Hey I am sort of new to the Vast Empire, but I thought I should post a story of some sort on here to help improve my writing ability. However my bio left little room to write a story about my character. So here I have a story about part of the cause for my guy joining the Empire. If you read my edited bio below  or my original one at the Stormtrooper Academy (Yet another lamb for the slaughter) I mention some robbers who I have a problem with and since they got me here (in character) I thought I would write about how they effected others, but first I had to make you understand my character and why he did what he did.
Finley I have two other Vast Empire members in my Bio and if they don't like being here I can remove them, but my brother Snipes has already said it was Ok, and since Colonel Rizzit DID recruit me I did not think he would mind.



Name: Al'Zhen R. Owaines (BattleMont)

Age at Enlistment: About 20 years Old

Weight: 175lb

Height: 6.0

Eye Colour: Hazel

Hair Colour: Black

Markings/Tattoo's: Small scar below right eye, Scar on leg from knife cut, a tattoo of three snakes each swallowing each others tails in a circle on right upper shoulder, each snake on the tattoo is about 1.5 inch(s) in size.

Place of Birth: Ship board on way to Coruscant.

Mental Stability: Normal(ish) most the time, a little twitchy. When angered for a long period of time or shot at, can be homicidal.

Virtues: While the average acquaintance would say not many, Zhen is highly intelligent (with a focus on history and with a large vocabulary and terrible spelling). Zhen is loyal and to a large degree trustworthy. Sentimental and Stupidly Brave in SURTAIN situations. Zhen will save some one he hates because of a VERY strange code of honor which he tries to apply to all his life. However if there is more to gain be retreating or his dieing would serve NO purpose he will do it and become greatly angered with those who call him a coward.

Vices: Stubborn even when it serves no purpose and hurts him and no one else. Loves to sing but his voice is terrible most of the time. Drinks to excess and USED to use illegal substances. Carries revenge to extremes, past when many would have forgiven. Never forgets a slight of his code and had commitment issues with women.

Nicknames: Zhen (his preferred name) Al, Snake, Zheny wonny wonney poo (only by women and then he still hates it).

                                          



                                                                      Story Up Until Enlistment

Born on a low budget cruise liner on its way to Coruscant he was named Al'Zhen Rand Owaines. His parent's names, Wendy Vit'rin and Cardin Owaines moved from Corellia to the bright center of the universe because of the inheritance of some janitorial company from Cardin's Father.

Coruscant was not terribly kind to Zhen, but then Coruscant is kind to few people. Intelligent with a love of history and stories Zhen did surprisingly bad at school. He could do well but he procrastinated and had little interest in the scientific reality preferring to look more spiritually, and thus entered the drugs. At fourteen he created a small gang from his friends, performing illegal activities to pay for his habit(s).
Older and needing purpose he started working at his fathers company leaving his growing gang behind. Still drinking with new and some old friends, Zhen still lacked purpose but had given up heavy drug's because of their toll on his body, although every now and then at a party he might use.

A drinking buddy of Zhen's Snipes told him stories that made him want for more, but still lacking the courage Zhen stayed at home instead of joining the empire as Snipes suggested.

One Day Bored and complacent Zhen started up an old hobby again, robbery. Not just for the money to pay for the booze (although that helped) Zhen lived for the rush, until one day he came across some people with a similar hobby and was forced to fight for the good's and his life. The fight was short lasting a few minutes, but in that life or death battle it felt different than the ones before. The one's before he had hoped he would die, but in this fight had been different it had more of a purpose for some reason Zhen could not discern.

Searching the died bodies Zhen discover a datapad with interesting information on it. These men apparently on the side had been looking into the missing children of a man with the surname name Battlemont on the behalf of no one other than Snipes. Looking at the data Zhen discovered his mom had been having an affair with Snipes's dad and from that affair he had been born, making him and Snipes half-brothers.

Still dazed, but with  bodies around him Zhen needed off the planet and lacking a plan went to the cantina to formulate one, only stopping at his house to gather his money, clothes and change. At the Cantina Zhen was sitting at the bar considering his options, when he heard the shout "SNIPES", and then felt a body collide with his own. On the floor turing over Zhen saw a skinny man who towered over him at about 6.4.
Sensing his mistake the man helped Zhen of the ground, who had already been a little tipsy from the rum.

"O sorry I thought you were Snipes, but from your look you must be that new brother he mentioned to me." Said the man in an apologetic voice about both knocking me over and being Snipes brother. Zhen was unbothered but asked how he made the mistake, this man now introduced as Colonel Rizzit said "Well with all those sashes, and you sitting here drinking rum all pirate like, with your hair all long, you looked just like him." The conversion changed topics several times from there going over from topics like Snipes, to the Empire, to Zhen's problems. Coming upon a solution Rizzit gave him the only viable option that had a chance of Zhen surviving and having fun, join the empire.


This is to be the story about a man and what happened in the house with the bodies after I left them there, and how it affected another man's life. Comments at any part will be appreaciated as well as criticism. Althoutgh this first part will be short because I spent time rewriting my bio and do need time to sleep.





Crime, it affects every thing all around you, but Nate was not ready to just accept finding dead bodies in his house. My life just can't get a break, not one. It was cool this night, a rarity in Nate's apartment complex, which was located just above several factory's. Shutdown for illegal arm's sales the factory's had caused a disruption even in this noisy part of town. A sweep of the apartments was going to occur here in a while and Nate is here stuck with two dead bodies with their throats cut in the middle of his bedroom. Searching the bodies Nate found nothing, they must have been robbing him when some one came across them, because all his valuable stuff was in a pile in the living area. Pictures, electronics, hell even credits were still their and even a datapad that wasn't his on the couch. The apartment barley furnished was a great deal he thought when he began renting it, but the horrible security had resulted in him being robbed twice, this being the third. Nate needed away out, he had no way of explaining this, hell he had not idea what happened himself. He must flee he deiced like a bunny, but what would he do? Looking in the mirror he sized himself up. A grizzled unshaven face he look at least thirty while only being twenty, blond curly hair bobbing at his shoulders and scar from his chin to ear on the right of his face gotten from wrestling with his brother a few years back. A smuggler or pilot, yes he had the look and was a decent pilot and could shot well enough, but then those were just simulators in school. Hell Nate Trishna worked at the Department of Hover Vehicles, sure their was violence their quite a bit when people refused to pay tickets but security handled that. All his valuables worth taking already packed he grabed the datapad  and walked out the door only pausing briefly to say these last words. "When life gets weird, the weird turn pro.