Welcome to the VEN man, I hope you like it.
 
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KaphSquadron
FM/ LCR Krius/ Kaph 8/ Wing 2/ mSSD Atrus/ Pheonix Wing/ VEN/ VE/ (=A=)
Krius=Leon

Welcome to the Vastest of Empires, pilot.
 
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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]
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)

[INCOMING TRANSMISSION]
[SCANNING FOR THREATS]. . .
[NO THREATS DETECTED]
[UPLOADING DATA]. . .

DATA FILE:  Drach'Nyen Bael

SPECIES: Abrax:  A near human species from a planet of the same name.  The culture is a ritualistic one, practicing various forms of sacrifice and magic.  The planet is a frozen wasteland, yet two active volcanoes dominate the poles of Abrax.  These volcanoes are the root of the Abrax religion, and to them the people sacrifice children, animals, and anyone else considered especially worthy, or anyone not deserving of life.  There are two groups on the planet who each worship one of the volcanoes, who constantly war with one another.  The people generally have stark white hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:
Height: 5' 6"  (1.67m)
Weight: 115 lbs.  (52.16 kg)
Age: 17 standard years
Hair: Black; Shoulder Length; Face-Obscuring
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin: Extremely pale
Homeworld: Abrax (Planet unconnected to rest of galaxy.  Closest planet is Ziost, where [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]. . .
Native Language: Abrax (Heavily accented; very similar to Sith)
Identifying Marks: A nasty looking, but perfectly straight scar stretches from his sternum to his navel
Parents: DECEASED

HISTORY:  A precocious yet unknown youth, Drach'Nyen Bael was hidden from soceity as he had black hair and yellow eyes, thus being cosidered an abomination by the religion of Abrax.  Life was difficult, more so than any other life of an Abrax.  He was not allowed to be seen by anyone accept his parents, who despite their protection of him, despised him nonetheless.  He was only fed once per day, and would always raid the food store, only to be beaten by his parents if they caught him.  Only when he was 12 standard years old did he learn to speak, as that is when his parents started speaking around him.  Once he learned the language however, he began to read, though never uttered a word to his parents.  He read everything he could get his hands on, eventually becoming more literate than his parents, or almost anyone else on the planet for that matter.

At the age of seventeen, Drach's life became more climactic.  The society of Abrax had been trying harder and harder to find any heretics, traitors, or abominations.  The government had been pressuring his parents to give up all their secrets.  His father became very ill due to a previously unknown genetic falw that left him susceptible to a virus that almost no Abrax were affected by.  After his father succumbed to the virus,  only his mother remained between him and certain death.  His mother was no where near as strong as his father, and soon let the government search the house.  They found Drach hiding in a cupboard.  They took both he and his mother to different detainment facilities.  He was eventually informed of his mother's demise during her interrogation.  This didn't really trouble Drach in the slightest, but he still reacted violently, feeling as if a part of himself died.

Several months of merciless torture passed, and the people, who just recently heard of this abomination, wanted his death.  He was to be sacrificed to the Great Northern Volcano.  Several days later, he was carried up to the summit of the mountain and tied to an altar of polished obsidian.  A figure dressed in a blood red robe with a hood        pulled over its head approached.  This figure was the High Preist of the North, the man who controlled the religion, life, and people of the north.  It was his duty to make sure that no abomination survived.  The area was surrounded by black clad clerical guards armed with vibro-axes.  The High Preist drew his sacrificial dagger from underneath his robes and began chanting, which caused the guards to start chanting in turn.  The preist sent the blade down onto Drach's chest, and drew it slowly down his body, stopping at his navel.  The pain became unbearable for Drach.  In his suffering he found strength, which he used to snap his bonds.  He leapt up from the altar, sending the preist careening down the mountainside.  The guards moved in on him, but he was too fast.  He jumped over the guard in front of him and broke into a run.  Drach stopped at the edge of the mountain, looked at the guards, and looked down.  He picked the second option, and began sliding down the mountain.  Due to the suicidal nature of this maneuver, none of the guards dared follow him.  He slid fast, though was as careful as he could be not to trip.

Upon reaching a plateau, he spotted the parked shuttle that belonged to the High Preist.  After jumping in the cockpit, he looked at the controlls and remembered a flight manual he once read. After locating the ignition, he started on his way.  Knowing that he would be slaughtered once he landed, he angled his craft towards the heavens.  After traveling the void for quite some time, he came across the mSSD Atrus, which tractored in the shuttle.  He was given the option of being an Imperial pilot by an officer present in the hangar in which Drach landed.  Seeing no reason not to, Drach accepted this offer.

[END OF TRANSMISSION]

[INCOMING TRANSMISSION]
[SCANNING FOR THREATS]. . .
[NO THREATS DETECTED]
[UPLOADING DATA]. . .

DATA FILE: Drach'Nyen Bael

SPECIES: Abrax: A near human species from a planet of the same name. The culture is a ritualistic one, practicing various forms of sacrifice and magic. The planet is a frozen wasteland, yet two active volcanoes dominate the poles of Abrax. These volcanoes are the root of the Abrax religion, and to them the people sacrifice children, animals, and anyone else considered especially worthy, or anyone not deserving of life. There are two groups on the planet who each worship one of the volcanoes. The people generally have stark white hair, pale skin, and red eyes. The people of the North volcano wear gray and red to represent the color of the North Volcano, whereas the people of the North wear black and orange to match the colors of the Southern volcano. The two cultures fight a war of dominance over the planet. The North exists in a fascist state ruled by the Ecclesiarchy while the South values freedom over all else. The North tries to overtake the South, but to no avail. The North is numerically superior, but the South fights for freedom and fights with fervor. Both races seem decently advanced technology wise, but several centuries behind the galactic standard. The people live in towns and cities made of stone and ice, each city in the North being dominated by an administrative building under control of the church. The people of the North go to church every day, sometimes several times a day. All those in the employ of the church live in church buildings. The people spend the day watching holodramas, most of them being a mix of anti-South propaganda and subliminal messages. There is a constant draft into the Northern army, while the South doesn't need one because the people will fight no matter what.

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES:
Body Type: Ectomorphic, but strong.
Height: 5' 6" (1.67m)
Weight: 115 lbs. (52.16 kg)
Age: 17 standard years
Hair: Black; Shoulder Length; Face-Obscuring
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin: Extremely pale
Homeworld: Abrax (Planet unconnected to rest of galaxy. Closest planet is Ziost, where [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]. . .
Native Language: Abrax (Heavily accented; very similar to Sith)
Identifying Marks: A nasty looking, but perfectly straight scar stretches from his sternum to his navel
Parents: DECEASED

PSYCH EVAL: As far as we can tell, he is highly intelligent, but very unwilling to communicate, withdrawn, and angry. If he chooses to utter any words at all, it's usually a torrent of choice swear words and curses that I've only heard in centuries old literature, otherwise he just glares at everyone. Though he shows a great deal of restraint, we did have one incident where one of our mental specialists pried too far. If we hadn't sedated him he would've torn the specialist to pieces. He seems willing to fly though, as whenever someone mentions it he seems to perk up a bit. I wouldn't suggest talking to him too much, but perhaps what he needs is a friend.


HISTORY: A precocious yet unknown youth, Drach'Nyen Bael was hidden from society as he had black hair and yellow eyes, thus being considered an abomination by the religion of North Abrax. Life was difficult, more so than any other life of an Abrax. He was not allowed to be seen by anyone accept his parents, who despite their protection of him, despised him nonetheless. He was only fed once per day, and would always raid the food store, only to be beaten by his parents if they caught him. Only when he was 12 standard years old did he learn to speak, as that is when his parents started speaking around him. Once he learned the language however, he began to read, though never uttered a word to his parents. He read everything he could get his hands on, including books in both Abrax and basic. Eventually he became more literate than his parents, or almost anyone else on the planet for that matter.

At the age of seventeen, Drach's life became more climactic. The society of Abrax had been trying harder and harder to find any heretics, traitors, or abominations. The government had been pressuring his parents to give up all their secrets. His father became very ill due to a previously unknown genetic flaw that left him susceptible to a virus that almost no Abrax were affected by. After his father succumbed to the virus, only his mother remained between him and certain death. His mother was no where near as strong as his father, and soon let the government search the house. They found Drach hiding in a cupboard. They took both he and his mother to different detainment facilities. He was eventually informed of his mother's demise during her interrogation. This didn't really trouble Drach in the slightest, but he still reacted violently, feeling as if a part of himself died.

Several months of merciless torture passed, and the people, who just recently heard of this abomination, wanted his death. He was to be sacrificed to the Great Northern Volcano. Several days later, he was carried up to the summit of the mountain and tied to an altar of polished obsidian. A figure dressed in a blood red robe with a hood pulled over its head approached. This figure was the High Priest of the North, the man who controlled the religion, life, and people of the north. It was his duty to make sure that no abomination survived. The area was surrounded by black clad clerical guards armed with vibro-axes. The High Priest drew his sacrificial dagger from underneath his robes and began chanting, which caused the guards to start chanting in turn. The priest sent the blade down onto Drach's chest, and drew it slowly down his body, stopping at his navel. The pain became unbearable for Drach. In his suffering he found strength, which he used to snap his bonds. He leaped up from the altar, sending the priest careening down the mountainside. The guards moved in on him, but he was too fast. He jumped over the guard in front of him and broke into a run. Drach stopped at the edge of the mountain, looked at the guards, and looked down. He picked the second option, and began sliding down the mountain. Due to the suicidal nature of this maneuver, none of the guards dared follow him. He slid fast, though was as careful as he could be not to trip.

Upon reaching a plateau, he spotted the parked shuttle that belonged to the High Priest. After jumping in the cockpit, he looked at the controls and brought to mind a flight manual he once read. After locating the ignition, he started on his way. Knowing that he would be slaughtered once he landed, he angled his craft toward the heavens. After traveling the void for quite some time, he came across a lancer frigate under the employ of the Vast Empire, which tractored in the shuttle as they were hunting a spy that had been spotted in the system. After much questioning to ensure he wasn't a spy he was asked what his goal was. He replied that he had none and a young crewman present in the hangar suggested he be a pilot. Drach recalled the liberating feeling he felt while at the controls of the shuttle and agreed. He is currently on a shuttle headed for Abrae.

[END OF TRANSMISSION]

Here goes. . . Recently my life has become a bit more active and I haven't had time to do much about my navy character.  So until further notice, I won't be doing anything as Cloud 9.  The good news is that I am staying in the Stormtrooper Corps.

Later
 
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Private First Class D'har Leth
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