((// NOTE: These bio's are a prelude to a story my friend and I will be writing. I will also have this character in freelancer game. We thought that these bio's may seem like a story, but they show the background information and the attitude of each character. We may decide to post the story in the story section later. Thank you, and we really appreciated feedback! \\))
Captain Vash
Captain Vash was an orphan, or had been as long as she could remember. She had only one childhood memory, from when she was fourteen. They had her in a bright room. They questioned her, but she couldnt remember what They wanted to know.
The next thing she remembered was waking up suddenly, only a couple months ago. She was lying in a very dark room. The second she jumped up, alarms exploded. Within seconds, a handful of strong men were rushing around the room. Two of the largest of them grabbed her arms with an iron grip, dragged her out of the room and slammed her onto a table.
Thats when the D?j? vu hit. She had been there before, but couldnt remember when, or why. All she could remember was being scared; something told her that she needed to get out. She couldnt let it happen again. Never again.
A man with a small pistol shaped object approached her quickly. He put the object to her neck No, a voice said in her head, you have to stop him. She whipped her hand out, grabbed the pistol like object, twisted it out of his hand and fired. As the man slumped to the ground, everybody started moving. Two men ran to the mans side and three others warily started toward Vash, who now had her feet planted pointing the pistol object toward the men approaching her.
One man shrugged and said with a smile, Sleeping gun, only one shot.
Vash was not one to waste resources; she flung the sleeping gun with all her strength at the man, hitting him square in the forehead. He slouched to the ground unconscious. Before the other two men could move toward her, she was already running straight at them.
One man reached for his gun tucked away inside his coat just as Vash smashed her fist into the side of his face. She then flipped around using her foot to give the other man a strong knock to the gut. He groaned as he fell to the ground. To her surprise, Vash had somehow gotten the gun into her hand. Raising her fists, Vash looked around for the two men who had been helping the man she shot with the sleeping gun, they had disappeared.
Soldiers boots echoed down the hall. Get out. Now, said the Voice, with an odd sense of urgency. Vash ran towards to door, and kicked it open with a crash. No one was in sight, but something told her to go left. As she sprinted down the corridor, she finally saw a doorway leading away, outside. Leading to freedom.
First Mate Rim Edge Edgington
Rim strolled along the perfect paved path, smelling the perfect scents, enjoying the perfect berries. He heard his parents walking behind him, chatting softly. The sun beamed down perfectly through the leaves, making a perfect scene. As he walked around a bend in the path, he saw a small pond, several perfectly white lilies floating on its surface. He saw his clear reflection in the water, a young boy-
Rim gasped awake. Slowly, he remembered where he was in his smooth walled and well lit apartment. Why was he having these dreams? He knew something was wrong, something about his whole life. Something about this world he was on, the things he did. Something was not right. Or was it too right?
He stumbled out of his bed towards the sink. He turned on the water and watched the perfectly clear, cool water pour out. He cupped water with his hands, and splashed it in his face. Why does this keep happening? I keep dreaming my childhood. Things that I cant even remember. Whats wrong with me? He walked back into his room, put on some clothes, and grabbed his keycard. He shook himself and said I have to leave. . . I know what I need. I need some fresh air, clear my head.
He gathered his composure, and walked over to the door. Leaving so early in the morning Edge? An AI voice pleasantly asked as he walked through the door.
Yes, yes I am. Please dont let anybody in. Ill be back later, he walked away and muttered, . . . maybe.
He swiped his keycard on a door at the end of the hall. The perfectly white door slid open and he stepped into the small elevator. Lobby, he commanded. The elevator made a perfect descent and the door swished open. He stepped into the lobby, and then made his way to the perfectly round front door.
He looked up to the sky, the perfect sky. He turned away and walked toward the hangers, the perfectly smooth rounded hangers. When he reached them, he slid his keycard and the doors opened. He watched as his small ship glided out of the darkness toward him.
He finally discovered what had been bothering him. What had been bothering him since he was an early teen. Things werent supposed to be this perfect. This wasnt how things were elsewhere. This wasnt how he was. He had to leave, somehow.
He hopped into his craft, and noticed the supply ships were landing. A thought sprang into his mind, a thought he had been taught to avoid, since he was a little boy. Could I leave with one of those? If he could somehow smuggle himself onto one of the supply ships, he could escape. Escape to the real galaxy. Be free.
Pilot Marcus Frost
Hey you! Yeah, you! Stupid dockworker! Get over here and inspect my ship, I dont have all day! Shouted an impatient trader.
Frost hated the traders. Hated all of them, especially the mainstream ones - they were the worst jerks. He made his way to the docked transport. He pushed his way through the crowds of people loading and unloading their ships. He finally saw the short fat man that was calling his name. Its about time! Now go pass it off! the man ordered.
Marcus didnt say anything to the fat man, he just moved toward the airlock. He opened the door and walked in. The airlock had extended toward the massive trading transport, so Marcus had to walk down the long extendable airlock before he could get to the actual ship.
Finally, he reached the hull. Stepping inside the ship, he saw the crew was waiting there. Marcus briskly handed them a holo-pad and had them sign there names in a few places. He then proceeded with the rest of the old routine.
So, Zan Merchants Transport Class 002B, he paused for a second, what cargo are you bringing into Raknor Orbital today? he droned.
With an air of arrogance, the trader replied, We have a hold full of diamonds. We are selling them to our client who is waiting in there. Now would you hurry up already? We cant stand around here-
Marcus interrupted, Shut up. Sign one more time here and youre done. The man signed the holo-pad once more. Then Marcus said, Your good to go, get lost.
He turned around to head back to the station when the man shouted, Hey! Get back here.
Marcus looked over his shoulder annoyed and curtly asked, What?
You dont talk to us like that, he shouted indignantly, We are a mainstream company, now you wouldnt want to ruin your companys reputation with us now would you? That would look pretty bad for your- the man looked down at his shirt as it slowly turned red. He looked back up to Marcus who had his security gun aimed directly at the tradesmans chest. The man then collapsed to the ground. Now, do any of you want to say anything? Marcus demanded. The other crew members backed away. Get your fat arses out.
Good, thats what I thought. He said with venom. Marcus stepped over the dead man. He walked deeper into their large transport. Knowing these ships like the back of his hand, he walked through corridors directly to where they kept the escort fighters docked. As he was approaching the hanger an alarm sounded.
Well that was quick, he muttered to himself. He then ducked through the hanger doors and found a nice small civilian escort ship. This will do just fine.
Engineer Conrad Sharp
Blast it! wheezed Conrad as he ran.
I was sure they wouldnt catch us, said one of his friends, a redhead. They had just thrown paint sprays at the schools back doors. It shouldve worked out fine, and given them a good laugh. Why had the janitor been cleaning back there at this time of day, anyways?
Well they friggin did, you idiot! said Conrad, Ah, jeez. More cops. Conrad stepped in front of his redhead friend, making it look like he had been pushed out of the way.
The cops were almost there. What wasat? demanded the redhead. The cops brought their hover car next to them. He was busted. Hey, it was the blond, fools! he shouted at them as they pushed him into the hover car.
It was me? argued, Whad I do? Ya just pushed me out of your way!
Dont worry, said one of the policemen, weve got this punk.
As the police hover car drove away, Conrad heaved a sigh of relief. Man, that was close. Almost busted, he said to himself. Luckily Josh was stupid enough to mess up. Josh and he had gone to the school, to throw a paint sprayer at the back door. It was supposed to be a nice laugh, but the janitor had seen them and called the police. When they saw what the janitor was doing, they ran out of there as quick as their legs could carry them.
Conrad was nearing his house, when he started to hope his dad didnt ask what he had been doing this evening. Nah, he wont be asking, Conrad thought with a smirk, hes on one of his business trips.
Conrad unlocked his door, and quietly walked in. As he walked up his stairs, he stopped for a moment to gaze at a photo of him and his mother, when he was six years old. She had died in a hover bus accident a month later, and his father was never the same. Always doing work, always busy, Conrads father hardly had any time for him. He remembered a few camping trips with his father, though. They were the best moments of his life a lot better than running from cops in their hover cars.
Man, I have to get out of here. I cant take this anymore, he said as he slouched in front of his holo comp. Just then, something caught his eye. One of his fathers credit cards, his ticket out of here. He was only 17, but his friends told him that, with fake ID, he could easily pass for 22.
Grabbing the card, he dashed for his room. Grabbing a quick bag of essentials, he stuffed his wallet into his back pocked. 230 credits should do enough for a fake ID, he said to himself. Dashing out the door, he decided to run toward the slums, he knew someone there that made fake IDs.
Sure, at the end of the month, when the credit card bill came, his father would be able to find out where he had gone. But hey, hed be long gone by then. Off the planet, out of the system. Free.
Weapon Specialist Miranda White
Miranda learned to survive when she was young. Her family was almost destitute, and she rarely saw her parents because they had to work so much just to keep alive. She lived on the streets, owned them. It was survival of the fittest out there, and she seemed to be one of the fittest.
Climb to the top or die at the bottom, Miranda told her street gang, and I aint dyin, so lets do this right. She clapped her hands and yelled, Dismissed!
Her gang of about fifteen started scrambling around, grabbing weapons and all sorts of other War Tools.
It was time to kill - or climb - as she thought of it. Tonight was the night, the night to sneak into the opposing gangs compound and destroy them. Not in their sleep of course, that would be cowardly. Miranda didnt kill people when it wasnt fair. Shed rather fight them face to face and see their expression when they just got beat by an eighty pound girl.
Tonight would be a tough one. Infamous for wiping out other gangs in a matter of minutes, the opposing gang was a well known street gang. Their compound was all the way on the other side of town, and it was big.
That evening, Mirandas gang met up for a final briefing. Their gang is bigger, better, and tougher. They have a huge, well defended compound, which means they have a lot more members. Chances are theyre better shooters then us as well. So, lets take em down, and lets do it fast.
As usual, we aint travelin in one big group; people will think were up to something. I dont care how you get there, just be at the rendezvous point by 2:00 am. I aint gonna wait for you, so be there on time. She instructed them
Every member of Mirandas gang was there right on schedule, at 2:00 am. Lets do this. Miranda said through her teeth.
Miranda led her gang to the huge wooden front doors. She lined all of them up in positions and gave the signal.
BOOM! The door exploded off its hinges and flew back into the compound. Mirandas gang stormed into the compound with guns pointed everywhere. Shots rang out as guards were killed. It was silent; Mirandas gang was in perfect position aiming in every which direction. Some where kneeling in front, others standing with two hand guns stretched before them.
The signal came, Mirandas two snipers where in place. It was time to move. Move in! Miranda screamed. She didnt care if the entire galaxy heard her now. Her gang moved forward, spreading through different doors, down different halls.
The battle began.