and pleasure slaves. This week was hard work and I think I earned some R&R.

December 25th 3301 I just looked at my bank account. I now have 400k left. The past two months have been a blur. I think I drank something called Cobra Whiskey, and I am certain my last Pleasure Slave was a boy that looked like a lady. I have spent too much money playing blackjack and pleasure slaves. I just recieved a message from a company called Clauss Incorporated. They are looking for pilots willing to run special cargo in a 224 ly run. My map is plotting the course which runs about 18 jumps for 250ly, so I probably will only have to make a 14 jump run for this job. Easy credits. The past month the word Lave has been in my mind. Maybe after this job I will go there, I feel drawn there and I want to know why.