This is a casual reminder for all those in Drill that you need to either complete your biography (start writing it) or rewrite and repost your biography if constructive criticism has been given to you.

Only by doing this will you be able to progress in the Stormtrooper Corps.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Very good. I'll place you in a squad. Check your email for further details.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Not a bad story.

One thing I'd like to comment on is your style of writing. Instead of double-spacing after 1-2 sentences, clump them into paragraphs of 5 sentences or more. Makes things cleaner.

I'll place you in a squad.
 
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Rusty, I'll leave the comments to Cos... But that avatar is kick ass.
 
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Jester Squad
+ Advance Recon Commandos {ARC} +

SL/GSG Garet Daimun/1SQD/2PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA [ES2C]

"If evil were a lesser breed than justice after all the years, the righteous would have freed the world of sin." - OK Go

Real name: Rust Torsten
Nicks: Rusty
Age: 21
Home planet: Onderon
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Cooper tone
Race: human
Skink color: white with a light tan.
Speaks: Basic (but always ready to learn new ones)
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200 lb's
Weapon handiness: Prefers shooting south paw but can use both hands.
Knowing marks: Templar tattoo on right forearm also a scar on his chin.
Persona: Rusty is the big strong looking type, but he would never hurt a fly unless otherwise told. He try's the keep the mood light hearted but in combat or in serious confutation's he knows how to be serious.


Onderon has its simple joy's in life fine food, fine drinks and fine well for the most part women. Rusty being a simple farmers son longed to become a great warrior and was always eager the fight the children older and stronger than him to prove himself. At the tender age of 14 he lied about his age to join the Onderon militia, he quickly excelled in accuracy and ammunition management, but he loved squad tactics he denied many a time to become a sharpshooter. He would always say if I wanted to become cold and hard I would work on a ship, but I rather be out in the sun shooting god knows what, but at least I'm with friend's right?

He stayed with the militia for a year but moved on after his father was killed in a random farm incident, he lost his only family member so he picked the life of the farmer, at first it was hard but he grew into it, he became a strapping young mat at the tender age of 18, he fell in love with Shanna she to in the end would die but it is not her time yet. They had a thing going until one day she left, Rusty went chasing after her. He searched for two years, he finally found her dead on the planet of Datooine, and apparently she went off to find a former love. With his hatred fueled he began his career in the army, but not as a storm trooper but as a merc, a year later on this very exact day he found him self on the planet of Corellia doing a shake down, when he was arrested the judge gave him two options join the corps or go to jail, he chose the first one this is where is live and acts now. 
Although the loss of his father and his first love brings him down so far his sprit refuses to let him die. His outlook on life is live it a day at a time and if you come back in one piece be happy because he would probably know 10 who would want to take your place. Never look back, look forward and keep your head down, is his new saying. He is now a pure solider and would do anything for his new band of brothers even if it ends up in his death. Although not placed in a squad he awaits always read to go, ready to smite all in his path to victory.


hmm is this a little bit better?
 
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Airborne all the way! May the wings on our back's carry us to safety.

Basics

Callsign: Red Sand
Name: Regbur Mah
Age: 20
Rank: Private
Birth Place: Falthornn

Physical Stats

Species: Human (sub species)
Skin color: White
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 160
Eyes: Ice Blue
Hair: Reddish, Brown
Build: Slightly muscular with average height.


Skills/Personality

Skills: Raced the DeJax mount animal most of his life, he has quite the reputation for it back home.  He is highly proficient in double knife dueling and with the ancient bow.  He was introduced to the blaster two years ago in the war against the "Nids" which the use of has also become a high skill of his.  He has an excellent sense of his surrounding that is shared by his whole people.  He speaks his native language Falthornian and Basic.

Personality:  Has a large sense of humor though it can get pretty dark at times, though it doesn't get in the way of his duty which he is highly bound to.  He is very competitive but it is always friendly unless it is with the enemy.  He also has the habit of noticing things that most off world people, do not and then talks about them in a matter of fact way as though they did.


History


It had been three years since the death of the Emperor Plapatine, though no one on Falthornn would have noticed.  The planet had little to do with the galaxy beyond their own world.  The planet had five oceans that surrounded red bodies of land.  The world had never developed any form of grass, so the iron laden sand showed everywhere.  It was for the most part a not so overly hot dessert climate.  Another defining geographic part of the planet was the unusually large amount of crystal growth.  Some crystals grew to be the size of buildings; groups of them sometimes were even used for that purpose. 

One of those buildings was the Palace of the Seven Stars.  Today was the day that a DeJax race would take place.  But it was no ordinary race for it was a special day.  It was the Race of World Peace that took place every year to commemorate the day that the factions of Falthornn laid down arms and ended the civil wars that had taken place for hundreds of generations.  They had built the palace together to form a new, planetary government.

It was in that city that 18 year old Regbur prepped his DeJax for the 120th Race of World Peace.  He looked forward to it every year.  It was his fifth time in the race and every time he placed higher.  He had placed third last year; he now had his eyes on the gold.  He had shown a talent for racing the animal ever since he had ridden one; it was why he could place so high in race that had hundreds of participants. 

The DeJax was a four legged creature with three tails and long neck that ended in a head with four eyes and two elongated ears.  It is a very agile creature that could even dodge arrows at times.  It was also fast, very fast. 
Regbur's friend walked into the stable.

"How's it going Ral?" asked Regbur to his friend.

"Pretty good, how is prep going for you Red?" replied Ral.  Regbur's nick name derived from his red hair that laid in a mop on his head.

"Well if she doesn't roll in the dirt, I just have to throw the saddle on her."

Ral laughed, DeJax were well known for being very clean animals.  Rolling in the dirt wasn't their most favored activity.

An announcement came over the loud speaker, "30 minutes until the race."

"Well, you and I are going to have to get suited up," said Red to his friend as he threw the saddle on his DeJax.

He left the animal in its stall.  There was no door and latch on the stalls because they were unnecessary.  The DeJaxs weren't going anywhere.  When they got into their designated ready room they closed the door and got out of their work clothes.  Ral was Red's ceremonial representative and he took the job very seriously.  He would be the flag barer in the opening ceremony and, hopefully, the one that would present him with his rewards at the end of the race.  They both were putting on blue and green uniforms that were of the former country, now state, of Malamen, though Ral's was completely ceremonial when Red's was designed for racing.


Ten minutes before the race, Regbur mounted up on his DeJax and rode up to the starting line.  The track started next to the palace, marked by two large pillars of Nova Crystal.  It went cross country through cannons, past oasis, through fields of crystals, and with much rough terrain in between.  It ended in at a lake that Sapphire colored crystals jutted out of the water.

Five hundred DeJaxs and their riders were lined up at the starting line.  DeJax had no reigns on them.  The riders didn't communicate by touch or words to the animal.  DeJax are classified as semi-sentient, by some sentient, creatures.  The people of Falthornn have the strange ability to telepathically communicate with their DeJax.  It is an ability that doesn't work in any other situations, not even among the Falthornians.  The most excepted theory to this is that it is the DeJax itself that has the telepathic abilities to read and communicate to the minds of its rider.  It didn't seem to work with any one that was from off planet, so it was also assumed that the Falthornians also had some kind of ability.  They also didn't have names but were identified as being associated with the rider.  Not to be confused with owner ship, it was more like a partnership. 

A DeJax race had two members on a team, the rider and the DeJax.  Both trained hard for a race and both strived to win.  The DeJax contributed its agility and speed, the human contributed the directional memory and the highly situational thinking that the DeJax lacked.

The announcer told the racers to get to their starting positions.  After a brief flag ceremony the announcer started the count down and the racers were off.  The race started off smoothly, going over flat terrain.  That soon changed as the riders went into a wide cannon full of rocks and cracks.  Red was near the front of the pack, letting the rider in fifth break the wind in front of him.  He fed the information of when they could break around the DeJax in front of them.  Not in words but images and feelings of timing.  The DeJax sent back a confirmation thought and they broke around the one in fifth.  The four in front of Regbur now were very experienced riders; it would take awhile to get in front of them.

As the leaders went through a series of oasis, Red rode into forth.  Through a field of tanzanite he made is way into third.  It was now near the end of the race.  The great monument in the middle of the lake could now be seen.  Red made it through a narrow gap between the one in second and a large rock.  He was now heading for the leader.  He told the DeJax that it was now time for the final sprints.  The DeJax increased speed to come neck to neck with the leader.  The finish line was now visible in all its glory.  Come on, come on girl you can do this, thought Red to his DeJax.  From somewhere with in the DeJax came a final burst of speed.  They passed the leader.  The leader, now in second, was about to catch up but too late, they were over the finish line!!!  It was over, they had won!!!

The crowd around the lake went nuts, throwing flowers and ranting his name.  The Master of Ceremonies gave Ral the rewards for first place, the Gold World Medal and the transfer papers for one million Falthornian credits.  They returned by air ship back to the Palace for a big celebration.  Just in the time of glory and happiness, something happened.  Large ships of unknown origin flew through the atmosphere.  Drop ships landed from the big ships and released spider like creatures that were armed with devious looking blasters and blades.

But the Falthornians were not helpless.  After 120 years of being sealed, the armories were broken open.  Soldiers that had been trained in case of such an event threw on body armor and picked up blasters to fight the Arachnid Invaders.  Red was among them.  Though they never had actually trained with the energy weapons, the aiming mechanism were just the same as the cross bows that had simulated them.  They also had the knowledge of how to use them.  Defenses built in the place that were cleverly hidden were brought out and armed.  Jet fighters came out to fight off the star fighters of the new enemy.

Red's squad and the others went out to fight the "Nids."  The Nids may have had superior numbers and better air craft but they had under estimated their enemy.  They were expecting an enemy armed with bows and swords but found highly skilled men with blasters and turret defenses.  The Falthornians were dropping fighters with the anti-air turrets at a phenomenal rate.  They were taking very little damage as the enemies were being slaughtered.  The first battle was won, but not the war.

They came back the next time with better soldiers and greater numbers.  Over the next two years the Nids and the Falthornians, which origin was unknown, fought a bloody war.  During that time the Falthornians sent a representative to Coruscant on a trading ship.  That representative had Red has one of his honor guards.  The representative made his case to the New Republic Council.  The Falthornians needed help to fight the Arachnid enemy.  In the end the NR turned them down and the Falthornians return to their planet in disgust. 

At the end of the second year, the Nids gave up on taking the planet from its people.  They prepared for a final assault from orbit.  They would bombard the planet with thermo nuclear rockets to the point that it would not be able to support sentient life if they didn't get their way.  They made their intentions very clear to the Falthornians, they would surrender or die.  The Falthornians were a very proud people, they chose death over giving up the planet.

When the end was surely upon them, help came at the most unlikely time and source.  Out of hyperspace came Star Destroyers of an Imperial remnant.  They launched TIE Fighters to take on the Nids star fighters.  The Nids were so distracted by the Imperials, they forgot about their orbital bombardment plans.  The last battle was like the first, a complete slaughter.  It was over. 

A Lambda Class shuttle landed in front of the Palace.  A man in Imperial grey came down the boarding ramp.  He spoke with the government council of Falthornn.  He told them that he was part of the Vast Imperial Remnant which was near this system.  He spoke of how he heard about the troubles the planet was having and how the New Republic turned them down.  They also learned that the Nids were from a system not far from Falthornn.  He told them that he wasn't here to finish the job that the Nids had started, he wasn't here to take control.  All that he asked for in return for his government's generosity was recruits for the Army and Navy.

That wasn't much of a problem.  The people of the world saw the NR as evil and many gladly joined the Vast Empire.  Red was one of that many.  His people had almost meet the fate of genocide, he wasn't about ready to not hold it against the New Republic.  The Nids were gone, the Rebel scum were now the enemy.           


(OCC: A lot longer than Than Sion's.  Hope it wasn't too long. )
 
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EFM/MPO......Wait, oh crap back to the bottom again.

Red Sand=Than Sion

b>Basics

Callsign: Red Sand
Name: Regbur Mah
Age: 20
Rank: Private
Birth Place: Falthornn

Physical Stats

Species: Human (sub species)
Skin color: White
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 160
Eyes: Ice Blue
Hair: Reddish, Brown
Build: Slightly muscular with average height.


Skills/Personality

Skills: Raced the DeJax mount animal most of his life, he has quite the reputation for it back home.  He is highly proficient in double knife dueling and with the ancient bow.  He was introduced to the blaster two years ago in the war against the "Nids" which the use of has also become a high skill of his.  He has an excellent sense of his surrounding that is shared by his whole people.  He speaks his native language Falthornian and Basic.

Personality:  Has a large sense of humor though it can get pretty dark at times, though it doesn't get in the way of his duty which he is highly bound to.  He is very competitive but it is always friendly unless it is with the enemy.  He also has the habit of noticing things that most off world people, do not and then talks about them in a matter of fact way as though they did.


History


It had been three years since the death of the Emperor Plapatine, though no one on Falthornn would have noticed.  The planet had little to do with the galaxy beyond their own world.  The planet had five oceans that surrounded red bodies of land.  The world had never developed any form of grass, so the iron laden sand showed everywhere.  It was for the most part a not so overly hot dessert climate.  Another defining geographic part of the planet was the unusually large amount of crystal growth.  Some crystals grew to be the size of buildings; groups of them sometimes were even used for that purpose. 

One of those buildings was the Palace of the Seven Stars.  Today was the day that a DeJax race would take place.  But it was no ordinary race for it was a special day.  It was the Race of World Peace that took place every year to commemorate the day that the factions of Falthornn laid down arms and ended the civil wars that had taken place for hundreds of generations.  They had built the palace together to form a new planetary government.

It was in that city that 18 year old Regbur prepped his DeJax for the 120th Race of World Peace.  He looked forward to it every year.  It was his fifth time in the race and every time he placed higher.  He had placed third last year and he now had his eyes on the gold.  He had shown a talent for racing the animal ever since he had ridden one.  It was the reason why he could place so high in a race that had hundreds of participants. 

The DeJax is a four legged creature with three tails and long neck that ended in a head with four eyes and two elongated ears.  It is a very agile creature that can even dodge arrows at times.  It is also fast, very fast. 

Regbur's friend walked into the stable.

"How's it going Ral?" asked Regbur to his friend.

"Pretty good, how is prep going for you Red?" replied Ral.  Regbur's nick name derived from his red hair that laid in a mop on his head.

"Well if she doesn't roll in the dirt, I just have to throw the saddle on her."

Ral laughed. DeJax were well known for being very clean animals.  Rolling in the dirt wasn't their most favored activity.

An announcement came over the loud speaker, "30 minutes until the race."

"Well you and I are going to have to get suited up," said Red to his friend as he threw the saddle on his DeJax.

He left the animal in its stall.  There was no door and latch on the stalls because they were unnecessary.  The DeJaxs weren't going anywhere.  When they got into their designated ready room they closed the door and got out of their work clothes.  Ral was Red's ceremonial representative and he took the job very seriously.  He would be the flag barer in the opening ceremony and, hopefully, the one that would present him with his rewards at the end of the race.  They both were putting on blue and green uniforms that were of the former country, now state, of Malamen.  Ral's clothes were completely ceremonial when Red's were designed for racing.


Ten minutes before the race, Regbur mounted up on his DeJax and rode up to the starting line.  The track started next to the palace that was marked by two large pillars of Nova Crystal.  It went cross country through cannons, past oasis, through fields of crystals, and with much rough terrain in between.  It ended in at a lake that Sapphire colored crystals jutted out of the water.

Five hundred DeJaxs and their riders were lined up at the starting line.  DeJax had no reigns on them.  The riders didn't communicate by touch or words to the animal.  DeJax are classified as semi-sentient, by some sentient, creatures.  The people of Falthornn have the strange ability to telepathically communicate with their DeJax.  It is an ability that doesn't work in any other situations, not even among the Falthornians.  The most excepted theory to this is that it is the DeJax itself that has the telepathic abilities to read and communicate to the minds of its rider.  It didn't seem to work with any one that was from off planet, so it was also assumed that the Falthornians also had some kind of ability.  They also didn't have names but were identified as being associated with the rider.  Not to be confused with ownership, it was more like a partnership. 

A DeJax race had two members on a team, the rider and the DeJax.  Both trained hard for a race and both strived to win.  The DeJax contributed its agility and speed, the human contributed the directional memory and the highly situational thinking that the DeJax lacked.

The announcer told the racers to get to their starting positions.  After a brief flag ceremony the announcer started the count down and the racers were off.  The race started off smoothly going over flat terrain.  That soon changed as the riders went into a wide cannon full of rocks and cracks.  Red was near the front of the pack, letting the rider in fifth break the wind in front of him.  He fed the information of when they could break around the DeJax in front of them.  Not in words but images and feelings of timing.  The DeJax sent back a confirmation thought and they broke around the one in fifth.  The four in front of Regbur now were very experienced riders and it would take awhile to get in front of them.

As the leaders went through a series of oasis, Red rode into forth.  Through a field of tanzanite he made is way into third.  It was now near the end of the race.  The great monument in the middle of the lake could now be seen.  Red made it through a narrow gap between the one in second and a large rock.  He was now heading for the leader.  He told the DeJax that it was now time for the final sprints.  The DeJax increased speed to come neck to neck with the leader.  The finish line was now visible in all its glory.  Come on, come on girl you can do this, thought Red to his DeJax.  From somewhere with in the DeJax came a final burst of speed.  They passed the leader.  The leader, now in second, was about to catch up but too late they were over the finish line!!!  It was over, they had won!!!

The crowd around the lake went nuts throwing flowers and ranting his name.  The Master of Ceremonies gave Ral the rewards for first place, the Gold World Medal and the transfer papers for one million Falthornian credits.  They returned by air ship back to the Palace for a big celebration.  Just in the time of glory and happiness, something happened.  Large ships of unknown origin flew through the atmosphere.  Drop ships landed from the big ships and released spider like creatures that were armed with devious looking blasters and blades.

But the Falthornians were not helpless.  After 120 years of being sealed the armories were broken open.  Soldiers that had been trained in case of such an event threw on body armor and picked up blasters to fight the Arachnid Invaders.  Red was among them.  Though they never had actually trained with the energy weapons, the aiming mechanism were just the same as the cross bows that had simulated them.  They also had the knowledge of how to use them.  Defenses built in the place that were cleverly hidden were brought out and armed.  Jet fighters came out to fight off the star fighters of the new enemy.

Red's squad and the others went out to fight the "Nids."  The Nids may have had superior numbers and better air craft but they had under estimated their enemy.  They were expecting an enemy armed with bows and swords but found highly skilled men with blasters and turret defenses.  The Falthornians were dropping fighters with the anti-air turrets at a phenomenal rate.  They were taking very little damage as the enemies were being slaughtered.  The first battle was won but not the war.

They came back the next time with better soldiers and greater numbers.  Over the next two years the Nids and the Falthornians, which origin was unknown, fought a bloody war.  During that time the Falthornians sent a representative to Coruscant on a trading ship.  That representative had Red as one of his honor guards.  The representative made his case to the New Republic Council.  The Falthornians needed help to fight the Arachnid enemy and they wanted that help to come from the NR.  In the end the NR turned them down and the Falthornians return to their planet in disgust. 

At the end of the second year, the Nids gave up on taking the planet from its people.  They prepared for a final assault from orbit.  They would bombard the planet with thermo nuclear rockets to the point that it would not be able to support sentient life if they didn't get their way.  They made their intentions very clear to the Falthornians, they would surrender or die.  The Falthornians were a very proud people, they chose death over giving up the planet.

When the end was surely upon them, help came at the most unlikely time and source.  Out of hyperspace came Star Destroyers of an Imperial remnant.  They launched TIE Fighters to take on the Nid's star fighters.  The Nids were so distracted by the Imperials they forgot about their orbital bombardment plans.  The last battle was like the first, a complete slaughter.  It was over. 

A Lambda Class shuttle landed in front of the Palace and a man in Imperial grey came down the boarding ramp.  He spoke with the government council of Falthornn.  He told them that he was part of the Vast Imperial Remnant which was near this system.  He spoke of how he heard about the troubles the planet was having and how the New Republic turned them down.  They also learned that the Nids were from a system not far from Falthornn.  He told them that he wasn't here to finish the job that the Nids had started, he wasn't here to take control.  All that he asked for in return for his government's generosity was recruits for the Army and Navy.

That wasn't much of a problem.  The people of the world saw the NR as evil and many gladly joined the Vast Empire.  Red was one of that many.  His people had almost meet the fate of genocide, he wasn't about ready to not hold it against the New Republic.  The Nids were gone, the Rebel scum were now the enemy.           


(OCC: Went through it a second time and fixed what I could find.)

Wait, I guess it was unnessary to post corrections then.  Do you want me to get rid of them to save room?

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EFM/MPO......Wait, oh crap back to the bottom again.

Red Sand=Than Sion

i edited the bio a while ago this id the date i edited (July 31, 2006 4:23:08 PM)

Name: Jagged Fel
Callsign: Jag Fel
Hair color: Brown (cut short)
Eye color: Brown
Height: 1.89m
Weight: 190lbs
Age: 26
Sex: male

Orphaned to a mandalorian named Kal Skirata who trained clone commandos on kamino and taught the legendary null ARCs.

Growing up taught in the mandolorian way makes you hunger for war and when you grow up seeing brave troopers fighting for the Empire against those rebel scum makes you want to join them even more.

Kal didn't want me to join the Empire he preferred me to become a bounty hunter like Boba Fett. But just because some stupid officers and commanders wish to use them doesn't change the fact that they have no cause. because thats what i wanted to fight for the Imperial cause

The night before I was going to join me and Kal were in a cantina on ord mantell when they came.

There were two squads walking down the street straight for the cantina and i could tell by the look on Kals face that they were here for him and he knew why.

"Kal" I asked, "whats going on?."

But all he did was pull a blaster out "If they capture me kill as many as you can before they stun you"

I tried protesting but he was already out the door the Stormtrooper stopped him and started talking. When they approached him with stun suffs the vibroblade was out and two were dead before I got out the door.

When they stunned him they were down to a squad and the hold out blaster up my sleeve had three shots. I walked up to them pretending I was lost the only thing was the tears in my eyes werent faked.

We were stunned and put in binders on a troop transport our eyes constantly moving looking for a time when we could make our move and escape. But that chance never came. They constantly kept me under sedation and threatened Kal with my life if he tried anything.

When I woke up I was in an empty Imperial barracks. A datapad beside me stated :

YOU ARE NOW A RECRUIT IN THE VAST EMPIRE
PROCEED TO THE ARMORY FOR YOUR EQUIPMENT TROOPER.

I went to the armoury and there hasent been a day since that I havent thought of Kal.

Attitude: a short temper with Imperial officers who send there men blindly to there death. He wont hesitate to kill you with a blaster vinroblade or his hands, either way you wont live to tell the tale.
 

[This message has been edited by jag fel (edited July 31, 2006 4:23:08 PM)]

Name: Jagged Fel
Callsign: Jag Fel
Hair color: Brown (cut short)
Eye color: Brown
Height: 1.89m
Weight: 190lbs
Age: 26
Sex: male

Orphaned to a mandalorian named Kal Skirata who trained clone commandos on kamino and taught the legendary null ARCs. They fought for the Republic and now they fight for the Empire. Many people like those on Naboo who tried to protest against the forming of the Empire didnt realise that it was a turn for the better. Now there was law and order on all of the worlds under the empire. Which is what I wanted to fight for. 

Kal didn't want me to join the Empire he preferred me to become a bounty hunter like Boba Fett. But just because some stupid officers and commanders wish to use them doesn't change the fact that they have no cause. because that's what i wanted to fight for the Imperial cause

The night before I was going to join me and Kal were in a cantina on ord mantell when they came.

There were two squads walking down the street straight for the cantina and i could tell by the look on Kals face that they were here for him and he knew why. "Kal" I asked, "whats going on?."

But all he did was pull a blaster out "If they capture me kill as many as you can before they stun you"

I tried protesting but he was already out the door the. He nearly got past them until the SL took a long look at him. He brought his blaster to bear but he was dead already. The others started firing but he killed three others before they stunned him. There were only four left now. I knew that without the SL it was like a krayt dragon without its head.

I dedcided to go out there even though they were already loading his body in to the arrow-23 tramp shuttle. I ran outside and fired my holdout blaster and killed two of them. Then dived, brought out my vibroblade and jammed up the otheres helmet into the neck. But thats when the last one got me with a stun round.

When I woke up I was in an empty Imperial barracks. A datapad beside me stated :

YOU ARE NOW A RECRUIT IN THE VAST EMPIRE
PROCEED TO THE ARMORY FOR YOUR EQUIPMENT private Fel.

I went to the armoury and there hasent been a day since that I havent thought of Kal.

Attitude: a short temper with Imperial officers who send there men blindly to there death. He wont hesitate to kill you with a blaster vinroblade or his hands, either way you wont live to tell the tale.

Uh, I don't think you're allowed to be Kal Skirata's son, or any relation to him.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Warrant Officer 2nd Class Jack Nebulax, Nazgul Squadron, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
FM/WO2 Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 11 (3-3)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:G] [GWC]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
Jack Nebulax: King of the Reply
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

Another point I forgot to mention: absolutely no relations, communications, etc., with "famous" StarWars characters. VE rule. Only time someone will write about a "famous" SW character, that person will be one of the individuals in charge of this club - those that are in charge of the timeline.

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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
CoT/MG Cosmic/HCA-3/SL/Drill Squad/Tadath/VEA/VE
[OPE][OTH][OPA][EW1][CDS][IH][GS][LM][SoS][CRoM][CoH][PoC][MSM][SCP][SoA][IOC]
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Cleric "Cosmic" Vor'soth
SL/KPR Cosmic/Lion 1-1/Lopen/VEDJ/VE
[VP][WoS2][KC1][SoY][EoP][OAK]
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Can someone tell me what postion i have? I know I sound like a complete nOOb but I'm confused... 
 
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Our mission is to serve, not to question.
All hail the Empire!

My bio:
Native Language: Basic
Hair Color blackish brown
Eye Color:orange
Skin Color: White
Height: 6'4
Weight: 160 lbs
Age: 25
Full Name: Say'kasanah
Physical Build: medium (not a weakling but not muscle-bound)
Home world:uncertain

Talents:
good aim with a repeating blaster or a slugthrower
flying (especially small ships)
using a hydrospammer in a creative way

Hobbies:
blasting rebel scum
watching old holovids of the Clone Wars
dueling Mark 2 executioner droids

Preferred arsenal
DC-17 Interchangable combat system
DC-15 hand pistols
ARC Trooper Armour
3-8 seismic charges

Ship of My Dreams
A Jedi Interceptor with hyperspace capabiliity
(I'd name it the "Shadow Eagle")

Parentage: Corellian and Coruscanti

Background: Sayah grew up during the Clone Wars. Both his father and grandfather served in the GAR. His grandfather would die on the blade of General Grievous, his mother at the blaster of  an STAP, and his father by a Jedi come Order 66. After the declaration of a New Order, Sayah tried to join the New Order's stormtrooper corps, but was rejected. He then became a freelance bounty hunter, helping in the destruction of the cloning tanks on Kamino in the Changing of the Guard and the Jedi Purge by taking bounties on Jedi whenever possible, evene if the financial reward was absurdly low. After a botched mission to Cloud City he ended up being crygogenically suspended for 20 years. After eventually being thawed, and learning of the death of the Emperor, he continued his bounty hunting. His ship would be shot down over Boz Pity by rebel A-wings and he would lose his arm in an intense firefight on the planet's surface. He would replace his arm with that of a Juggernaught war droid.  Broke and with nowhere else to go, he  would go to an imperial recruiting center for the second time...



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"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo

edited the post... some of the plot holes have been fixed
P.S. Is my Grievous reference O.K?
 
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"We're all dying. Promise yourselves you'll be the last to go."
Commander Salvo