(This is my full background story)

What can I say about my early childhood other than it
was miserable. I was orphaned on a filthy planet with no
means of survival. I found a knife when I was seven or
eight. It became my best friend on that hostile planet.
With a knife you can do a lot of things. You can defend
yourself from the gangs and other outcasts. You can use
it to get fresh food, well if you can chase the vermin
down you can. How I survived till I was twelve is a
matter of luck and chance. Most girls on the streets
were captured or killed. A few went on to work at seedy
joints all over the planet. But not me. I survived and
grew stronger. I met a nice old, old man who lived on
the streets like me. Most people avoided him, even the
outcast and homeless, but not me. He was a survivor like
me. He showed me tricks to using my knife and feet to
defend myself. He taught me how to trap prey and how to
live strong and he even taught me letters and numbers.
He was killed by a factory gang because he was homeless.
I became angry at the gang, but one of the old man's
lessons was that vengence is best delivered when least
expected. So I waited.

At twelve my survival came from something other than
luck. One day I was out looking for my next meal and
maybe a place to crash for the day. I was gong through
the refuse bins behind a tavern and found it, my first
blaster pistol. I was so excited I forgot about eating,
and those bins had some edible stuff in them too. I took
the blaster to one of my safe places, a basement under
an old stone building. Few people if anybody knew about
it and those that did ignored it. It was my favorite
refuge from the world. I took the blaster to the table
in the room and laid it down. I tried everything I could
to open it and see if it still worked. After a few hours
of playing with it, I finally got the blaster open and
checked its power levels. It ws drained of power and
needed a new power cell. Growing up on the streets I
knew how to get what I needed. I knew a place near the
main market where a weaponsmith had set up shop. I
waited till morning and went to his stall. I was waiting
for a customer to go in. I saw my chance after about an
hour of waiting. I snuck in the shop and stole a power
cell small that would fit in my blaster. As I was
leaving I knew the weaponsmith hda seen me, but for some
reason he didn't do anyhing about it. I ran to an alley
and put the power cell in the blaster and read the
guage. The pistol only had five shots, but could be
recharged at a universal power port. I had my new tool
for survival.

(More to come)
 
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Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory my chains are broken.
     -Code of the Sith

JESTER SQUAD
TRP/PFC Blackstar/1SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [LoR]

I started my training of weapons first through observation of Gerring at work. I learned how to clean a slugthrowers and blasters, how to do simple repairs on them and how to sharpen bladed weapons. As time went by I was able to learn more about different weapons that the local populace had. Gerring even gave me access to a data file of various weapons used by the CSA military and police. I studied the various technical information about each weapon and their capabilities. Working for Gerring turned to be one of the best things to happen since finding my blaster. After a while I was even making my own money to spend. Little did I know Gerring was my link off this hell hole of a planet. After a year of working for Gerring he decided to have me accompany him to a client out of the city who needed some repairs. It turned out to be a pirate group who was giving the CSA Navy alot of trouble in this area. How Gerring knew these people and why they wanted him to work on their equipment was a mystery at the time. Gerring had me do the light repairs on the pirates small arms and armor. I was soon finished and decided to help Gerring out with the heavy anti-vehicle weapons he was working on. He was surprised that I hadread the data file concerning these, but together we finished the job with the pirates very quickly and we were paid quite well. The pirates treated me with a lot more respect and dignity than any of the gangs in the city. They even paid me seperatly from Gerring.

On our way back to the city, Gerring told me of his past in the Republic's armed forces. He was an armorer and weaponsmith before the rise of the Empire. He told me he retired from the service right before the rise of Palpitine and instead of retreing on some planet, he joined the Bloody Blade pirates. The Bloody Blades were the thorns in the CSA's side at the time and Gerring wanted to have some fun before he got too old. Gerring told me of his space battles and raids, of the close calls and all the pleasures in life he enjoyed. After a decade of pirating he finally retired and has worked on the Blade's equipment when they needed it. I liked the stories so much I started wondering how I could join up with the Bloody Blades.

(Revenge next)
 
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Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory my chains are broken.
     -Code of the Sith

JESTER SQUAD
TRP/PFC Blackstar/1SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [LoR]

I'm liking what I see. My only qualm/complain/problem/whatever is that you write in the first person. Here, the only time we use first person is when our characters speak. Other than that: I'm gonna say good work.
 
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Major Rizzit BlackHeart
Wildcard Platoon Commander
Army of the Vast Empire
PC/MAJ
Rizzit/1PLT/COMP/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE[OPE][OTH][EW1][RCoD][CRoM][CoH][OPA][SoA][SoS][SCP]
TRN/AC Rizzit/Trainee 2/Training Sect/VEDJ/VE
Everything expressed truly from your heart and soul is as pure as gold in the minds of anyone who listens!"--Rizzit

'Then what, Blackstar. What happend with the you and the pirates?' asked Private Jennings. He and a dozen other new troops were gathered around Private First Class Kiara Blackstar. She was recanting tales of her childhood adventures in front of an audience.

'Well as we were leaving the surfa...'

'PRIVATE BLACKSTAR, REPORT!' Kiara jumped to attention followed quickly by the other privates in the bay. It was Kiara's squad leader, the sargent known simply as Merrick.

'I was assisting the new recruits in getting their gear put away, Sargent Merrick,' replied Kiara as she snapped to attention.

'Sounded to me like you were boring them with your life story. Were you doing that private?' asked Merrick.

'Yes, Sargent, we were swapping stories.'

'Then don't mind me,' said Merrick with a lopsided grin. 'I wanna hear how you, of all people, were a pirate. I still don't beleive it, no matter how many times Frog tells me he found a wanted poster with your mug on it.'

'Wanted poster? How much is the bounty?' asked Kiara, looking for any reason to brag about herself.

'Don't worry about it. It's only 10,000 credits alive. Only a hunter down on his luck would even consider it. Besides, I'm confident that you only harrased the Rebels and free merchants. No skin off the Empire's nose,' replied Merrick as she sat down on one of the few benches in the bay. 'Go on with your story. Nothing else is going on.'

'Ok, sarge. Well like I was saying, as we were lifing off, a patrol of CSA police were coming towards us. They were obviously armed and looking for someone or something to shoot. And it's a damn good thing I was in with the pirates or I probably would be dead. The mate who had come down to the surface to pick me up ordered all available hands to weapons. Since I didn't know where I stood with the Bloody Blades I just tried to stay out of the way. As I was doing my best at that, a old spacer grabbed my arm and pulled me down the corridor.

"You can shoot right?" he asked as he opened a hatch. I nodded. "Well here's an empty turret. Targeting comes from the bridge. Don't get yerself killed." And just like that he left.

I strapped myself into the harness and powered up the blasters. I recognised it as an old model from the Correlian yards. What it was doing on a beat up transport was beyond me, but hey, they were pirates. As soon as the turret was powered up, the blast shields had retracted and I was getting targeting information on the readout.

I heard a voice over the sounds of the engines. It was the chief gunner on the bridge. "ATTENTION ALL GUNNERS. MULTIPLE TARGETS ON GROUND AND IN THE AIR. FIRE AT WILL."

I looked at the readout and saw one target withing my firing arc. It was a military speeder with a anti-vehicle cannon on it. I brought my own blaster cannons to bear and started firing. After a few misses I scored a hit that disavbled it. More targets came including more speeders, atomospheric fighters and a few Z-95s. With all the fire power the pirate transport had, we were able to hold off the threats and leave the planet. Only a few fighters followed, but they were quickly dispatched. We were clear. After the short battle we made the jump the hyperspace. I stayed in the turret until the spacer who had thrown me in came back.

"Nice shooting kid. The Captain might make you a gunner on one of the ships. Now, though, you need to get out and find Gripe. He's the mate in charge of this ship and he probably wants to talk to you." I nodded again and unstraped myself from the turret.

I thanked him and left the compartment. The transport was an old Seiner Systems design and I was able to find the bridge without any help. I steped into the small bridge compartment and walked up to the person I could tell was in charge. I was expecting a man, perhaps with a shadow of a beard and a stern expression. Instead I was supprised. It was a woman, human, tall and dark. She had a goofy grin on her face and military short hair.

"You must be the package we picked up on that dustball back there right, names Gripe and I'm in charge of this ship, the Blade of Shadow. And you are?"

"My names Kiara and yes I was the package you picked up."

"What no last name, kid?" she asked. I shook my head. "Okay, well Kiara, no problem there. Gerring was pretty insistant we take you. Why though he didn't say. He only said it was important. But I'm the curious type. Why did you need to leave that planet in such a hurry?"

I thought for a moment about what I should tell her. I didn't think it would hurt to tell so I explained everthing to her, how I had killed some people in revenge and that the people were factory wrokers and would be investigated by the CSA athorities. It took a while to explain it as she kept asking me to repeat things. She wanted to know how I, a street rat as she called me, learned how to fight and kill. I answered her questions as best I could. As I finished she let out a low whistle.

"So Kiara No Name, you are a wanted criminal. Well thats good, you'll fit right in here with the rest of us. You are gonna have to explain to the Captain when we get to the Bloody Blade, but with this story I'm sure he'll let you stay with us. Now go find a place to rest. It will be a while till we get to the Bloody Blade." She turned back to commanding her ship as I left the bridge. I startd walking back to the turret I had manned. As I turned a corner I saw the helpful spacer.

"Okay, so now you've met Gripe. I'm the boarding master, Fellos. Find a berth down to corridor and crash. We won't be back home for a while." He wandered off and I did as he directed. Wow...I'm now a pirate.

(more later, possibly after boot camp)
 
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Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory my chains are broken.
-Code of the Sith

Jester Squad
TRP/PFC Blackstar/1SQD/2PLT/1COMP/1BAT/1RGT/Tadath/VEA/VE [LoR]

I personally like how its written in first person. This is her telling the story of her character...an autobiography of sorts. Last I checked those WERE written in first person.


Keep up the good work.
 
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=[Arrogant Elitist]= Iron Horse Squad
TRP/SGT Jikkyo "Angel" Nimiichi/1SQD/1PLT/1COMP/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath [LoR] [RoM] [BC] [CDS] {BoA}
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=[Dark Knight of the Sith]= Eagle Sect
CM/DJK Jikkyo "Angel" Nimiichi/Eagle =1-1/Sith/VEDJ/VE/Lopen [VP:1]
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Fallen....only to rise.
Risen...only to fall.
The circle is now complete.
The Angel of Death has returned.