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| Callsign: | Sratchet  | | ComNet Rank: | ComNet n00b
| | Avatar: |  | | Division(s): | VE - Stormtrooper Corps | | Gender: | Male | | Species: | Human | | Birthday: | December 12 | | Date Joined: | September 29, 2008 | | Last Active: | November 19, 2008 at 12:46:36 AM | | Number of Posts: | 16 | | Biography: | == Physical Appearance ==
Species: Human
Native Language: Galactic Basic
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Green
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 79kg
Age: 26
Character's Full Name: Sratchet Alkiem
Physical Build: Medium muscle build, several long scars across back.
Homeworld: Devaron
== Background History ==
Living on Devaron was a hard life, even for the local species, the Devarionians. The planet’s government was run by women, and the military left to the men. The harsh capital punishment and swift justice system suppressed a deeper anger in everyone it affected. For poor human immigrants such as the Alkiem family, there was nothing else to do but live with it, or suffer. They didn’t have the luxury of choice. Out of this hardening came discipline and respect for superiors. Devaron had a huge army restricted only to Devaronians and certain humans, which crushed any opposition with literally no mercy.
The Alkiem family members consisted of the father, Jurno, the mother, Seila, and their two year old son, Sratchet. They had just escaped a hellish War Zone, only to find themselves trapped in Devaron. With little money from the low wage jobs Jurno and Seila took up, there wasn’t much chance of getting off planet. Despite Jurno was once in an army, so he learned to be a hardened man, and so had Siela, but this was different. They both knew this new planet was strict, and asked for much. The only thing to do was to adjust, go along with and respect the Devaronian government, for it was now theirs.
Fifteen years later, Sratchet was nearing the end of his superior education. The school he attended for the twelve years seemed to be the liveliest as the fees were low, but this did not mean Sratchet easily made friends. In fact, the more time he spent around people, the more time he spent isolated. His father praised this exile, as it meant he devoted time to raising skills he would need in the future, and had no meaningful relationships. In addition to his schooling education, his mother would tutor him everyday, and then followed by his hands-on skills. Sratchet had a rare gift, powerful eyesight and hearing, and not a bad build. Despite these abilities, Sratchet was lacking in a few areas, most vitally action.
It was no more than a few months after his schooling was complete, that seventeen year old Sratchet Alkeim was caught up in the hellfire of a battle. It began when secret societies that formed on Montellian Serat (Devaron’s Captial) began working with the Rebel Alliance. Soon, they began rising up in politics, and when rejected, they finally retaliated and overthrew the city. Thinking they could hold off the capital of Devaron and come to terms with the enemy, the Rebel Devaronians held their ground. Knowing the imminent mobilization, and the encouragement from his father, Sratchet applied for the Imperial-aligned Devaron Army. As very few humans actually made it into the Devaron army, Sratchet was relieved and exhilarated when his form came back approved.
Though expecting a tough and hard time in the army, Sratchet had no idea. Through his two weeks of basic training, Sratchet was beaten, thrashed and tortured. The intensity would either break a man, or bury his feelings so deep; he might not ever use them again. Out of the extremes of the discipline and training, he and several other recruits were taught that nothing else mattered but skill, discipline and respect. From this, long scars were embedded into his back to remind him forever, where his place was and where it will remain.
The last thing he was ever taught was, to the army, the single most important rule, the one that would burn into Sratchet’s heart forever, “Give no mercy and expect none.”
The day Sratchet was shipped out to his new outpost was the day the Imperial-aligned Devaron army was to begin the assault on Montellian Serat. Before Sratchet’s squad, along with many others, arrived to reinforce the army, the assault had already lasted for three days. The constant bombardment, although lasting for that long, appeared to have little destructive force on Montellian Serat’s heavy defences. As soon as Sratchet was deployed, his mind instantly clicked over to battle mode. The roars of deafening shells being fired was the only thing that could be heard as the drop ship landed, and it remained that way for two more days. No one could sleep, and no one could eat, as the intensity of the shooting thickened.
It wasn’t until the stealth demolitions team destroyed the air shield device that the action really happened. Bombers soared over the city, clearing out paths for the troops. After the air strike finished, the armoured vehicles poured into the huge city. One by one, though, the tanks fell to the traps. By the time Sratchet’s division was moving in, there was little time to think, only time to fight. Streets and buildings were filled with hundreds upon hundreds of enemies. His squad was assigned with taking out key targets so the rest could advance. Sratchet could feel the fear of the Rebels in the air, it made him sick at the cowards. Blasting their way through buildings and relying on fast tactics, each and every squad managed to down all the targets, and when that happened, the entire army moved into the city.
When the fighting was over, Sratchet’s squad was practically tripping over bodies and debris. The battle outlasted Sratchet’s adrenaline, and he was worn. The fighting ended when the Rebels realised their doomed destruction and surrendered. There were just over 700 Devaronian rebels at the town square in the holding pens. Though, the orders were clear what to do with them. It was Kardue'sai'Malloc, the Captain of the army that ordered all the men to begin blasting through the holding pens, tearing apart all inside. Over all the screams, there was only one thing Sratchet said to himself to calm him, Show no mercy and expect none.
Hours after all the killing, Sratchet was to report back to his squad, when he overheard some of a conversation Malloc was having with someone.
“The Empire ordered us to move on. To reinforce loyal troops, fighting just south of us. We were not to leave any troops behind as guards for the prisoners—and certainly we were not to leave any of them living.” Malloc stated.
“They didn't tell you to execute the prisoners.” The stranger replied to Malloc.
Malloc then grinned and said, “They didn't have to. It took almost five minutes. We put them in a holding pen and started shooting at them. They screamed and screamed and screamed. We just kept shooting until the screaming had stopped. I was following orders.”
Knowing it was not his place; Sratchet kept moving on and never looked back. The army continued to hunt down the last remaining rebels on Devaron, and it was not long before Sratchet’s two years of service had ended. He chose to leave the army, as he thought at the time he would never live a life to an army. Sratchet settle down, with his own house. He became a mechanic, and with his spare time he tutored students for affordable prices. The life Sratchet never wanted was everything he needed after two years of full service in the army.
Seven years later, Sratchet was watching the universe roll by before his eyes. Kardue'sai'Malloc, nicknamed, “The Butcher of Montellian Serat.”, went into hiding to avoid being persecuted. Some disciplined and respected captain he was. The Empire had been disbanded, and the remnants had formed together. Sratchet was once again worn, but of this common life. It was obvious that after seven years he still could not fit in or live a normal live, and now his heart was yearning for battle again. It had been so long since he last held a weapon, but he knew it was better than this folly life he had been living. His coalition was with the Imperial faction last time, and he knew after the massacre he could never join the Rebels. Sratched vowed to never look back, as The Vast Empire was now his new goal.
== Character's Personality ==
Sratchet builds up anger like momentum, and when he unleashes it, he goes into a rage.
He is well disciplined and respects all.
His skills are in his eyesight, hearing and strength.
His flaws are his agility and computers (apart from vehicles). | | Signature: | Private First Class SratchetIronHorseSquad~WildcardPlatoo n ~ Army of the Vast Empire TRP/PFC Sratchet/1SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR]  | |
