Lee del Sol Verde
| Lee del Sol Verde | |
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| Lee Verde, 819 A.S. | |
| Profile | |
| Origin |  Nación Maltesa |
| Occupation | Independent |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 171 cm |
| Weight | 77 kg |
| Hair color | Black |
| Eye color | White |
| Affiliation | Freelancer |
| Outcast | until 23.05.814 |
| Rank | Explorer |
| Status | Active (819 A.S.) |
| Born | 23 May, 798 A.S., Planet Malta, Omicron Alpha |
| Died | Still alive. |
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Lee del Sol Verde, used to be an Outcast, until he left Omicron Alpha in search for a better life as Freelancer. He calls himself an explorer, who discovers the universe by himself, while he keeps a diary about it: Lee's Diary
Life Story
Lee del Sol Verde, born in 798 AS on Planet Malta at Omicron Alpha, is a common Freelancer with a more uncommon life story.
Childhood - 798-812 AS
Lee was born and raised up in a rich maltese family as only child. The little Lee was a clever and cautious little youngster. He was always quite interested in history and so he also knows well, that he should be aware of the Corsairs. He never really understood, from where actually all the hate between them came from, but he knew, to not ask questions about. Knowing, that his parents are officers of the premier Outcast Guard fleet, the 101st Outcast Guard made him totally proud. Since he was young, he always wanted to become like his parents.
Tragic Birthday - 813 AS
Lee never saw a Corsair from face to face before, until his 15th birthday in 813 AS. In the morning of this day, Lee got waken up by an insanely loud warning sirene. He'd never heard this before. In the moment, he wanted to get up, his parents ran into his room and told him to stay here. Apparently, the Corsairs did just entered their system, Omicron Alpha. Lee has never been far away from Planet Malta, but he learned, that there are hundreds of other system, partly inhabited, partly even unexplored. There has been sometimes intruders in Omicron Alpha, but his parents always tried to hide this fact from their son. But this morning it was different. They were in such a hurry, that they forget about Lee's 15th birthday. The last thing they said, which he can remember, was, that they need to defend Planet Malta and whatever will happen, they'll be with him. This was the last time he saw his parents.
Defeating the Corsairs - 813 AS
The Outcasts pushed them Corsairs back, but when they chased them to Omicron Gamma, they got cought in a ambush. Outnumbered and carried to end from the fight before, more than the half of the fleet tragically died during one day. There've been just a handful of survivors which got back. The bloody war against the Corsairs took Lee's parents before he wasn't even full age.
Parentless - 814 AS
Most of his relatives were dead or hadn't that much time for a pubescent teenager. Lee was a cautious boy and since his parents died, he always kept distance to others. He became a very locked person. In the end there was not much left which hold Lee to stay in the Edge Worlds. More and more, he became inquisitive and distrustful to his strict foster parents and finally in late 814 AS, Lee left Omicron Alpha with "The Narcotic", the the well-equiped Sabre of his dead father, the only memory which they'd left behind.
Only beeing in possession of "The Narcotic", the savings of his family and loads of Cardamine, he began his new life as a Freelancer.
Life as Freelancer - 814-817 AS
The last three years, Lee traveled through systems of which he not even knew, that they exist. He met a lot of intresting people and made a lot of good and bad experiences. He also learned a lot about life and dead in this time. There's not much known about what he exactly does in this time. At least he doesn't want to talk about.
Homecoming - 818 AS
Although he was only four years gone, he discovered more than even healthy for one lonely person. He found out, that the endless space can't push his bad memories into the dark. He knew, that there won't be another way than dealing with his problems. So he decided to visit his homeplanet.
Suprisingly, he felt much better when he arrived there. The Outcasts gave him a warm welcome as some of them recognized him. Because things seemed to get better, he bought a little house at Malta and made it to his residence. Although he has several other residences all over Sirius, because he always tried to begin a new life somewhere. But in the end, his feelings took him back to Omicron Alpha.
He also rejoined the Outcast Guard to help fighting the Corsairs. He bought a small Scimitar which he flies under his short name: "Lee.Verde".
Driven by curiosity - At present
Anyway, he actually didn't stayed at Planet Malta for now on.
Driven by curiosity and ambition he still tramps around with his ship, "The Narcotic", discovering more systems and cultures. The bottom line is, that exploring is, what he lives for.
He keeps a diary about his adventures.
Lee's Diary
Backstory - About myself
- • Date: 20 May 819
- • System: Omicron Alpha
- • Location: Planet Malta, Meteora Bar
- • Topic: Backstory - About myself
So I'm sitting here... again. Meteora Bar (#82). I remember, when I worked here in the summer holidays for like a month. That was now almost six years ago. And it feels like it was just yesterday. I wished I'd be fourteen again. Life was so much easier when being just a teen. I had my family, I had my friends and I had my home. But time won't turn back. And I made the best I could have done in my situation. I don't regret anything, I guess.
However, where shall I start? There's so much to say, but I've never been a man of much words. Hiding my feelings was what I've always been doing. I locked them into my mind, ignoring them. But then... I had to return. Mostly of because of the need of Cardamine. Four years... four damn years! I almost thought I made it without it. I mean, I always avoided any contact with it, and people said, when being still young, you could survive the withdrawal syndrome for a long time. Or even completely. So I took a breathing mask with me, which constantly fed me with air, containing Cardamine, like the air on Malta has. I've also been taking this alternative stuff I bought in Liberty from Cryer Pharmaceuticals for a freaking high sum of credits. They told me, that it was a prototype medicine. They convinced me. So I've been able to walk around at public places, without having a mask on, for a hours. And it went well for four years. Then it pulled me back.
So had to go back to Malta again. Breathing the air, drinking the water, eating the food, produced there. And I recovered within just a week. It's incredible.
But returning did not only recovered my body. It also brought back all the memories, which I locked away, from before I left this place. And it turned into a nightmare. I need to close that chapter now. I don't want to go mad. So I decided to write everything down. Maybe that's the way how I can work off all what happened in the last twenty years. I wouldn't know, how else to get rid of it. The only thing I know is, that I have to. The sooner the better.
Backstory - Life on Malta
- • Date: 21 May 819
- • System: Omicron Alpha
- • Location: Planet Malta, Meteora Bar
- • Topic: Backstory - Life on Malta
When looking back to the past. My childhood, the young days. I do see darkness, mixed with a bit Orange and a green flare. Es verdad, that I don't really have that many memories from that time. But I can remember, that people were talking about the 'Orange Dream'. In my opinion, it was the "Orange Nightmare"!
I've always been different. I wasn't like the other childs, listening to their parents, what is good for them, and what isn't. I had my own vision of the situation. I've been thirsty for knowledge, I wanted to know everything: "From where did we came from?", "Why do we never leave Malta? I do want explore systems!", "Papá, I don't like to drink that water, it's polluted!". It wasn't normal for a child in that age. My parents worried about me. But whilst my friends were playing in the orange Cardamine fields, I ate one Holo-Book after the other. "Sleeper ships, Hispania, Cardamine, DNA alteration, Corsairs". I slowly began to understand what was actually happening with us.
They all knew it. I felt like being in prison. Malta was my prison. But what could I have done? I've been just fourteen at that point. I didn't finished my education yet. Si claro, I went to a military school. Not many maltese children had this privilege to get such a qualitative and, most notably expensive training. However, my parents where both soldiers of the primary maltese fleet. And we lived in luxury. I've been an only child and they wanted all the best for me. I hated them for being 'Killers', I abhor violence. Ever did for some reason. Although it was the most well-respected work you could get as Maltesian. And I wouldn't have gone to that school, if I didn't wanted to.
That wish of becoming a soldier grew extremly, at that time when my father got back home all alone. He was totally distressed and downfallen when he spoke to me: "Mí hijo, we need to be strong now. Your well beloved mother has gone from us...". After those words, I fell into a deep sadness. Everything around me fell apart. I didn't heard, what my father was telling me. I just heard words like "Corsairs", "ambush" and "Omicron Eta". I wished I could have ran away. But to where? There was only Malta. I noticed how the cross bars of my imaginary prison got tighter.
That happened when I was still fifteen.
Backstory - Breakout
- • Date: 23 May 819
- • System: Omicron Alpha
- • Location: Planet Malta, Meteora Bar
- • Topic: Backstory - Breakout
So I was still here. Still caged in that kind of prison. I was still breathing the 'contaminated' air on Malta. When looking at the oldest generations - 200 years old men and women, living for that long, thanks to the Cardamine. Pah! I wouldn't want to life that long anyways. And just imagine - those people did never... not a single time, left Malta's safe borders. They wouldn't make it even one day out there, due the lack of Cardamine. They need Malta's air to survive. I don't. Yet!
I played with the thought of getting away from this hell-like place, for months already. But I never really had the chance to do so, though. I had no ship. Merde, I don't even knew how to fly those things. Sure, I went to a considerable military school. But you had to be sixteen years old for doing your pilot's license. No exceptions. Ha! I knew how to fly a Sabre anyways. My papá gave me 'private flight lessons' when I was just twelve. I never really thought about, what'd have happened to him. I've got that letter here... explains it all pretty much, but still... However, I'll get to that later again.
En fin, I did it. At the same day, I got my pilot's license, I left Malta. I took my father's high-end Sabre, which was primary built to encounter Corsair forces, constructed in the top-secret construction facilities of the Corsica Outer Sanctum. At least, his father told me that once. He never talked much about his work. All I knew, was, that he was a former member of the "Ghosts of Razgriz", until he retired, when my mother died...
I'm sure, my mother would have been proud of me, for taking my own life into my hands. So would my father have been. He had a premonition of me, leaving soon anways. And he even approved it. Everything was perfect. I had a well-protected ship, being able to survive in the harsh Omicrons. I had an entirely updated navigation map. And last but not least, a seemingly inexhaustible amount of Sirius Credit cards. Thanks to my papá. I promised him to stay in contact with him. And yes, I always did. Until I recieved no more answers on my messages. But as said, that's another story to be told.
It should sound exciting, but there isn't really much to say about. I left Planet Malta. In 814 AS. I've been a thrill. I really thought, that it'd be the last time, being here, on Malta. But I was still young. So what? It was the only right thing in my life, of what I'll always be proud of, for having done it.
And that feeling to be free. To be not only an Outcast, but also a Freelancer! It was far beyond words! The first time in my young life - I felt freedom!
This day was my sixteenth birthday. And that was the best birthday present I ever had, and ever will have had.
Backstory - A new beginning
- • Date: 24 May 819
- • System: Omicron Alpha
- • Location: Planet Malta, Meteora Bar
- • Topic: Backstory - A new beginning
So... I've been free. A so-called 'Freelancer'. I didn't really had any aims, and never knew, where I'd have gone next. But it was a great feeling. Being independent - well not at all actually. There was still that problem with my passive Cardamine addiction. But each day which has passed by, I felt how the stroong pull that threatened to take my back to Malta, died down. It worked well. For four years! But then I recieved that message... but yes - that's another story.
I can't really tell, where exactly I've been in those four years. It felt like I've passed every planet, jumped through every Jumphole, landed on every capital Planet of all houses in Sirius. I meet lawfuls, I had business with criminals, I've done dirty business. And the other day, I've been helping civilians against pirates. I didn't knew who I was. I've forgotten my origin. I wasn't able to stick to anything. I've traveled around disquietingly. But still, it was a great feeling. I never really cared about anybody, just for me. And that was the only way to survive in space. I rarely trusted anyone. Even though, I made good experiences when I did. And the fact, that I'm still alive, sitting here, writing down my lifetime experiences. Those four years have changed my whole life.
I'm a new man. Full of hope. A man with a great joy of discovery. In the last four years, I've learned how to survive in open space. Although I never really traveled that far yet. But I can feel, that I'm ready now. Ready for something new. This letter. It was my fathers last message to me. He gives me fresh energy to go out again, and discover life. He would have wanted it to be so. It was his last wish.
It's time to leave Malta (#83) a second time. And only time knows, when I'll be back home again.
Entry #14 - Awakening
- • Date: 20 August 819
- • System: Koeln
- • Location: Heisenberg Research Station
- • Topic: Awakening
I feel like I'm having a never-ending nightmare. I still can't tell, if this world is reality or just an imagination of my comatose sleep. My head burns like hot coals, as if I have been taking an overdose of liquid cardamine for the last 4 months.
About those 4 months, well I've spend them in a 'comfortable' tank, filled with blue slime, which turned into a green-purple pudding, which smelt bestial. A medic roboter helped me out of it, and turned of the vital machines, to which I've been connected. When I put my feet on the ground, I felt like I've just got born! And much worse; when I looked down on my nude corpse... my skin, it had a blueish color! Merde! This was scaring as hell!
Without any hairs, and being completely blue colored, I didn't recognized myself. When watching my mirror image, I see a stranger. Soon after I felt better to leave the experimental laboratory, I started to hear voices in my head. First they appeared like a susurration from far away. Then suddendly the voices got louder, and more louder, and then I've heard two different ones, three, four - a doozen ones. It wasn't my ears, hearing those, of that I've been sure. There was just me in the room - although I still didn't accepted that blue person as myself!
After a while, I managed to better control those voices in my head. And so I decided to give the bar a visit. I had a dead-dry mouth, and I wished to talk to someone in my confusion.
The trip to the Heisenberg Pub #23 was a desaster. Somehow, I made the bartender hear my thoughts, and my confusion did enlarge even more. In addition, I drawed quite some attention on me, when I left the bar screaming like a baby. I had to get out of here, quickly.
Once more back in the professors rooms, I finally found a message of him, written three months ago:
Dear Lee,
I'm not sure, if you'll ever read this message. I hope you will do, someday. I was filled with dismay when I realized, that I wasn't able to wake you up from the artificial coma. I felt like a murderer. And it even got worse, I had to leave the Heisenberg to secure my project documents. People got alerted about my experiments. Mainly the Rheinland government. I had to wipe away my own tracks and obtain all and any information from my main systems.
It might be possible, that I'm in pre-trial custody when you read this message. As long as they won't found my laboratory, it's all good. Oh please, don't let them have found it.
Anyways, I need to explain you the next steps. I'm afraid, that you aren't safe on Heisenberg anymore. You need to get lost, too. Best would be to find a hideout, somewhere in the Nomad Worlds. The government won't search for you there.
About the experiment; when I left, your status didn't changed at all, everything was still okay. So I gave my medical robot orders, in case you'll wake up. Hopefully, everything went well!
Enough of words, I'm in a haste. Just one thing more, I've left you some Sirus credit cards in my private safe. It'll open with your voice. You can take everything you find in my rooms, too. I won't be able to get back there soon anyways.
If you'll still be alive, I'll find you. And if our experiment was successfull... that would be amazing. No, it would be revolutionary! Well, take care Lee! Farewell.
Yours,
David Campbell
Well, that was something! Seems like my old friend is in serious problems. But the question is; am I? Actually I don't want to find out. So I searched for my stuff, and took the credit cards from the safe. Exactly 2 billion Sirius Credits! David must have thousands of private sponsors. Or it's robbed cash. But what do I care? I really needed it, since I got afraid, that I'll need some heavier protection in future. Mainly, something bigger to be able to rest in open space for months.
At last, I searched for some useful items in his rooms. And I've been lucky. I found enough clothes in my size, masses of food and consumer goods. And a real treasure: construction plans of a Gunboat prototype, signed by the Zoners. "Hathor", did the title say. It looked simliar to the "Conference", which I know already. So I ignored the large red letters on it, saying "Top secret", and took it with me.
Hours later, when I just left the Heisenberg, I already made myself a few thoughts about finding a spaceship constructor, who could fullfill my special order. I mean; 2 billions... no human being would deny it.
Entry #15 - Illegal ship construction plans
- • Date: 21 August 819
- • System: Conorado
- • Location: Barrier Gate Station, The Lone Drunkard #535
- • Topic: Illegal ship construction plans
In search for a private ship constructor, who won't ask many question, I went to the Barrier Gate Station in Conorado. I've been convinced, that I'll find the right man there. On my trip there, I tried to avoid any contact, taking David's warning quite serious. And thanks to my Cloaking Device, I had no interruptions.
Arrived at Barrier Gate West Wing, I didn't wasted any time, and entered the local bar, The Lone Drunkard #535. The bar was empty, so I kept the bartender company. On my question, if he knows any trustable ship engineer, who doesn't care much about laws. Without wasting any more words to me, he spoke into his headset. And asked me to take a seat, and that 'he' will be here in a few minutes. After ordering a drink, taking a seat and staring outside the windows for not even one minute, a tall man with dark hair stood infront of me. After shaking hands, I had a some smalltalk with him. Meanwhile, without intending it, I read his thoughts like an open book. He seemed to be a trustworthy, but cash-hungry man. I made sure, that no curious listener was nearby, and showed him the construction plans folder.
No more words were needed. I've entered his mind, and explained him the deal. He stayed cool, while I tried my mysterious telepathic skills on him. A few minutes later, the deal was clear: Two billion Sirius Credits, my old ship and its Cloaking Device was the price. He gave me his word, that he won't steal the plans. I made him understand, what consequences it would have, if he tries. Finding someone, whose mind you have control of, is even easier, than bribing a LPI with a donut.
He told me, to bring the plans tomorrow morning to his hangar, so he can put his hands on it, as fast as possible. I didn't had any time to loose. People could get wind of it.
Entry #16 - Pilot without a ship
- • Date: 23 August 819
- • System: Conorado
- • Location: Barrier Gate Station, in my room.
- • Topic: Pilot without a ship
The other morning, I gave the construction hangar of my new friend a visit. When entering the hangar at D1/17, I've witnessed how they were finishing their last job. It wasn't clear, for whom that frigate was going to belong, but it could have been some other Freelancer, or even some unlawful pirate, smuggler or whatever. Thinking about who owns that ship, brought me to the question, what my occupation is currently. Am I a fugitive? Deformed by a failed experiment of a wanted professor. Getting himself a new ship, built by top secret plans. I have to say, that I don't have a good feeling with that. But who should care about a simple Freelancer, flying an unknown ship, whose building plans he has found somewhere? I don't even know, if that ship ever got produced by someone. Hopefully, I won't get any problems with it. I really don't feel like being hunted by some organisation, accusing me as spy or thief. However, the finalising frigate was almost finished, and I was satisfied with that.
After introducing me to his design engineers and several builders, he led me to his office, where we discussed the details. Given the fact, that I had those two billion SC to spent, I've choosen the best equipment available. Here's a small list of its main gear:
Weapons:
- • 6x Basic Gunboat Turret
- • 1x EMP-7 Gunboat Pulse Cannon
- • 1x Gunboat "Battle Razor" Tachyon-Antimatter Cannon
Combat Systems:
- • CM-5 Heavy Countermeasure Dropper
External Equipment:
- • Gunboat Graviton Shield
- • Cheetah Thruster
Internal Equipment:
- • Battleship Scanner
- • Capital Ship Armor Upgrade Mk VIII
Cargo bay: • 80 - 130 units Powercore:
- • Maximum efficiency: 75%
- • Power output: 450,000 u
- • Power recharge: 45000
I've been good with his proposal. The explanation for the small cargo bay is, that the superior hull is heavy as hell, which makes up for the best protection, you can get. Besides it, most of the high-end equipment took a lot of space. And to reduce fuel costs, engine size, and to increase the agility of the ship in total, it would have been counterproductive, to have a large cargo bay. On the other hand, I had more space to fill all the empty rooms, which offers more luxuriousness. On that individual part, I'll get my hands on, once the ship will be ready for its maiden flight.
But on the question, why the powercore has a maximum efficiency of just 75% and not 100%, he asked me to follow him to the powercell hanger at LB-3. Amazed by the beatifulness of those powercells, he told me, that the most difficult part of building spacecrafts is, to find the matching powercells. The creation of those powercell is a very time-consuming and dangerous process, which is done by professionals of official ship construction organisations. And when building individual ships, you have to test, which powercell fit the ship itself. Only products, right from treadmills can offer a 100% functionality. He assured me, that those 75% is the best I can get. He adivsed me of the powercell, he uses for my beauty, are bought from a random Junker, who salvaged them in the deep Omicron Worlds. And I should be thankful, that he utilizes them for me.
After a fast guidance, everything was discussed. The hardpoint lights, the paint, the main interior layout and thousands of other small individual setups. In memories of my old ship, I'll keep the shipname; "The Narcotic".
Being tired and happy at the same time, I entered the living sector on the West Wing, and searched for my rooms keycard. I've never mentioned, that I've bought a comfortable room on Barrier Gate. It was in 815 AS, about a year after I left Malta. I felt better when traveling Sirius, that I'm having a place, which I can call "home" after all... It's nothing special, but it reaches its aim quiet well. And best of all is, that it's a perfect hideout, where I can spend a few weeks without getting harassed by someone. And it also has the practical benefit, that I can keep an eye on my ships progress, since the hangar is just a quick walk away from my room. And who knows, how long it takes to build such a special ship? And for the time being, until it'll be finished, I could call myself a pilot without a ship!
Zones of Interest
Based on his liking to explore, he's actually interested in all system in whole Sirius.
But there are some places where he's often around:
Outcast Space:
• Omicron Theta • Omicron Eta • Tau-37
• Tau-23
• Leeds
• New York • California
The Narcotic
Hathor - Zoner Gunboat Prototype
Charge:
- • Material costs: 1217,294,000 SC.
- • Construction costs: 1000,000,000 SC.
- • Total shipcost: 2217,294,000 SC.
Equipment:
Weapons:
- • 6x Basic Gunboat Turret
- • 1x EMP-7 Gunboat Pulse Cannon
- • 1x Gunboat Battle Razor
Combat Systems:
External Equipment:
Internal Equipment:
Current Status
Lee is currently on discovery tour through whole Sirius.
He keeps a Diary about his journey.
Ship Callsign
- • [FL]-Narcotic
- • Lee.Verde
- • Lost.Immunity
Spoken Languages
Languages that Lee can speak:
- • English
- • Spanish
- • German
- • French
- • Italian
Business
Shop is currently closed.
Diplomacy
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