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Name: Kurse Claude
Race: Human-Echani
Age: 25
Homeworld: Dubrillion in the Dubrillion System of the Dalonbian Sector

Title(s): Adept Echani Practitioner

Family: Bulfor Claude-Father(Deceased)
    Crystal Claude-Mother 50(Alive on Dubrillion)
    Jaciel Claude-Brother 28(Alive Whereabouts Unknown)
    

Educational History:
Home schooled 24BBY-14BBY
Telos IV 14BBY-3BBY
Imperial Royal Guard Academy 1BBY-0.0.1ABY


Description: Kurse stands a normal 1.82 meters tall and weighs in at 86.1 kilograms of athletic muscle. He has a flat-top of silvery hair cut to academy standards. His skin is a pale to silvery color which is in deep contrast to his gleaming blue eyes. His nose is somewhat offset due to having been broken one too many times, and on his left cheek is a scar from a double-bladed vibro-sword training accident.

History:

(Early years)

Kurse  Claude was born on the lush planet of Dubrillion, his father was away most of the time but that mattered little as his mother ran the family. Crystal Claude ran the day to day dealings, setting up chores, training, finances and his father Bulfor couldn't do anything without his mother's consent.

Growing up in an Echani household was very tedious, from the age of three his mother began to instruct him on basic moves, tumbling, kicking and punching. During his practice sessions he would try to emulate his older brother Jaciel's moves almost exactly copying his every technique. Their mother was a fair but firm teacher, pushing the finer points of hand-hand techniques. When Kurse or Jaciel messed up horribly their punishment would be running, pushups, sit-ups, any kind of physical workout she could think of adding "A mistake like that could be the end of your existence"

Kurse hardly ever saw his father, he would come home rarely only to leave in a couple of days carrying his bright red armor. Kurse would be intrigued with his father's armor, the way it shined, the sleek but dangerous look it gave off filled him with wonder and excitement,

(Telos Years)

Upon reaching ten years old Kurse's mom prepared him for a journey his brother had taken three years previous, he was going to Talos IV to train with some Echani warriors. Before leaving home and heading to a shuttle his mother wanted one last spar to say goodbye.

Both Contestants dropped into fighting stances, peeing at his mother waiting for her to make the first move as always, but it did not come. After five minutes of standing there Kurse attacked his mother with such force that he nearly bowled her over. Kicking towards her midsection she lazily blocked almost not getting there in time, he had never seen his mother fight like this. Following his bodies spin he brought his fist towards his mother's face with a backhand that she again almost failed to block.

Kurse paused and stepped back and bowed, though his mother did not cry he could feel her anguish in the way she fought, afraid to loose both children because sometimes they never lived through the training. He had never seen her show weakness before but he hoped his fighting showed her he would return.

Hopping aboard his transport and bowing to his mother before departing his anticipation and nerves were skyrocketing. Kurse hardly slept those two days of travel to his destination.

Stepping out of the transport the Echani was met by handmaidens in flowing robes, their long silver hair accentuated their features. He was welcomed by a kick to the ribs making him drop his bag and rolling to the side, Kurse had never fought more than one opponent at a time and here were three adults as he was only a ten year old child.

The roll brought him into a crouching position, leaping up he brought his knee into the stomach of one maiden and kicked backwards with his other leg at an approaching one, that was a nice move except he never saw the fist that smacked him square in the nose by the third attacker braking it.

Blood pouring down the child's nose brought a mist to his eyes, fighting the pain he stood up jumping over a kick to his feet only to be hit in the stomach from another, the third blow knocked him unconscious. When he came to the child was on a bed, nose stinging from pain had been reset back in place. Kurse stood up and found his pack in the room and a white robe a chair.

Leaving the room he found that everyone was secluded in an underground complex where Echani trained with each other in combat. Searching he found classrooms, sparring areas, mess halls, and one secluded room. This is where Kurse would spend nine years of his life under the extreme tutelage of the handmaiden sisters.

During a break one day four years down the road Kurse encountered his brother Jaciel in a sparring room. His older brother who he had seldom seen in the academy challenged him to fight, both grabbed their dual vibro-swords and took fighting stances, students and a couple of teachers gathered around.

The older Echani leapt at his younger brother sweeping down towards his head the blade singing through the air, Kurse brought up his and swept away the attack spinning and back slashing towards the other's midsection. Amazingly his brother dodged to the side and kicked the weapon sending more momentum into the swing hopefully throwing Kurse off balance.

My brother was always stronger, but he wasn't as technical as me he thought planting the blade into the ground using it for leverage to spin himself around kicking the other in the stomach knocking him down if only for a second. Jaciel back sprung to his feet launching a flurry of attacks while charging at Kurse, barely parrying and avoiding them he launched a counter so hard that when his brother went to block it broke the double bladed weapon in the middle.

His brother shocked at the surge of strength quickly recovered and pressed his attack, the two weapons and his brothers speed quickly overcome him. One such attack ended the spar as it overcame Kurse, he received a slash on his left cheek that dripped blood down his face knocking him to one knee,

The crowd clapped and the instructors seemed to smile, seeing the passion of these two brothers and the competition between them. Jaciel lent his hand to Kurse helping him off his knees, while rising Jaciel whispered into his ear "Good spar little brother, I am very proud of you someday you will surpass me. I want you to know this through research I found out our families Echani name is Claude." With that Jaciel left the room, Kurse would only hear from him when he was at the Red Guard Academy on Yinchorr.

The rest of Kurse's stay was rigorous with extensive training and classroom sessions. He graduated with high honors, but just below his brother's extreme high honors ranking.

(Before the academy)

Kurse spent a whole year at home, showing his mother all that he had learned. His father came home once during that time. Having never really known his father and always immortalizing the red armor he wore Kurse's mother insisted that they spar, his father would never undermine his mother's authority.

Still wearing his robes from the Echani academy and his father wearing a slick one-piece jumpsuit they clashed in a dirt ring outside the house. Kurse lashed out with a roundhouse kick followed by a jumping spin kick. His father almost seemed to read every move, he ducked under the roundhouse only to grab Kurse's foot on his spin kick twisting the ankle sending him crashing into the dirt.

Spinning himself on the ground and launching into the air Kurse flipped onto his feet, this time he attacked cautiously with a punch to his father's face, feinting a backspin fist, his father taking the bait he jumped with a knee landing it on his father's chin lifting him off the ground. Kurse immediately snap kicked with his left leg into his father's chest knocking the wind out of him and sending him backwards.

Recovering quickly Bulfor rewarded his son with an extremely quick punch to the nose braking it again, he saw a small grin on his dad's face before spots clouded his eyes and pain erupted in his face. The Echani's bowed towards each other as blood freely poured from his broken nose, he felt pride in his father's movements.

When his father left the next day Kurse asked him about his beautiful red armor. Relaying a story about the Empire and Royal Guard Sovereign Protectors that he belonged to, and than left. That was the last time he would see his father alive.

(Imperial Royal Guard Academy)

Almost before the year was up Kurse and his mother had visitors, when coming home after a brief run Kurse saw a speeder bike and land speeder outside his home. Walking inside he saw three men one in red armor like his father's and two in white armor he had never seen before.

The red armored being had his hand over his unconscious mother while the other two attacked with a force pike and stun baton. Dodging one thrust Kurse caught the baton wielder in the chest with a kick stopping his forward motion and making his arms flail out to the side. Reaching for the baton hand and spinning so the arm was inverted palm up, elbow over his shoulder he pulled down and stood up hearing a snapping sound.

Picking up the baton the other white trooper slashed at him, parrying the blow he thrust up with all his might putting the baton through the base of it's helm and into the skull, he kicked the dead one in the chest sending him up against the wall. He never saw the blue ring fired by the red guard, it hit him in the back sending him into unconsciousness.

Though he felt drugged the Echani awoke inside another large complex, his wavering site slowly returning, Why did things always seem to happen to me like this he thought he sight focusing on someone standing across from him by another bunk, "Welcome to the Red guard academy, I'm Tapkurn" the other said, "I am Kurse and the what?" he replied. Tapkurn explained the whole concept of the academy as he had been here for a month already.

Kurse hardly had time to settle in, the equipment he received here and intense training was even harder than what he experienced on Talos. Often failure was met with death as only the strong would survive. They seemed to teach Echani techniques but with more focus on attacks instead of knowing their opponents.

He received a holo, most likely the work of his father as mail correspondence was a punishable offense. It was from his brother, it stated that he had joined the rebellion and was fighting against the empire. Kurse broke the disk with his bare hands, how could his brother go against all his father and the Empire stood for he thought throwing the scraps into the compacter.

The academy only lasted a year but it felt like a lifetime, broken bones and intense physical workouts were almost everyday. Sometimes at night candidates slept in bacta instead of bunks and in the morning doing the routine all over again.

At the end of the year the Emperor usually came to the final trials himself, but this time it was Grand Moff Karl von Roma, the Emperor was elsewhere preparing something.  When the time came for Kurse's battle he was pitted against Tapkurn.

The two opponents bowed to each other and squared off, the refusal to fight was death, losing the fight was death, both friends had no choice and couldn't hold back. Tapkurn attacked first lunging in with a kick easily blocked and countered with a kick to the head by the Echani. Kurse could tell that Tapkurn wasn't into killing and did not want to be here.

Pressing his own attack Kurse leapt into the air kicking at his opponent, when his foot was caught he back flipped kicking the human in the jaw as he rotated backwards. Landing on his feet he immediately lunged in with a punch to the ribs feeling Tapkurn's chest give away. As if his nose had a bulls eye on it, a kick from the human found the mark breaking it for the final time.

As blood flowed down his nose anger rose inside him, ducking under another kick, Kurse's opponent spinned his back facing him, moving inside putting back to back Kurse reached behind grapping Tapkurn under the neck. He pulled forward in a modified Echani throw with all his strength snapping his opponents neck and sending the limp body flying.

Bowing towards the Grand Moff and towards his fallen friend a tear trickled down one eye for Tapkurn. A hard lessen learned, self preservation.

The next day was graduation day, but it was cancelled, last night Grand Moff Karl von Roma departed in all haste and word was out that the Battle for Yavin was lost and the Emperor was killed. Everyone at the academy was sent on transports to wherever destination they desired. Kurse went home.


(Returning Home)

Kurse returned home to his mother, she had no news of his brother, but his father was another story. The last holo she had received was that he was on a top secret planetoid heading to a battle with the Emperor. He had died on the death star.
The chaos that ensued in the Empire was over who was next in line. The Grand Moff that was at the academy had succeeded the throne becoming the new Emperor. Through all of this his mother never let up on his training, though se was getting old herself.

After seeing many recruiting vids from the Empire it was nine months before he decided to enlist, knowing the Emperor wouldn't remember seeing him before. Boarding the next shuttle to Coruscant Kurse awaited the long trip to enlist in the academy. This is where his story begins.

Skills:

Kurse excels at hand to hand combat, and any form of melee weapons, his Echani blood and training make him an excellent close combat killing machine. He is mediocre with blasters having only used them in the Imperial academy, he hates these due to that fact he cannot feel his opponent from a distance. As a pilot he has some  training, maybe someday he would get better.  He carries around his mother's dual-bladed vibro-sword passed down in the family for generations, rumors say it has special properties, but they are just rumors.



Psychological Profile:

Kurse is very rigorous with himself, constantly pushing his physical prowess. He discords blasters and has somewhat of a prejudice against people who rely on them instead of themselves. He is very introverted, keeping to himself, if he offers to spar you than consider that a start to friendship. He is extremely loyal to the Empire and the Emperor due to his father and Red Guard training.




 
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FM/PO2/Cyleaf Aehait/Kaph 1-3/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

Name: Halos Bok 
Call Sign: Tails
Age: 20
Height: 1.8 Meters
Weight: 90.7 Kilograms

Home World: Verinia

Species: Twi'lek
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin Color: Tan

Tattoos:    A series of line patterns on the lekku, also the Slasher Gang symbol on the right side of his chest.  There is also a large tattoo of a sword going down the length of his back.

Physical Characteristics

Like his father, Helar Bok, he is very muscular with chiseled abs and a prominent chest.  He looks very intimidating with being also six feet tall.  He is very strong and very agile.  He has almost no physical weaknesses.  He wears one lekku around his neck and the other goes down his back.

Mental Characteristics

He has what would be "called street smarts."  He isn't the smartest being ever, academically wise.  But oddly, he picked up flying star fighters quite quickly.  He has an issue with suck ups and whiners.  He has a short fuse and is easily ticked off by people not doing things the right way.  He is also mildly xenophobic toward humans.


History


Childhood

He was born to the leader of the Slashers, Helar Bok, on Verinia.  He never really had what would be called a normal childhood.  He had been born into the underworld of Verinian City, the present, industrial capital of the planet.  He learned how to fight and survive on the streets quickly, for they gave out no mercy.  The Slashers specialized in sub contracting bounty hunters and illegal weapons sales.  Unfortunately, this got a lot of people, the under world people and the rich, ticked off at the gang.  The gang never really had any problems with the Imperial Government of the planet since they were in league with each other. 

He had gained a selective xenophobia for humans from his father.  In more detail, it was more for certain groups of humans like the rich and the Imperials.  Though it was very mild, more of a Twi'leks are better than most humans sort of thing.

When Halos was only seven, a member of a rival gang tried to take his life.  His unusual mentor, the famous Thaan Sion, killed the gangster before he could commit the act.  Though Thaan was a high ranking Imperial on Verinia, Halos had gained a lot of respect for him very quickly.  Since his father was always busy, Thaan Sion had taught him most of what he knew.  Thaan Sion taught him from the age 5, basic hand to hand combat moves.  By the age of 8, he was a well coordinated, fighting machine.  From the age of 10, the famous Sion had taught him the ways of the knife and sword. 

At 14, the Battle of Endor had taken place and the Empire had fallen apart.  Thaan Sion had become the leader of the Verinian Remnant's Navy out of vote.  With his new role he still continued to teach Halos when he had time.  At the age of 14, he learned how to use a blaster and become a nearly expert marks man by the age of 16.

At eighteen something tragic had happened.  A few of the larger gangs had united together and had begun what would become known as the "Verinian Gangster War."  Repeated attempts on his life forced him to leave the Slashers.  He enrolled in the Verinian Navy.


Verinian Navy


In the academy, he just got by on the academic areas of the education.  But when he finally got into a simulator, he excelled.  He did very well in actual flight and war exercises.  He needed to have a special suit and helmet fabricated to accommodate his lekku.  Even though he didn't do so well, he was accepted into Sion's elite fighter squadron.  Sion wasn't a leader who just sat around and told people what to do.  He needed to be in on the action, so he actually led the fighter squadron.

Thaan Sion's advanced program was hard to pass, but Halos understood his style, giving him an edge.  He passed with flying colors.  The Verinian Remnant's Navy was quite small, only having a couple of Capital ships and an array of smaller ones.  The fleet was only for defense.  The only enemy they really had was the "Rebels" that worked with in the Verinian Remnant's borders.
Halos soon got board of this and after an argument with his old mentor, he stole a shuttle and deserted to the nearby Vast Imperial Remnant.


Academy


His training was also bitter sweet in the Vast Empire's Naval Academy.  He did well in the fighter but not so good on paper.  He did graduate and was placed in the Curious Onlookers fighter group.

(OCC: I think you guys got by now that Thaan Sion and Than Sion are two compleatly different people.)

             



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FM/CPO Than Sion/Kaph 6/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)(=*SA*=)[MC:1]
Than Sion, destroyer of all things cute and fluffy!!!

(Just making my place to where I've counted, continue please)
 
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WAJ/2LT Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/M-SSD Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][LSM][LoC]


"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu

Name: Dracos Clades
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Android (half human, half machine)
Planet: Saturnus
Height: 6 feet

Description:  Has black hair with white streaks, one green eye and one robotic eye. Athletic build working with the militia. Complete skeletal structure is robotic.

Personality: Calm. Since working with the auxilium he needs to be calm when working on missions or else Dracos might mess up the mission, which will result to failure.

History:

Dracos Clades was born in a time of war; his parents John Clades and Diana Clades were Lieutenants in a secret Militia Called the Auxilium. On the planet Saturnus there was a war between two countries, Defigo and Aeacus. These two countries were the controlling parts of the world and they were at war with each other. The other smaller countries had to choose sides or else they would lose most trades with the other countries. One small country called Abeo is where the Auxilium was first created to put a stop to the war and have peace.

By the age of ten something terrible happened to Dracos and his family. While visiting Defigo for a conference a team of soldiers from Aeacus attacked the conference killing Dracos parents and most of the delegates. Once Auxilium heard what happened they put a team together to go and rescue Dracos from the structure. Once they got there they saw the devastation that occurred most of Dracos body was crushed and he was barely breathing. Rushing him back to Abeo they started a very serious and dangerous procedure that will save his life. The Procedure was called Tribulum and it was to replace all the skeletal structure with the strongest metal on the planet it was called Fortis.

During the procedure they had to remove not only his bones but one eye and a hand as well. They replaced the eye with a targeting eye that would auto aim and target while shooting a weapon and the hand which was replaced with a metallic hand which would enable him to hack into any computer with micro threads protruding from his fingers.

When the procedure was finally done Dracos was placed in a room to monitor his healing process. After a weak Dracos woke up and didn't recognize his strange surroundings. He started panicking wondering why his body was so stiff, finally after what seemed like hours to Dracos a scientist walked in. "Ah good afternoon young Dracos, you've been in this room for nearly a weak and we were starting to worry if you were finally going to awaken". Dracos of course didn't know what he was talking about but he motioned him to continue. "Oh yes of course how silly of me, you were almost killed during that conference and when we found you we didn't know if you would survive". Dracos started to cry knowing that his parents didn't make it.

The doctor not noticing this continued on "We had to go under a very drastic procedure call Tribulum and we had to replace your whole skeletal structure with a very strong Metal called Fortis. Your heart is encased in a shell protecting it from anything and your left eye was replaced with state of the art technology that will target when using a weapon or flying a ship. Unfortunately your right hand was damaged and had to be replaced. This handy gadget will let you slice into any computer with micro threads in the finger tips and it will open any lock."

Dracos now understanding what happened to him asked what will happen to him now. The scientist replied, "You will be going under training to fight in the Militia and avenge your parents".

During a hard 10 years of training Dracos was taught many things including, Piloting star fighters, extensive hand to hand combat, long and short ranged weapons, Slicing into many different computer consoles and able to survive in many different situations.

After training he went on many missions, assassinating many officials from both sides of the war and leading groups of men into buildings for search and destroy missions.

When Dracos was twenty-five the war was finally over and the militia disbanded. Dracos being taught nothing but strategy and combat left Saturnus in search of some battles to keep him busy for a while. Finding nothing Dracos enlisted in the Vast Imperial Navy. Passing all his academy tests he was a certified star fighter pilot in search of many battles to come. 

 
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Aegis Squad I think war might be God's way of teaching us geography~Paul Rodriguez If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. - Sun Tzu ---------------------- XO/FL/PO2 DJ234/Aegis-5/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=SA=) [VC:B]

 
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"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu

Counted
 
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WAJ/2LT Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/M-SSD Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][LSM][LoC]


"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu

Name: Lenrax Orpho
Callsign: Len
Race: Human
Sex: male
Age: 20
Career: Pilot
Alignment: Imperial
Origin: Coruscant

Skin colour: Pale
Eyes: Dark chocolate Brown
Hair colour: black
Hair style: Reaches below ears. Scruffy.
Facial hair: none
Build: Slim, with slight muscle.
Height: 1, 7
Weight: 90lg
Distinctive Features: None
Appearance: Known to wear black biker's gloves. Is found most commonly in his flight uniform.
History
Lenrax was born in wealth, though he grew up in poverty. It is unknown as to how he ended up in the streets, but he grew up without parents, raised by gang member who fought one another and claimed him a prize. It was very common for Lenrax to find himself sleeping at the base of four gangs with one week. The squad he remained to till it disbanded, was the Black 13. He was taught a variety of skills, such as blaster, melee, and stealth.

His life took a turning point when he stumbled across a twelve year old, who would forever hold his heart.
"Stop the frickkin noise!"
Lenrax cursed as he bolted from his makeshift bed on the floor and stumbled out of the little room the Black 13 possessed. He was the youngest of them all, and so it was his duty to see to it that the gang was living in comfort. Cursing his age his jogged outside and followed the crying. The few street lights the city provided flickered vividly in the night sky attracting all sorts of insects. Hugging him self to gather more warmth, he turned left into the next street. The crying seemed to be originating from the dustbins, miraculously no one has woken yet from the racket which was very fortunate whoever caused it, because he would receive a knife with the flick of an wrist through his throat. His frowned. Up ahead he could see a shivering shadows, rocking back forth in simultaneously with the sobs. For fourteen years of his life Lenrax has never received guidance on emotional issues, and all skills he has attained so far failed him now. Hesitating he neared the shivering bundle and touched it on where he assumed the shoulders were located. The crying softened when touched, but when he drew his hand away it retained it's previous noise level. Unsure he started patting the bundle, till he felt it relax more and more. Mystified this continued for some time before at last it seemed the bundle has fallen asleep despite the icy temperature.

He gather the bundle in his arms softly and pulled the the hands away from its face. A small face met his eyes, framed with unkempt onyx hair that cascaded over her chest, and a lovely olive coloured skin. Needless to say Lenrax was drawn to the little pre-adolescence female. He gathered her gently in his arms and carried her back to his bed.

At that time he was fourteen years old, over the course of the years he continued meeting up with Anainne in the dead of the night, and although he always hinted at her for something more then friends, she rejected it. They ran amok through the back slums, and as the years grew, so did the seriousness of their acts. By the time Lenrax turned eighteen he was suitable to take the gang over. Anainne has been of it for several years, proving her self as quite an valuable asset. Under Lenrax' guidance the gang flourished even more. His wit and intelligence, combined with Anainenne's charm made them the most notorious of the gangs. They took joy in making it difficult for the Republic to control the back slums of the city. Things however started falling apart as their fame grew, it went to the less experienced members' heads, which in turn got them killed or jailed. The gang, ruined, left without followers forced Lenrax to disband what was left of it. Anainne coaxed him into joining the Imperial navy with her. He agreed reluctantly, uneasy about flying in space due to his claustrophobic tenancies. He also questioned whether they were fighting for a worthy cause. It angered Anainne, and for days she refused to visit him. In the end he agreed, if it was only to please the girl of his dreams.

They joined the Vast Imperial Navy as Anainne turned eighteen. Though they saw each other often enough in the corridors and hangars, Lenrax felt the strong friendship between them slipping away. He's currently awaits order to be sorted in a squadron due to delayed completion of training.




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