Lugo
| Kal Joel Lugo | |
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| Profile | |
| Origin |  Republic of Liberty |
| Gender | Male |
| Affiliation | Bounty Hunters Guild |
| Status | Active |
| Born | Unknown/~794 A.S., Planet Houston, Texas (Age: ~27) |
| Died | Still alive |
K. J. Lugo is an active independent Bounty Hunter born in the Texas system, lived his youth in the misery and shadow of Planet Houston.
Orphanag
Early Life
Lugo was born presumably on Planet Houston in the late 794 A.S. was left in an orphanage as a kid. Between work and sleep he had little time which he invested in visits to the nearby Houston's Starport, watching the ships fly away from the the planet slums. Until on the year of 805 A.S. the orphanage was set of fire by local bandits that had a taking off of one of the orphanage's older inhabitants. Luckfuly there were no casualties but unfortunately the orphanage owners didn't have any funds to rebuild it and left the kids wandering on the streets, looking for a job. Most of them found jobs and shelters at local markets, ship dealers, mechanics. Lugo with a couple of other orphans found themselves with a band of local Bounty Hunters who took them of pity under their shelter. The Hunters eventually found potential in some of the boys and girls and started training them in various skills. Shooting, gun engineering, mechanics, tracking, some of which the found quite useful later.
Life with the Hunters
Eventually some of the orphans were allowed to join their gang in some of the local bandit hunts. Some of them did quite well. So months, years have passed, doing regular jobs with the hunters, taking apart fragments of ships in the scrapyard, working as a mechanic in the local vehicle and ship vendor. He didn't think that he will even get off the planet and he grew with the thought of that. But Lugo didn't mind, despite the hard life on Planet Houston he had found a family with the Bounty Hunters and didn't care about anything else, but hunting, fixing and basically working. All the money he had he spent either on ammunition, parts for his self made star fighter, or in the flight and combat simulators.
Life sucks and chances are always against you
One day in the year of 813 A.S. In another regular job deep in the desert. Some of the larger local bandit gangs had just pillaged a settlement and their group was contacted to deal with this matter. Most of the veteran hunters were unfortunately were on a hunt in the nearby Bering system for some more organized group of pirates were terrorizing the passing convoys. So Lugo, four of the inexperienced hunters one veteran hunter, along with some law enforcers and mercenaries hired back in the city, formed a twenty-one person gang for the job. With a couple of vehicles, two light sand runners and an APC they reached the coordinates, to which some of the bandits were tracked, in a couple of days. The sight however wasn't pleasing. They witness a large spire coming out of the sand, definitely not the hideout of some lowlife bandits, but some more organized group. Shortly after than a blast was heard and one of the sand runners were blown to pieces along with its driver and gunner. Blasts started coming from every direction, mercs, enforcers, some of his fellow hunters gunned down.
Sound File Attached:
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Bravo Two: .... This is Bravo Two..... Sergeant Lugo, calling for..... rendezvous a hill..... 300 meters east of our last position.....
Kappa Three: ....Kappa Three here we are taking a lot of fire... DAMN IT WATCH OUT CLEAR THE BLA.... *static*...
Kappa Five: ...Kappa Five... we lost....Kappa Three, most of the Charlie Merc Squad... and the APC... pull back!... PULL BACK!... This is Kappa Five we are reading a sand storm approaching.... rendezvous.... at Bravo One's location.... 270 meters south-east.... we'll have.... better.... chances with the.... storm there....
Lambda One: ....This is Lambda Squad Leader we copy ETA three minutes....
Charlie Two: ....This ain't what I was paid for... *blast*... we surrender, SURREND...*gunshot*
Kappa Five: ....Damn mercs... This is Kappa Five with whats left.... *blast* of Kappa squad.... we are nearing the rendezvous point.... provide cover fire....
Bravo Four: .... This is Bravo Four.... I lost contact with my squad.... Colonel... need instructions...
Bravo Two: ....This is Bravo Two speaking.... negative, the Colonel is dead.... follow my instructions rookie....
Bravo Four: ....Hh god we are dead...
Bravo Two: .... Head to the coordinates.... we are.... sending.... ASAP if you want to live Bravo Four....
Kappa Five: .... Where did they... get so.... much firepower from....
Bravo Two: .... To all bravo units near the hill, provide.... cover fire for Kappa and Lambda squads....
Bravo Four: .... Hh sh... *blast*....*static*
Bravo Two : .... Damn marauders....
Kappa Five: ... To all units this is Kappa Five, we've got Sand Storm incoming, ETA 1 minute. We will use the storm ...*gunshot*... cover...*sigh*....
Bravo Two: ... Oh shit we lost Kappa Five... to all units, gather... and stay low... we will use the Storm for cover and regroup....
Bravo Three: .... Here we go!!!.....
Kappa Six: I hate sand stor....*static*...
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