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| Callsign: |
Galant Rendar  |
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ComNet n00b
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| Division(s): |
VE - Stormtrooper Corps
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| Gender: |
Male
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| Species: |
Human
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| Birthday: |
May 20
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| Date Joined: |
October 28, 2006
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| Last Active: |
December 19, 2006 at
2:35:26 PM
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| Number of Posts: |
18 |
| Biography: |
Native Language: Basic
Hair Color: Deep sapphire, Almost black
Eye Color: Grey, yellow lining
Skin Color: Snow White from years without the sun on flesh
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 172 lbs
Age: 21
Full Name: Galant Tales Rendar
Physical Build: Muscular, with a softish look when un-flexed
Home world: Unknown
Talents/Skills
1) Extreme skills in wilderness survival (can identify plants, make maps, primitive shelters, and fire building)
2) Has a higher endurance then most other, can finish a hundred meter sprint in under 15.7 seconds
Background History
A red grass feild, a warm wind from the south, a glaring autumn sun. And beside Galant, was her, his beautiful girlfriend Missy. Her golden hair hung loosely around her shoulders and her deep blue eyes seemed to sear their way into his very soul. She laughed, and Galant laughed with her at seemingly nothing, nothing, nothing...
They were seated in the great eastern red plains, almost a kilometre from the small village that was their home, home, home. If he looked back, he could even see the guards patrolling the 15 meter high walls and the huge durasteel gate that was still wide open, but he didn't want to look back, he wanted to look at her and the beauty all around them in the nature of the planet. He wanted the moment to last for at least a second longer, He sat in silence, with her beside him, and then decided to start talking. He wanted to ask her how long they had known each other, even though he knew the answer, "Forever" she would say cheerfully, and he would laugh with her again and then, he would make eye contact, reach in to his pocket, and pull it out. A small golden ring, he wanted to as her to marry him, he wanted to start a family, a farm, and live happily until he died and left the farm to his children. It would be the perfect life. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
But just as he opened his mouth to start, the warning siren in the village went off, calling everyone outside in. Galant looked up and saw huge fireballs cry across the sky. But it was no longer [i]his[/i] sky. It was now a mass of bubbling grey cloud and fire. Fire that was raining down. He grabbed missy's hand and they ran together. She was too slow and the gates were starting to close so he picked her up and ran with all his might. They made it just in time, time, time...
The gate opened up to them and they ran inside to the town square where hundreds of screaming terrified people were crying and milling about like ants at a kicked ant hill. But the square was made to hold only 25-50 people so it was stuffed, stuffed beyond its limits. Missy cried out but Galant hel her close to his body as they walked deeper into the crowed to where the Village mayor was standing with two soldiers, calling out to the peope to calm down. Another sound was suddenly added to the din of noise, it was weapons fire. The deep blasting noise made by the village defence squad and then an explosion hit a wall sending a spray of rock and bodies into the crowd. Every single man, woman and child in the square suddenly pushed away from the explosion, everyone except for the poor few that were crushed to death by falling feet upon their un protected heads. The pushing was hard to fight against So Galant had to gently place missy on her feet. He grabbed her hand and shouted for her to stay with him. He pushed with the crowd away from the gapping hole in the wall and then felt Missy's hand leave his. He yelled for Her but did not hear from her again in that noise and fray of peoples bodies.
From the dark sky, he saw an Imperial drop ship enter orbit and come towards the mayhem in the square. It let loose two missiles outside the walls and then let the engine give out enough for the ship to hover just over the crowd. The ships back loading ramp opened up and four StormTroopers starting pulling people into the transport, saving their lives! saving, saving, saving...
He felt his feet leave the ground as two Troopers lifted him not the ship and the he stood there. Looking over the crowd, thinking. "Bless the Empire and her incredible army"
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That was his memory of that day, the day his life went straight to hell. He joined the imperial army and right wasy was sent to a barracks where they had a very strange training program. The imperial commander just stuffed each recruit into a tube that was then hooked up to their bodies. It rrelaxed then tensed their muscles, it fed them, and it ran simulations of battles from as far back as the battle of Hoth. Sometimes, they would stay in the ubes for up too a month, other times, only an hour. and each time just as painful and stranuous on his mind. But the memory of Missy kept him going. The emory of that feild. that day. he wanted it all back and the only way to do that was to... Actually. He didn't know. He didnt know how he was even in the army. He had no idea of how long he was there or when the last time he ate was. All that was for curtain was that his brain hurt like a nasty little bug was in-side there. Eating wasay at everything he was and replacing all he knew with Imperial love and memor---*Bizat*
"I loved the empire. Ever since they saved me from that day of fire on my home planet. Those troopers standing over me was just what I wanted. I always wanted. Farming was always my fathers thing. I hate farming. I hated my life on that planet. It was hell after all, wasn't it?"
The tube opened and the commander was standing there. Galant made eye contact and then fell out of his tube to the floor, completely wipped out by everything in the tube. But he loved the tube...or did he hate the tube...Other troopers love the tube. the commander tells me I love the tube. I love the tube...Yes..love the tube. It keeps my mind set on my goal of imperialism for the galaxy. He will die for the cause. He will die for it...
Galant Rendar Blacked out.
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The communications were abuzz at the loss of four..or was it two troopers in the forest, "We've lost scouts in the wilderness, Im sending more out to look for them, or evidence of what happened to them." Said his squad captain. Galant just nodded as he looked around the deeply forested area to his left, right and front. However, at his back was a metal structure that had to survive at all costs. Had to survive. Galant was told to stand his post and not let anything get past or escape. He heard whistling and turned to his left to see a middle aged male standing there unarmed.
"You there, Freeze!" Galant called out as he rushed forward with his blaster rifle primed and ready. The man leaped to the side and Galant followed around the corner of the facility to find an entire squad of rebels. All aiming at him, "Damn." Was all Galant said as the young man came forward and took his blaster rifle, side-arm, and everything in his battle belt. They then stripped him of his armour and two of the rebels took Galant out into the wilderness. They left him there in the forest to think and to die without anything but a short vibroknife and four ration packs.
Only a few minutes later, at a distance, he heard blaster fire and the yells of his comrades. He started to dash back to the facility but by the time He had reached it. There was nothing but a scorched hunk of steel that used to be the base, and over one hundred scorched or speared bodies of his comrades. Only 13 of them survived the battle at Endor.
He was taken to see the quarter master on his assigned star destroyer and was put on trial where they decided Galant should spend the next few years back at the tubes for re-programming for the abandonment of his post and not fighting with the other troopers. Re-programming?
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Its been years since Galant has seen the light of day, its been years since he was even able to think for himself, its been years and now he was being sent out again. Sent out do do the bidding of the Empire. But what he once knew was no longer alive. The Emprie as he knew it was dead. All that was left was a few clans of imperial warlords and admirals. It was just a stroke of luck that the re-programming tubes were on a planet owned by the people he served now. But as long as the flag the used was imperial. He would serve them to his death. To his bloody well Death.
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*DarkDragoons*
TRP/PFC Galant Rendar/2SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1REG/1BAT/Tadath/VEA
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