Sir Ian Edward Greenham

[MadShark581]

Part II

Personal Information:

Alias
Zale
Rank
Bounty Hunter Lord
Standard Age
42
Biological Age
842
Height
65
Weight
250lbs
Hair Color
Unknown
Eye Color
Unknown

Background Information:
Zales hammerhead, christened Mad Shark, tractor beamed in an alien artifact from a decimated smuggling train. His bounty hunter fleet was in pitched combat with Nomad forces who desperately sought the artifact soon to be in Zales possession. The bounty hunters were falling one by one. Zale marched down to the cargo hold and shot the artifact to pieces.
At last
Zale took off his helmet and kneeled over the shattered artifact. He picked up the little creature he found tucked in the artifact and swallowed it whole. The Nomads ceased fire and left. Apparently, they didnt promote friendly fire. Zale sat down at the helm and lead his remaining fleet back to his base in the New Dublin system. The mission was accomplished. He paid the bounty hunters on board his crippled hijacked Bretonian Dreadnaught, the Megalodon.
Zale used the Meg as a base of operations and as a research facility. His new research interest was himself. He crafted a new full body armored life suit for combat, protection, and life support. The suit was linked with his body to maintain homeostasis and keep what was left of him alive. He is rebuilding his body inside the tank he wears and never needs to take off. He also modified the weapon and calls it Zale now. He inserted the molecular key into his suit and now circulates and produces the weapon in his body. And that Nomad he willfully ingested? Zale keeps it from taking over and feeds off of its tremendous power, and builds a body from it, but also keeps it alive. While Zale does deteriorate the body, it breaks it down to the point where the genes can be completely changed, and the healing agents/nanobots circulating his blood with the Nomads power begin to rebuild the body anew. His body never stops changing. At the moment he is more Nomad and machine than human. However, as time passed he began to grow weak as Zale began killing off the Nomad. He was losing the source of his strength. He needed more. If he died then his legacy, the legacy of Zale, which has yet to be discovered, would die. He needed Nomad and the Nomad knew where they were.
As Mad Shark drifted through space the Nomad began talking to Zale. It told him about the order, their creators, and their duty to find the artifacts and ignite civil war. As the Nomad went on, Zale became more vulnerable to its influence. It began fusing with his central nervous system and began leeching all of the information it needed on Zale. It absorbed the Zale into its body as well as all of Greenhams memories which it kept dormant.
Ian, we need to find the Order, Ian. We need to test Zale on them.
Why the Order?
They wish to harm me Ian, and I must destroy them with Zale.
No You cant use Zale. Zale is mine! I am Zale! With that, Greenham drew his pistol to his head and fired. Ian Edward Greenham was dead. Only his memories and unknown legacy, Zale, would live on in the Nomad.
The creature slithered out of Greenham through the gaping hole in his head and crawled over to the helm. It activated the distress beacon and waited.

Part III

Personal Information:

Name
Lt. Ian Stone Virgil Fisher
Rank
Black Squadron Crewman (a.k.a. toilet cleaning noob)
Age
26
Height
61
Weight
165 lbs
Hair Color
Brown/blond
Eye Color
Green
Planet of Origin
Cargo hold of Liberty Prison Freighter, New Dublin System
Basic Personality Traits:
Fisher has a short temper and a foul mouth. Drunken antics aside hes shy and very independent. His humor is offensive, cynical, sarcastic, and/or just plain inappropriate. Contrary to how he was raised, he does have good manners. When in groups he is unfamiliar with he acts very formal, where as he will begin to open up with people he is more accustomed to. He is very serious about his work and will do whatever it takes to finish the job. Most people are intimidated by him. He is a fine lover of women.
Ship Class:
Black Squadron Order and Allied (Corsair) Bombers
Other:
As his name hints he has an obsession with the sea and fish (sharks), thats why he bought a pet land shark named Sharky (when Sharky died the next day Fisher made a necklace out of his teeth and ate the remains). He got the nickname Stone for three reasons: 1. it sounds cool. 2. one day he showed up on Essex with a gash on his cheek when his wife threw a stone at his face for looking at another woman on their honeymoon (he grew a beard to cover up the scar). 3. His expressionless stone-face. He decided to name the Nomad in his head Ziggy after the pathetic gay Rheinland reporter he was ordered to protect and had to demonstrate self-control so he wouldnt kill the man. Hes also racist against the Kusari because of the war Bretonia is in with them. He can always be seen wearing his old Bretonian navy jacket over his Order uniform with a black market shotgun slung over his shoulder.

Background Information:

Yeah, his mom got knocked up on a prison freighter. He was raised in the lower slums of Leeds until he was 16 when his mother was arrested again for smuggling almost every kind of contraband recognized by the Bretonian Armed Forces. For two years he lived with is girlfriend until she got pregnant and he got the boot. He registered with the Bretonian Armed Forces and reported to the Essex for immediate training. As his transport neared the Essex it was nearly clipped in half by an asteroid. Damn Hackers launched an asteroid through a jump gate. The rock collided with Leeds and wrecked his girlfriends home city. Her bastard dad died. Served him right. Luckily his girlfriend was away from the crash, but she was getting an abortion and seeing another guy. For the next eight years Fisher trained and ascended the ranks to Lt. and a Black Watch Commando. In addition, he got married to Cambridge royalty (as the years went by, he found her to be a complete bitch). While on patrol with Rho Squad of the Black Watch he picked up a distress beacon and told his squad.
What? Sir, Im gonna need you to repeat that, over. His accent was so thick it was hard for most people to understand him. Even his squad had trouble.
Looks like another ghost ship. Ill check it out alone. Fisher docked with the ghost ship.
What did he say?
Hell if I know Stupid git.
As Fisher entered he saw the body of some poor sonofabitch who capped himself.
The Nomad saw its new host. It attacked. Within seconds it was inside Fisher. Something was wrong. It couldnt assert its control. Fishers body was riddled with legal and illegal implants like stimulants, enhancers, and a weak EMP for instance. Plus, fisher had a stronger will than Greenham, as well several brain implants. All the creature could do is talk.
Human, you will serve as my host. I am Demonray. I have tainted your body with a deadly weapon. Take me to Omicron 100 or I will kill you. The creature had no idea how to talk.
Youre bluffin ya dumb ****. Fisher said. He was right. The creature didnt know jack ****. All it knew was where the order was, the power of Zale, and that it had to kill its infected hosts to activate it. Aside from that it didnt know jack ****. It didnt even know about the famous Liberty presidential candidate Jack Schitt. Also, it didnt know how to infect or rather take over Fisher.
Fisher planted a bomb, blew the ship and flew back with Rho squadron and wrote the report as a retard who shot himself cause he was stupid. The whole way back Demonray tried to explain its case. It just pissed off Fisher. Three hours of this thing talking.
God Damn it! Fine! ****ing fine! You blooding ****ing wanker Ill go to Omicron to get you out of my ****ing head!
Perfect so get going.
In a rage Fisher took a weeks leave, went to the pub on Leeds, got pissed drunk, went home and told his wife, slapped her, geared up and took off in his Templar. Since he was drunk, he set the auto-pilot to Omicron 100. Hi picked up a copy of the Kusaris Muses Musings, a book of poetry his wife bought as a bathroom reader, to put him to sleep. He opened the first page and began to drift off to sleep when a picture of his wife slipped out of the pages. She gave it to him for his birthday when he would be in Rheinland for 6 months.
Whats that doin there? Thisll make this long flight shorter A screw it. He just fell asleep anyway.
While he snored like a pig with a baseball lodged in his throat he had a disturbing dream. It was of a man from the past, at least 800 years murdering a woman and a child. He awoke in a sweat. Wheres the picture? Ah, still in my pocket. Hope no one searches me for contraband. Though I wouldnt mind a frisking from the female patrollers.
As he entered Omicron 100 a dozen strange ships surrounded him.
Holy **** whats the bloody Order doing here?!
He received a message from the blockade. Nomad, surrender to us.
Ah **** me