//An entire thread devoted to my untold stories. Some are works in progress, some are completed works. Each post will be for a new character. And instead of adding new posts for sections of my stories, I instead will update previous posts and list the times updated. Feed back here.
//The following is a story for my smuggler *CBF*The.Inquisitor
A man sat shrouded in his cockpit, surrounded by a hazy aura as he sipped from a small glass. The lighting was dim in his ship, it was how he liked it, he was the only organic member of this crew, he liked that too. His ship was currently on Kirkwall base, undergoing refuelling, he let the soundproofed armor plating keep out the din of workers scrambling about. It had been some time he had remained in the employment of the CBF, and he was fairly certain things were taking interesting turns. His thoughts drifted elsewhere, interesting turns, life changing events. Again he thought to his younger years, when he was a just a fledling trader.
He thought to his wife, ah how he loved her so, on the topic of love his thoughts also drifted to the other two loves of his life. His children, his wife had bore two fine sons for him. That was so long ago, he guessed around 30 years or so. "Has it really been that long?" he thought to himself silently, he had stopped caring for his age a long time ago. He remembered watching them grow up, Daniel and Johan, Daniel was younger, but always eager. He had planned on teaching Johan how to fly, and his trade runs, and introducing him to the people who could help him to success. He followed the events in his mind, from their birth, to their first steps; they had done everything together. He followed their lives, and was joyous about it, until his memory came around the year 790 A.S.
He remebered the date, because of the wars going on, but that was it. Then he used to move goods for Dauman, a Rheinland based company, and it was quite profitable. One day he was near Planet Hamburg, and was showing Johan the proper way to pilot a ship of that size, and he was adapting quite well, he let him fly a little. Unfortunately Johan brought the ship inbetween two lanes for incoming traffic, and a USI shipment was coming through. The USI train came through, slicing his Golem in half. The figure visibly cringed at this.
His wife and Daniel had been in the rear half of the ship, and Johan at the helm with him. The ships automated response systems could only do so much, he sucessfully managed to get Johan into a suit, and get him into an escape pod. He slammed the eject button for it to go, but it jammed. He raced over to the computer and quickly tapped in a series of commands in a desperate attempt to free the pod. By this time the front half of the ship was almost in the atmosphere of Planet Hamburg. He finally managed to get hte pod to eject, and raced for the other one for his own escape. But by that time the planet had a visceral grip over his ship, and flung him into the front window, spider cracks emerging. The ship dived, gaining speed as it made a crash course into a desolate area of the planet. He climbed from the window he had impacted with, only seconds remaining and made it to the escape pod, and closed the door.
Then the ship impacted. He had no time to hit the eject button, so the ship (What was left of it after going through the atmosphere) and his person collided with the ground, hard. He blacked out, the last defence he had against such injuries.
He didn't know it, but that escape pod saved his life.
He awoke to hear noises in the ship, scuffling, the sound of rummaging. He tried to move, but when he did his whole body was racked with immense pain, and he blacked out again. Waking he felt signifigantly better, his vision was no longer completely shrouded in black, he could see. He looked where there was supposed to be a window in the pod, to see a giant piece of metal over the window. He saddened as the sounds of shuffling had dissapeared. He reached for his belts, and unstrapped them, through the immense pain that it took for him to move, then passed out as he hit the floor. He woke once more to the sounds of people, the soundof moving metal.
The large sheet of metal blocking his view was removed, and there he saw a wiry looking man, suprised, really suprised. And blackness descended upon him again. He woke up, and his whole body was sore, but he felt no pain, he looked about and was in the residence of an above average person, obviously having money ill gotten. He was impressed, even more so by the bed he was lying on, he looked about, and realised that he could hardly move. A figure he had not noticed before moved, and was above him instantly.
"Hey, don't try to move, you are going to just hurt your self some more, you were in bad enough condition as it was. I had to bandage most of your body, but don't worry, you are in good hands."
//This character is a recent one, and one I am proud of.
Johan when he was younger, was in the process of being trained by his father to pilot his ship. Unfortunately one day, he flew the ship between two lanes, and it was sheared clean in half. And he made it away, but lost his father, mother and brother in the process.
He was 11 at the time, and he dreamed about it all the time. After the crash he was soon picked up by rescue forces, and he was taken into an orphanage. He spent a lot of time there, and made some valuable friends, one especially. Hans Nietsche, everyone called him 'Hans'. For as long as he could remember his time in the orphanage, his time was spent in the company of Hans. Around 18 (797 A.S.) Han and Johan both applied for the Rheinland military, they were both accepted and began a very tough training regime. He was considered an average fighter by most, but Han far surpassed all expectations.
Around the age of 21 (200 A.S.) Johan was getting ready to head out on patrol with Hans, when a loud voice came over the locker room communication relay.
"Hans, please report to the Medical wing for your mandatory physical exam."
Johan looked at Hans, "Huh, that's odd, I thought we did not have to take them anymore..."
Hans smiled at him and flexed briefly, "It's not a problem bruder, I will be back in no time, don't leave the Westfallen without me."
With that Hans finished getting dressed and left the locker room, with a final wave good bye. Johan made it out to the landing pad alone, and began prepping his wraith for flight, and yet Hans was no where to be seen.
An hour later he was still alone, and had begun to worry where Hans was, and wether or not he should go it alone.
Then that same voice came over the intercoms "Officer Wake, please report to medbay for your scheduled exams."
Hans thought to himself 'I never scheduled any exams, I wonder what this could be about..."
He made his way to the medbay, feeling alone without his friend, like he had lost someone important. As he approached the medbay the feeling of anxiety increased, and with each step it increased. He was finally at the door, and opened it, what he saw on the other side was shocking.
Hans lay on a bed, passed out, a doctor standing over him with a bloody scalpel. He stepped in the room, and someone closed the door behind him.
"Ah perfect timing mein herr, you are just in time to join your friend." a voice said, slowly becoming more sinister as each syllable was spoken.
He looked around, and there were 5 people about, 3 officers, someone of very high rank and the surgeon, he panicked. He did not know what was happening, but knew he had to get out, he threw a punch at the nearest officer.
The officer deftly blocked it, and deflected his arm, unbalancing Johan for a few second, just enough time for one of the other officers to land a solid punch on him. Johan went down with a thud, and his vision dimmed. He vaguely noticed figures moving about, and did not notice when his body was moved to an operating table. He lay face down, and was recovering quickly from the trauma of the blow, his senses rushed back to him.
He was being restrained to the table face down, so he could not fight. Any parts of him that could not be restrained were being held down by the officers.
The doctor spoke in a baby-ish tone "It's ok Johan, do not fight it, this choice was made by a greater mind, you are to become something beautiful and powerful. You will bring us to our goals. Together we will reach our goals."
His last thoughts were that of the doctors smile, at him, how sincere it seemed. And his brother.
He awoke, in his bed, as if nothing had happened, and thought it must have been some fantastical dream, then his body began doing things against his will. his body dressed itself, and steered him to his ship.
Time passed, and his body worked without his consent he had helped many more people into a position much like his. He had no name for them, until one day it struck him, they would be called 'The Infested'. He watched as they controlled, watch his actions, at this point he considered himself both lucky, and damned. He was lucky, that he had one small part of his mind to himself, but he was damned because he would never be able to have his body.
After a long time, he had stopped caring for time passed a while past, he had seen 'The Infested' suffer, something had happened that had loosened their grip on his body, so he fought.
Johan reached up and scratched his face, an itch that had been there for a long time. And the amazment hit him, he just did that, not the 'Infested' within him. He immediatly regained control of his ship, and trying to remember how to fly it, he guided it towards the sun.
The distance passed slowly, 10 kilometers out, then 9 kilometers, then 8 kilometers, then 7 kilometers. Johan knew he needed to hurry, his time was short, he wanted to end it, and deal with the consequences later. 5 kilometers, the ships computers gave a warning "Warning, entering sun corona."
Johan finally would be free! All the time he had spent to himself, trying to pass the time quicker, waiting for the end.
A sharp pain overtook Johan, nothing like he had ever felt, he cried out in pain as he felt like he was being ripped apart, from the inside out. He lost control, puked and finally blacked out. He awoke, in the same recess of what used to be a mind once belonging to himself. He tried to move, but found he could not; his body was no longer his own.
In his mind, he looked through the eyes, that were once his, but now only seemed as a window in a house, and all he could do was look. He was on a frozen planet, his ship, already frosting over.
"Welcome," said a voice in his head.
//This was my application into the RM, which I was accepted.
Age: 35
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 190 lb.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Planet/Station of Origin: Planet New Berlin
Background Information:
Lutz was born on Planet New Berlin, to a family of mediocre standings. All throughout his schooling his grades would fluctuate between good and horrible. His mother worked at home, while his father was a desk jockey in the RFP. During his years in school, his grades always were below standard, or above average, never maintaining a steady grade. His parents constantly received notifications about late work and his constant napping class.
After his schooling, he enlisted in the Rheinland Military. He was accepted after a mental test (which showed scores that contradicted with his school grades) and a physical exam. He went through six months of rigorous training where he reached his physical peak. At this point Lutz was 18, and the year was 801 A.S..
Lutz was then assigned to a prison liner that would transport criminals from prisons amongst bases and planets to Vierland Prison. He was a simple Jailor at the time.
One day there was an escape, and a prisoner had made it to a shuttle, which he (The prisoner) was using to escape, Lutz immediatly took a fighter and pursued, he then shot and disabled the ship (More a spur of luck that he did not destroy the shuttle). This happened when Lutz was 22, during 805A.S.
Lutz liked the feel of flying, and even though he almost fried the circuit boards in getting the ship into space and shooting at the shuttle, he thought he could learn how to fly. He requested, and began, a course on piloting. His skill was average, but his prior effort (And his patriotism) gained him a spot amongst the pilots that held Liberty at bay. He unfortunately only made it to the Secondary fleet of the Military. Lutz was 25 at this time, during the year 808 A.S..
Lutz was originally assigned to battleship Westfallen, guarding the borders for smugglers and Liberty forces, but in 810A.S. he was reassigned to the battleship Altenburg in Stuggart. And was still kept aboard the Altenburg in 813 A.S. when it was stationed once again to Dresden.
Lutz is also notable for his sense of camaraderie, he treats any unit he is in as a family, and in many cases this gives him the push he needs to finish a fight. However this makes him appear clingy to people, and has put off many people from getting personal with him.
As an example of his devotion, he volunteered to hold of incoming enemy forces to but his squad mates time to escape one day in Dresden. As the Hessians swarmed his ship, he fought until his squad mates were far enough, then luckily managed to fall back to the Altenburg. His ship was missing both wings as well as the shield generator, but he was happy to see his friends alive. They bought the drinks in the bar afterwards.
This day Lutz is stationed on the Westfallen and performs short range patrols of the Hamburg system. He spends most of his days doing paper work, and writing a novel/book that he one day aspires to have published. He is single, and has made effort to remedy this, but to no avail, and the reason why pervades him.
His application for transfer to the primary fleet was as a sort of remedy to his daily life, which was becoming a regimented routine. He knows that in joining the primary fleet he will be able to change this up and advance things in his life, and hopefully find someone who he can become close to.
Basic Personality Traits:
Procrastinator, smart, witty (sometimes), a pilot of average skill, tends to hum dirges when nervous.
It was an average day, the sky above him, people all around him, trying to live a normal life. It was nice, and he had known nothing else but the peace he had. He was currently with his friends, over some friends place, relaxing. Then it all fell apart, he heard sirens, and saw ships in the sky. He was not sure what was going on, and then it happened.
From inside his friends mother came, and she told them they were leaving, now. "Where are we going?! What's going on?" He asked worriedly.
"Not now, we need to go, the planet is under attack!" She said, grabbing him by the hand, with her son in hand too and leaving. "But what about mom, she will be fine, right?" He pleaded, wanting to know.
"Yes, she will make it out too, I promise." She said to assure the boy, not even sure if they would make it out.
They raced, the young Richard Pitts, tagging along, they made it to the door. The door was opened and he saw a man, one that became famous afterwards, he took hold of him, and threw him into the land vehicle. The next fifteen minutes of Richards life was hectic, being tossed into a pirate Train, and abandoning the planet, he watched as mushroom clouds rose, and all he knew was destroyed.
The next ten years of his life were spent on Mull, learning how to pilot, and fight. The next six were spent in combat, earning his way up the ranks. He was known to frequent brothels, and one good friends mothers house quite often....
he ended up leading convoys of ragtag traders, a small flotilla of trading vessels, until he one day turned from that life, and settled in for a fight. Corsairs had been his enemies since he was young, and he was finally ready to make a difference. He worked aboard a Scylla, the Home.One, for about two years, learning the inner and outer workings. One day the ship was wrecked, trashed, the only survivor being him. He managed to fix the engines, and get it to Foyle. He spent a long time fixing it, and brought it up to working condition. It now flies again, and he heads it, hoping to spearhead the assault on the Corsair homeworld one day. He will be the one launching the nukes then, and watching the escape craft burn, one day.
Bart Harrel was born on Planet Leeds, and was enlisted in boarding schools, and BAF flight schools since a young age. His parents would fill his head with stories of grandeur about a place better, beautiful and clean. He would listen intently for hours, and it would be something he though about later in life when he would be alone in the barracks at the flight camp trying to find sleep. When he finally graduated the school, he served a term, and left Bretonia, in seek of something better, that place he dreamed of. He chased it wildly for years, the closest being Planet Gran Canaria, but even that was not enough.
He then ran into Gothera, and his cause, and Bart was charmed immediately. He explained his cause, and Bart decided that this place he had been promised, was where Gothera would lead him. Bart is considered a zealot by the people who are close to him, he would fight to the death to see this place revealed. And has fought for a few years under the banner, working as a grunt. He realizes his position, but acknowledges the importance of grunts.
Bart was given his Sabre when he joined, and he flew it. Then later on he got a Barghest constructed for himself, and has found that to be a luxurious addition to his cause. But he craved for something bigger, bigger then the Rogue Gunboat he flew. He found it, a Kusari Explorer, beaten, and abandoned. He had some Molly's bring it in to Foyle shipyard, where he worked on it, mostly alone, thankful for the space the Molly's had let him use. It is now currently fully functional. The original guns were unable to be Salvaged, but Bart got some off of the Molly's and it is combat ready.