Race: Human
Language: Common with accent
Height: 177cm
Weight: 67kg
Age: 20
Body Build: Slim
Features: Shoulder length, jet black hair; mostly scowling; hazal eyes; crooked nose, broken a few times; thin lips; thin facial hair; sharp jaw-bone; small scars scattered all around his face; bronze skin;
Knowledge: Simple melee weapons, 'street-fighting', characterizing, lock picking, stealth without devices.
Habits: He drinks until he is tipsy everynight. Converse with a voice in his head. Run his hand through his hair or rub his eyes when he gets nervous or tense. Loves fatal risks (I will add this later in a chapter later.) Tries to define what to do before, but acts reckless nonetheless.
(Hi)Story:
His name was long forgotten even to himself. He just hadn't been able to come to terms with his 'father' being merried another woman, and his 'mother' accepting this and living with a merried man. His given name had only been a disgrace to him. To forget, to pretend they had never been known to himself was easier, for he had not the power to change that.
*Running away from the reality, are we?* the voice in his had, his 'friend in the head' as he referred him, asked.
*No!* he thought, *Jus' think about it; if somebody says 'You son of a *****!' as a cursin', i can' beat the **** out o' him. Because it's also the 'reality' as ya put it! I'm jus' a son of a *****, jus' a fruit of a sinful act of two drunken idiots' lust. Bah! You have ta remind me everytime i try not ta think about that, huh!? What would you do if you were me!?*
*Who are you to talk about 'sin', if i may ask? And I must add, she is staying with him just because of you.*
*If it were jus' me, why didn't she leave when I left!? Nevermind, shut it, jus' shut it. I don't wanna talk 'bout it, okay?*
He was Redthorn, just Redthorn, only Redthorn and a Redthorn who had fought his way through the law of the streets and become a trusted member of the 'lads' at the age of fifteen, after five years of struggling, fighting, running, fighting, hiding, and fighting again. The five years following his departing from home -he didn't like 'running away' word. He thought himself too brave to run away something, except the times he had not something hard and sharp in his hand, and his 'opponent' had- had made him a fully grown man fighting for his own life with no family but the 'family' he got to know at the streets with lives not so unlike his own.
Redthorn took the last sip of his Ale. "I'm off, lads!" he said to everybody yet to pass out, "gotta find somewhere doesn't stink ta sleep!"
"**** you!" said a quite drunk Tom -an old, gray haired fellow of his- with a rude gesture.
"Okay, ya won!" he said holding his hands up, pretending to seem hurt.
"Why don't you just go 'way and find a hole...?" Tom began but he was fast asleep before he could finish his sentence.
He began pacing the empty streets slowly. There was nobody, nothing alive at all. Odd he thought.
*What is odd?* asked the voice.
*Can't I jus' think sumthin' without you pokin' you nose!?* he snapped but curiosity got better of him, *Why d'ya think there's nobody?*
*If I had all the answers, we wouldn't be here, wasting our lives at this rat hole now would we?*
*What 'bout findin' out wha's the matter?*
*Have I ever been able to talk sense into that thick skull of yours?*
*No, so jus' have to stick with me! Keh keh keh!*
*Have I ever told you what you are going to do cannot be described just as recklessness? This is simply stupidness!*
*Whatcha know 'bout what i'm gonna do?*
*Just so you would know, i'm living inside that little thing of yours you call as your brain.*
*Won' try and do sumthin' stupid, i will, and you'll shut up, deal?*
*Oh my! Did I hear you right!? Was that the first time sounded reasonable, or was it just my wistful imagination!?*
*Don' make a big deal of this, will ya!? And i said you'll shut up, i remember?..*
Silence...
Better he thought to himself, knowing that statement would his friend.
"HOLD YOUR HANDS UP!" someone screamed behind his back, "DON'T TRY SOMETHING STUPID!"
He looked around. There was no place to run or hide. Common Lotaith colony settlements. Just walls, fences and one or two story houses 'adjacent to(?)' each other. His brain was swinging like a maelstorm with the thoughts of death scenarios. He had been thinking about death since the day he departed home but it had never occured him that his life would end like this. Like a rabid dog caught in plain.Redthorn slowly pulled his hands out of the pocket of his robe and raised to the air.
"PULL YOUR HOOD BACK AND TURN TO ME!" came the second order.
He could feel the heat raise to his face, nonetheless pulled the hood back from his face and turned to his back. He was strong enough to face the death! I'll not go down alone! He released his hands from the hood to his sides, where his stilettos were waiting eagerly to be drawn and to pierce through flesh.
There were three men in something brown like military uniforms. He eyed one by one briefly. Left, rifle, untrained, miserable aim. Right over-confident. Two secure. Middle left pistol aiming head, right shoulder. Left handed, not ambidextrous, something shiny on shoulder, probably field commander. Good but not enough to fight... and win...
*What should I do?*
*Surrender and plead for mercy?*
*Won't work.*
"You are under arrest for breaking in others' property, stealing, fighting and attempting murder." the man between the others spoke.
*Did he jus' said under arrest or is it my imagination?*
*I think i'm daydreaming also.*
"If you come willingly, it will be to your benefit. If you don't, we will have to force you to obey." the officer said with a bussines-like voice, and added "but i don't advice it, believe me, you won't like it." with a rather 'friendly' tone.
*They are relieved! Now or never!* the voice urged Redthorn.
*Nay. If we won't die, cannae be worse than tha' ****ing garbage!* he replied with a tone hinting it was the end of the argument. "Wha'd'ya want me ta do?"
"What do we want you to do?" asked the officer rhetorically. "Nothing but walking where I say to. No sudden movement, no looking around, even no sneeze without asking first, is it clear or do you want me to demonstrate what will happen if you don't do?"
"Perfec'ly clear."
*Why didn't you just injured them when you had the perfect chance?*
*They give us food, water and bad. Wha' do ya want more?*
*We have been bottled up in this hole for five years for god's sake Red! Don't you want freedom!?*
*I sure wan' freedom as much as you, but, if freedom means to live in a smelly cave, I don' wan' to be free. I'm perfec'ly comfortable here. We don' have ta steal to eat sumthin', don' have ta shiver at nights if we can' find a shelter, don' have ta fight for our lives at leas' every week, don' have ta try ta sell sumthing knowin' he will sell it for twenty times more money. If you wan' I can find more. And at here, we are not nothing we used to be! We eat, drink and sleep regularly. They let us bathe. They clean our room. They see us as a person, not a piece of dirth. Is it nae enough for ya?*
*But you didn't have to give them our lockpick! Have you ever thought it could be very useful, should the circumstances make it necessary!?*
*Don' talk me with that nonsense sentences!*
"Red! You have a visitor." announced the prison-warder. "If I were you, I would try and be friendly with him. He is at a powerful position in the navy." added whispering.
"Now, made me really curious, Roony." Redthorn stated.
Warder called two other guards and took Redthorn to a room where a guy wearing gray tunic and black trousers. "Please sit down Mr. Thorn." he said calmly gesturing the only empty chair, "And you are dismissed, Mr. Rane."
Redthorn sat down quietly. He was facing a guy 'at a powerful position in the navy' over a table. Strong guy, training, probably waight lifting to keep in shape: muscular.. quite muscular... Trying to be cool. Creaking fingers. Vains pop up. Bad omen!
"I'm Shazam, Lieutenant Commander of Imperial Navy. But you will address me as either 'Lieutenant' or 'Sir'." Shazam waited a moment to see a reaction but none came. "Is it understood?"
"Yes." Redthorn replied curtly.
"I think we are going to have to work on you. I don't like being here. If it were up to me, I would have left you to rot in that cell, but unfortunately i have an order to make a good pilot of you. Now, let's try again. Is it understood, pilot!?" he asked again almost shouting.
*I don't think it's wise to try to push him than you already have.*
*If i say i thought so, wouldn' ya let me live with it, wouldn' ya? It's kind of scary.*
*Scary? Scary!? HE'S TERRIFYING! IF I HAPPENED TO HAVE A BODY I WOULD PEE MY KNICKERS!*
"I understand, Lieutenant, sir." answered with what he hoped to be a calm tone.
"I think we understand each other now. This, Mr. Thorn, is better. As I said, I came here with an order to make a pilot of you, but before you begin thinking highly of you, i must tell the reason. Too many ships, not enough crew. Is it understood, pilot?"
"Yes, sir." Good! Relax! This is really better than you can even think of...
"Now you will fill this form, then i'll take you to the training complex. Take as long as you want but i don't want to have my dinner here. You may begin."
"Can I ask a question, sir?" Redthorn asked as calmly as possible -after a quick scan on the page-, but it wasn't that much after the 'show' he experienced at the recieving end.
"Sure, pilot, what do you want to know?"
"I would jus' ask if it where possible.. I mean if i can.. I understand if I can't but.."
"WHAT..." Shazam cut in harshly "...do you want to ask, pilot?" finished calmly again.
"Err.. If it's possible, i don' wanna fill the family things, sir..."
