Sergeant Leon
Below you will find my Biography:
Native Language: Basic
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Stone Grey
Skin Color: Greenish Grey
Height: 4'5
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 23
Full Name: Rikardi Nomrik Hataan
Physical Build: Slim / Slightly Built
Homeworld: Rodia
*Talents/Skills*
1) Due to the nature of the world he lived on Rikardi is trained in the art
of hand-to-hand combat and is trained in using basic weapons such as Blaster
Pistols and Blaster Rifles. This came through the nature of the work he
performed before being recruited by the Stormtrooper Corps.
2) Is fluent in Galactic Basic and Rodese.
*Background History*
"Where's our money?"
Those were the words that echoed throughout my childhood. Every week it was
the same; they would come in, take the money and leave, the exact system
they used every time they did this and the system they would always use in
the future. Their timing was perfect, their intimidation flawless, and the
time it took them to get the money and leave was perfect. In my eyes they
were untouchable. So why did they have to do it to us?
All my childhood my parents tried to provide for me and my brother, doing
their best to scrap together what they could to make sure we got by every
time, not caring about their own health and what they are going to eat. In
their eyes we were their world and they were ours. We struggled but as a
family we pulled through tough times, we managed to look in the face of
adversity and spit at it. We were going to pull through this and then we
would be settled for life.
My parents owned a small bakery in the town we lived in, nothing fancy but
something you could buy food from. As we lived in a tough place this was a
dream for most people as otherwise they would be fighting over scraps of
food from the gutter and killing each other for a small bit of meat. Our
business was good but this of course attracted the local crime boss, Domark
Ul-Nojig. This was where my story started to take a dark twist. I remember
for the first few weeks they would come round and ask about their special
form of protection. They would say in the future we would need it as the
gang wars were getting out of hand. The problem was they had run all the
gangs out of our town, there was no war, just mindless killing of innocent
blood.
Pretty soon there were 'mysterious' smashed windows and threats made to the
shop. They were starting to put pressure on us and then finally they came to
our shop and said that we were now under their protection and we had to pay
them 60% of all the profit we made. My father tried to say that we would
then be left with nothing but they just beat him for disobeying them. We
were now Ul-Nojig property to do what he liked with us and if we did not pay
then we would get another beating and another and another until we got the
message.
We did not question them again but just paid up all the money we had and
lived off scraps we could buy with what was left over. Every week I would
hear "Where's the money?" from them and there was not a damn thing me or my
brother could do about it. We just had to sit back and watch as this slug
bleed our family dry and watched us suffer like rats in a fire. These people
were sick and would not stop for anything, not an inch of compassion in
them. I realized that I had to do something for my parents to be able to
survive.
Me and my brother came up with a plan that would allow us to enter Domark's
'Hideout' undetected and then we could finally face the man that was causing
all the pan and suffering to not only us but to everyone in our village who
lived in fear of being beaten or killed by this man. We had laid out all the
fine details such as the amount of time we needed, what positions we had to
be in and more importantly how we were going to finally come face to face
with the man himself.
After several sleepless nights we had finally finished our plan and were
ready to execute it the following day protection day. At approximately 10am
the next morning some hired goons came round to collect the protection money
from my father who had now grown used to the exchange and had the cash ready
for them in an envelope. When the time came they flounced through the door
like they owned the shop and took a chunk of meat from the display and
started eating it. This was pure arrogance that came with knowing they could
do whatever the hell they liked. This day though they would be in for a
surprise.
While the deal went down me and my brother managed to sneak into the back of
their land cruise ship. Tucking ourselves under a scrap sheet we managed to
hide ourselves from view. They quickly came back out to their ship and took
of with both of ourselves concealed in the back. So far so good for our
plan. The next bit of our plan was to get back out of the ship without
anyone realizing. This would prove harder than we thought as the security
around the compound was tight and inside was tighter. Looking through the
creek we had made in the back we managed to see and opening and did not wait
around to shoot into the halls of the building.
>From here we slowly moved around the building, looking for any sign as to
the whereabouts of Domark. This took time and patience as everyone was tight
lipped about where he was and what exactly he was doing. The search came to
an end when a huge door was thrown open and an official looking Rodian
stepped out of a small conference type room. This must have been it we
thought. Slowly edging down the hall we were standing in we waited for
everyone to leave before we were to make our big entrance and face the man
we had been seeking for all these years. My brother went first and slowly
moved into the room but as I was about to move as well my entire body froze.
I wanted to go into that room but my body was telling me I was not going
anywhere. The more I tried to move the more worn out I got and the less I
managed to move.
Realizing I was not behind him my brother quickly spun back round to see
where I was, only to be met with a steel pipe to the back of his head. This
got my body moving, but not by me moving it, I was being carried into the
room by a guard.
We were both thrown down before the boss himself, Domark. I was finally face
to face with the man I had detested for years but not under the
circumstances I had wanted them to be under. I stared into his eyes but all
I got back was the ice coldness of his stare. I tried to keep looking but
his eyes were wearing me down, like they were trying to destroy every bit of
me. I had to look away, and my brother coming around gave the perfect
opportunity to do so. I started to walk over to my brother to see if he was
alright but before I could reach him felt the cold metal of a vibroblade
covering my throat. As the blade dug in deeper I edged back towards the spot
I was first in.
"I must applaud you for being able to sneak past my security" Domark
bellowed in a spittish way.
"Nobody has done that before and after today will ever do it again so you
hold a title that no one will ever take from you."
"SHUT UP!"
I don't know what I was doing but before I could stop myself I was screaming
out everything I had wanted to say to this man for years. For all the times
he had pushed my parents and other people around and for all the times he
had killed innocent people.
"Just shut up! I have seen you kill, hurt, destroy, bully and dictate people
for years. Have seen families destroyed by your greed and your sick mind.
You have taken from people who have had nothing to begin with and then
laughed as they try to survive while you live in your huge mansion and eat
your grand feats. I have seen you kill innocent people because they would
not pay your 'protection' or they dared to speak out against you. I have
seen you make peoples lives a living hell for years because you can and it
is the only way you can get your kicks, from watching other people suffer.
It ends now. By these words I am speaking I will not rest until you are
burning in hell for what you have done."
Before I could end I was hit by a flood of tears and could not speak the
rest of what I wanted to say. Wiping the tears from my eyes I tried to go on
but could not stop crying. I wanted to say more, much more but it was too
much for me to handle. I looked over at my brother who did not know what to
make of it all, he was just stood there, frozen with fear.
"That was a nice little speech you made there. But I did not quite catch the
end of it, something about you wanting me to burn in hell."
Before I could say something he ushered over one of his guards who gave me a
vibrosword. I could not grip it though due to being in hysterics through
crying so I dropped it to the floor.
"Pick it up!"
The tone of his voice changed from being sarcastic to being deadly serious.
I could see the expression on his face change from a smile to a deadly
piercing stare.
"I said PICK IT UP!"
I did not need asking again so with all the strength I had I picked up the
sword and started back at him, waiting for his instructions like I was not
working for him.
"Strike me down!"
This was some sort of sick game he was playing with me, toying with me to
strike him down. I knew I would never get another chance like this again so
I aimed the sword at where I thought his heart would be and started running,
picking up all the pace I could I ran straight at him thinking I was either
going to hit him or run straight past him. I gained nearer and nearer until
I was about to reach him when he grabbed me and forced me to change
direction and it was too late to do anything about it. I had so much pace I
just carried on and ran straight into my brother who let out a small grunt
as I impaled him with the sword.
Shaking I quickly let go of the sword and stared at his panic ridden eyes,
as a small tear rolled down his check from his eye socket. This was his last
moments of living and we both knew that but were both stricken by what had
just happened. My body froze again as I saw him plunge to the floor in a
heap, the remains of my brother lying there in a pool of his own blood. This
was too much for me to handle and I started lashing out with fits of tears
and rage at anything I could find before passing out through exhausting
myself through what I had just been through.
I woke up in a cell type room with bars across a single window and just a
bed for company and a bucket for other uses. I woke up in a cold sweat,
thinking that this entire thing was a dream but before I could snap out of
it a guard came round to my cell to check on me.
"Awake now are we. You will be glad to here that after having long, hard
talks with your parents we all think it would be for the best if you worked
for us now. From now on you will have no contact with ay of your family on
the punishment of death. You are now the property of Dolmark Ul-Nojig who
has the right to do with you whatever he may wish. What you have around your
neck is an obedience collar, if you try and do anything that Dolmark does
not see you should be doing you will receive a pure shot of electricity that
will incapacitate you. Welcome to the rest of your life."
I started to shake with anger but before I could do anything I felt a sudden
surge of electricity in my body and I was all of a sudden on the floor. This
would not be the last time I would end up on the floor due to the obedience
collar I was forced to wear.
Over the next few months I was trained in the ways of working for Domark and
whenever I did something wrong I would wind up on the floor courtesy of
10,000 jolts of electricity. This was a painful period of my life as lived
everyday in regret of what I had done and what I had left behind in my past
life. This was also painful in other ways as I would take daily beating
because I dared to enter the compound of the great Domark and I dared to say
I wanted to see him burn in hell.
This lasted until I was 23 and was able to start working proper for Domark.
I wanted to resist but I realized this would be futile as the collar would
just put me on the floor in agony.
My first job for Domark would also turn out to be my last job for Domark. I
was asked along with another person to take a small package across the
system to a location I was not to know then collect the money for it and
come back. It sounded simple enough and I prepped myself for it by going
over all the equipment I had to take which was just a pair of vibroknuckles.
After I had packed everything we loaded up the ship and headed ot into the
vast reaches of space, following our route closely so as not to be seen by
the Imperial's and be arrested.
About half-way through our journey the navi-computer of our small vessel
breaks down so we have to continue on without really knowing where we are
going but just following the course we think is the right route to take.
This was fine until we head right into an Imperial Garrison who are stopping
and checking every vehicle passing through this part of space. Apparently
there had been high activity of smugglers through there so a thorough car
search would be needed. We joined the queue of cars being searched and
quickly thought about what we were going to do. At the time there seemed
like no othe choice but to run for it and hope to get a big enough head
start that we could lose them in another planets orbit.
Just as we were about to pull up for our ship to be searched we hit the
boost button and darted off to the right where the least number of Imperial
troops were waiting. This seemed to work well as we managed to gain a
sizable advantage on them and as we looked back they were just specs in our
mirrors. We thought we had out run them when all of a sudden in front of us
a large group of Stromtroopers were waiting with their rifles aimed directly
at our ship. Having no other choice we disengaged our engines and proceeded
to climb out of our ship and onto theirs. Trying to work a cover story about
having a previos record and not wanting to be caught a second time they were
not falling for it and then it happened. They found the package.
It was at this point that they arrested us on the spot and placed us in
custody. Somehow they managed to find out that we were working for Domark so
they proceeded to drive us back to his compound and talk with him about what
has happened. Looking worried Domark realized that he could get multiple
life sentences for this so bairgained with commanding officer that if they
let him go then the Stormtrooper Corps would have two new recruits.
So here I am under new owners and I still have a promise to keep to myself
and my brother, to kill Domark Ul-Nojig.
Thanks
Private Rikardi Hataan
TRN/PVT Rikardi Hataan/Echelon/STC Academy/Tadath/VEA/VE
I had to post it for him due to some errors that occured on his computer.
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Raiders
May god have mercy upon my enemies, for I will show none.
TRP/SGT Leon/3SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
And so we go.
I am the one...The one who made the 100,000 post.
Football is the best sport ever, and no one can change the way I feel about it.