Name: Noxis "Nox" Terraphia
Species: Human
Age: 21
Sexuality: Straight
Birth: UGC Yggdrasil, in transit near Trappist-6 system
Height: 5"3' (discounting Noxis' arguments that hair counts)

Appearance:
Short and lithely built with a young voice, Noxis looks far younger than he is chronologically, comparable to that of a human teenager. Thin and androgynous, he is often mistaken for a kid and annoys him when he is attempting to impose a sense of authority. Much of his skin looks scarred and unnatural, being discoloured like a bruise and is painful to the touch. Consequently, he is often seen in loose, baggy clothing that further reinforces his image of a teenager wearing clothes far too large for them. His go-to choice is a long sleeved navy T-shirt and pants, but he also likes to simply wear fieldwork armour.



Personality:
Laid-back and relaxed, it's a wonder how Noxis keeps his job. He rarely takes his scouting duties seriously, often wandering off places he was never designated and sometimes keeping souvenirs and trinklets for himself. Although it may be late, he is a 'reliable' worker who always comes up with a detailed analysis backed up with his sharp eye and keen observations. However, he has been previously reprimanded for his 'reckless unsanctioned improvisations', though the message never got to Noxis.

He likes a good downtime more than anything, and could try to find any sort of loophole to earn him extra sleep time. Although he comes off as very friendly and helpful, his views are quite often very cynical and critical, especially of authority figures. Either working alone or within a group, he does not mind, although he seems to lean on teamplay to cover his inherent weaknesses of a scout. Or perhaps it is because it's easier to steal stuff in a group, though Noxis will never admit that.

Noxis tends to be good enough at keeping relationships on a 'friendly' and 'collegue' level, but he will avoid any closer sort of relationship. He will joke around and never truly consider anyone else as his friend, keeping everyone at a certain calculated distance in case they end up on the wrong side of his fieldwork. This of course, means that he feels lonely most of the time despite being surrounded by what others believe is his friends. But Noxis knows that this was the path he had to walk, and he cannot turn back now.

When given a certain target or duties relating to his 'dodgy' line of work, he will continue to joke around until enacting the mission, after which he will make a very startling turn of personality. Discarding all of his jokes and carefree attitude, Noxis becomes a laconic, cold professional that only cares about the task he is given. He will ignore previous relationships or morals, only that he finishes the job. Perhaps this is his true nature, and his flighty outward persona is a mask to deal with the consequences of his actions.

Role: Field Recon, WRAITH Enforcer (Infiltrator)
Nox's official role is field scouting and reconnaissance. Although deep terrain scanning and drones are able to cover most of the alien territory at large, there are still areas that are left unexplored and unable to be explored by simple drone scans. Either they are obstructed geographically or they require closer attention - this is where field recon agents like Nox comes in. Equipped with scanners, micro-drones and a trusty scout rifle, Nox defends field scientists, maps out hard to reach areas and tracks animals and other autonomous targets.

Nox's other more...deviant role is being a WRAITH enforcer. With the Phantasm augmentation, Nox's strong suit of infiltration can also be re-kitted towards assassination. Nox despises the role and hopes that he will never have to enact upon his duties, but if he is charged with such a duty, his primary focus is assassinating key figures and working with other WRAITH agents to enforce order and focus on the primary objective of the Andromeda project.





Previous Branch: Wyvern Cadets - REGIS Corps

Biography:
Born into a wealthy arms trade "family", Noxis wasn't really given a choice on his career path. In fact, despite being human his birth was a very genetically engineered, augmentation heavy one - a vessel for a specific purpose. To carry an augmentation called the Phantasm System - a highly experimental camoflague system that would project a optic distortion field to mask one's presence both visually and digitally. It aimed to replicate Utarah levels of augmentation in humans and raise human soldier competitiveness in the specialist market - but the augmentation rejected Noxis' physiology and left Noxis with many disabilities including stunted growth, chronic cluster headaches and retrograde/anterograde amnesia. Noxis endured many years of gene therapy and augmentations to offset his conditions, although it never fully cured his headaches. By the time he was out of his therapies, he was already old enough to be inducted into his planterary cadets program, the Wyvern Cadets.

Understandably angry and rebellious against his authorities that deprived him of something granted so freely to others, he left the cadets early to join a fringe mercenary group called the REGIS Corps. Outside of both the legal and conventional moral systems, this mercenary group was specialized in off-the-books enforcement and "peacekeeping", most notably quelling rebellions and eliminating problematic figures. Due to Noxis' unique augmentation, his skillset was the perfect for an infiltrator and sniper unit, carrying out various assassinations through his self-contained omni-camo and escaping far before anyone notices his traces.

Initially serving as part of the vanguard teams that ran at the forefront of REGIS operations, Caesar-2 and Nero-1, Noxis' willingness for morally dubious actions in service of ensuring the mission's holistic completion let him join the much more secretive and darker chain of operatives, the Damocles fireteam. Listed only as an old callsign that was discontinued years before Noxis' conception, the Damocles fireteam had an instrumental task in several undisclosed operations. After a certain mission, Noxis decided to leave the Damocles fireteam - a controversial decision given the gravity of Noxis' knowledge and participation in the Damocles missions. Traditionally, the only way out of the Damocles fireteam was death.

Thus began a game of cat and mouse - Noxis' connections he made through his brief but packed career within the underground allowed him to pull favours and cover his tracks for the initial part, and with his augmentation well suited for both stealth and exfiltration, he made sure that he left as little trace of his existence as possible. But he was also attempting to escape his old fireteam that specialized in tracking down its targets to its very last breath. For several years, Noxis lived as a fugitive from the Damocles team, each taking potshots against each other. But soon Noxis realized neither he or Damocles truly wished to make the lethal move against one another and Damocles was only pretending to hunt him down under orders of REGIS. Noxis decided that there was only one way to resolve this 'peacefully' was to leave the galaxy entirely.

The solution would come in the form of the Andromeda project. The only thing he had the skillset for was the position of enforcer of the WRAITH protocol. essentially sleeper agents that aimed to quell attempts of mutiny in case things went awry. Undoubtably, Noxis' moral detachment and previous work in REGIS made him a prime candidate. Apart from his enforcer position, he managed to secure a recon and scouting duty. Aboard the Monolith, perhaps he would finally be able to leave everything behind and make a life of his own choosing.

Affiliations: U.A.F, WRAITH

Relationships: Noxis has no interest in romance or companionship. Instead, he had a grassroots network of associates that he trades 'favours' with, which came especially handy during his escape from Damocles.

Trivia #1
Noxis has a sweet-tooth and is very susceptible to bribery. However, it does no favours to his image of an immature kid and so he tries to eat them in secret. His favourite is chocolate chip cookies, and will cry if you give him raisin ones in disguise.

Trivia #2
Noxis has a sniper-bullet necklace, fired at him by his collegues in REGIS when he was leaving for Andromeda. Although it was in technicality an 'assassination attempt', it was more a formality and a final farewell. Noxis keeps very few possessions that he keeps on a sentimentality basis, but this is one of them.

Name
Randy Sumpf


Species
Human

Age
26

Sexuality
Straight

Birth
Alpha Centuri IV

Appearance
General - A Caucasian male with brown hair, and blue eyes, square face and shorter hair. Usually seen with stubble. Does have a weak limp from his right side.

Casual attire - Typically seen in a jumpsuit of a monotone or dark color, with some form of outer clothing, either a jacket or coat.

Off ship attire - Depends on where he is going.

Height
5’9

Weight
190lbs

Personality - Nerdy, straight to the point, introverted, will try and find ways out of most work, more of a hands on individual. Is claustrophobic in ships, and somewhat claustrophobic in caves and structures. Somewhat Opinionated, specially for things he would know. Is hostile outside of environments he would feel physically safe in, can be considered cowardly if not in a closed area as he is likely to run during a fight or engagement. But this also may be due to lack of training and discipline. Very materialistic, and is usually over prepared and over encumbered due to this fact.

Personality Off duty- typically seen in a book, having a drink, or relaxing somewhere the has a nice view of something. Lackadaisical, aloof, out of place and claustrophobic around large groups of people. Is more in place with small groups of people, or quiet area's that are wide an open.

Personality On duty ship based- typically seen lounging around, waiting to do his job, or have something that relates to his job brought up. Quick to annoy, claustrophobic and more interested in having something happen quickly. Stand offish at time, specially during briefings as it seems that he is out of place.

Personality on duty planet side- On the ground he is far more lively and active to those around him and the area. He is far more approachable and likeable when not on a ship or confined space as he isn't as stand offish.

Role
Cartographer/Archeologist/Anthropologist (or future version of Anthropologist)

Equipment
Weapons -
Alpha Centuria Systems Modular Rifle system- a rifle that is completely interchangeable with parts to make it a different style of weapon in a few minutes. It can fit into a modern rifle case that is several inches thicker. Set with four standard variations. But there were several additive ones, such as a hunting rifle style of fire with a replaced bolt system meant for longer, but similar sized bullets to which it normally fires.
Standard around size 7.62x39
Hunting varient 7.62x208



Tyrell Arms lite, Heron light personal defense weapon, a 5.7 caliber pistol with 16 shots per magazine.



Data-Slate & stylus
-solar recharger

Backpack

Tent Pack

Thick case

Writing pad and pen

Flashlight

Mess kit

Shovel

Excavation kit

Hunting Knife

2 x25 ft ropes.
1 x150 ft cord

Tyrus explorators suit - a jumpsuit with an attachable helmet that can be used in a vacuum if needed.


Standard clothing items

Previous Branch
Explorators United- a nonprofit group of scientists specialized in geography, cartography, and other social sciences.

Biography
Born into a small family on one of humanity’s first colonies outside of its own solar system, Randy was raised to be a restaurant owner just like his father. With his wage, he soon paid for the first of his non basic studies at the College of South New Kentucky at Alpha Centuria. Finding that we was decent at making maps, and he was intrigued by history, he made his own pathway. Soon finding himself in a group of individuals where he met the group which would allow him to become apart of the new frontier outside the Milky Way.

He would continue his studies while making friends within the currently school based organization, around students who wanted to explore the stars. He pressed their president at the time to push the organization off world and actually do it. And there the organization had gotten their first ship, ‘The Stars of Orion’. A small personal ship which could be considered the hippy van of space.

When he first joined the Explorators United, they were starting to become small organization with several freighter and small frigate sized ships based on helping frontier colonies in the Milky Way, and was soon found to be a decent individual, when it became time to choose who would be the one presented by the group to be one of the pathfinders. He was chosen mainly because of his dedication to his work as well as his fundamental ideas of the organization that he could expand it in the new worlds soon to be explored and colonized due to humanity.

Affiliations
Explorators United, College of South New Kentucky Alpha Centuria.

Kiviere ‘Kivi’ Panthera | Human | 24 | 5’5

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Birth

Kivi was born on the planet Yvolda III, a Human planet in the Yvolda system. The days on Yvolda last thirty hours long, however the year itself has less days than Earth years, resulting in the age of it’s colonists being listed as being higher than it would have been if they were on Earth.

In addition, the planet has lower working ages than those of other planets due to harsher conditions. The working age is from eleven Earth years old upwards, and they are expected to support the planet by working alongside their studies as well as anything extracurricular, leaving them questionable amounts of free time. Of course, being that young means that a child can’t very much work in physical fields, however learning to use IT and helping with electronic and non-physical tasks is still a contribution. All colonists are expected to partake in a Planetary Security And Public Defence course after the age of nine Earth years old and before the age of fifteen Earth years that lasts a total of three Yvoldan months.

The reason for such harsh laws is due to the hazardous conditions that most of the planet is involved in. There are few habitable locations on the surface, and even then, the conditions of the surrounding lands often blows over into the habitable locations. Sandstorms and snowstorms out of nowhere, caused not just by the planet itself but also by failed terraforming attempts that drive the atmosphere wild due to the terraforming projects not being complete. Everyone is expected to contribute, at least until the environment can be somewhat stabilised enough for it to be consistently safe.

But it’s not just the flora that the colonists have to be worried about. All of Yvolda III’s colonists have to be ready to defend themselves against the native fauna, too. The wildlife is very dangerous and poses a threat that would rather have had the planet skipped over if it had been discovered before colonisation - as it is, too much money has been contributed toward the colonisation and terraforming efforts to pull out now.

It’s that lack of pulling out that has sparked the existence of the Free Yvoldan Angels, the main source of terrorism and rebellion on Yvolda III. The FYA claim that if the corporations aren’t going to pull out and keep forcing people to work in such a horrible environment, Yvolda should be able to split off from the corporative planetary government and form their own. The FYA both engage in terrorist tactics as well as direct-action conflicts against the UAF detachment on Yvolda III.

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Appearance

Physically, Kivi has long, blonde hair that slips down her back in delicate lines and slips down the sides of her head, and she has bluish green eyes. Her face itself looks too soft and graceful for the soldier that she is, but her body makes up for that in having a strong but slender form. Whilst she is on-duty, Kivi is usually wearing her full LASHE suit (see equipment) as well as her other equipment and with the additional plating and wrist armour, however when off-duty she wears the same but without all of the extra utilities and armour. She also has a dress uniform, for formal duties and events that she so chooses to wear it at.

Personality

Kivi has two sides to her; she has a side that operates like she could die tomorrow, and a side that schemes for the future. Whilst she is off duty, she is usually relaxed and chilled out, because she knows if anything tried to take her on she could probably kick it’s ass. She is confident in this way, keeping herself up by the fact that she knows she can push through whatever comes to her, whether it be physical, mental or emotional. Even whilst she is on-duty, this confidence continues to strive; she knows the limitations of what she can do, of which there aren’t that many true limitations.

Kivi doesn’t believe that in the military, you can actually find time to properly relax and be off-duty. As such, it isn’t uncommon for her to keep a pistol strapped to her sides at all times, even whilst off-duty. Even then, she barely has any casual clothes of her own, not having really brought or bought any since she joined the UAF in the first place, and so whilst off-duty she still wears a uniform, albeit not her combat wear. Plus, she likes how she looks, and takes advantage of that to admire herself.

Whilst Kivi can be friendly in general, she does not put up with stupidity in dangerous situations, and even then, she has a pet peeve of people who lack common sense. She isn’t afraid of separating off to spend time by herself just to avoid a group of people that she finds (or currently finds) to be idiots or acting idiotically. Whilst in a dangerous situation, she places making that dangerous situation into a safe situation above anything else, unless it benefits her in one way or another to keep that dangerous situation as dangerous. Kivi will look at every single option before her in order to make a choice as to what action to take.

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Role

The role of Kivi varies depending on what she is tasked with. If you were to generalise what she is, it would be a Soldier (or more specifically, a COVSPEC Commando), able to be involved in direct-action as well as covert and special operations. However with a wide variety of skills she is able to contribute in other related fields; She can be assigned to assist security if needed, and has investigative, interrogative and reconnoitering skills that can be utilised where she is required. Formally, her rank is navy Petty Officer First Class (E-6), but her COVSPEC status can often complicate relations and the true meaning behind the rank.

Equipment

Augmentations

• Heads Up Display and Information Optical Augmentation, able to visually provide information as well as overlay information. As well as there being general information always visible, it allows her to look at something to utilise the Highlighted INformation Telemetry (HINT) system of the augmentation, which shows possible hints on something she is trying to analyse, such as if a weapon has malfunctioned what that could be (misfire, jamming, etc.) or help to cut down information visibly if required by the user (“The man with a scar over his right eye, small lips, brown eyes, long black hair, a red jacket, blue jeans and a yellow bracelet has a datapad, a pistol, a knife, grenades and the keycard you are looking for.” turns into “The man with the red jacket is armed and has the keycard.”)
• Implanted Low-Burst Communications Implant, an augmentation that allows for Kivi to communicate with her mind. Whilst that sounds amazing, it is not as great as the name sounds; the augmentation allows for a stealthy, low frequency and small burst of communication. It is unable to transfer that large of a communication, and sending the transmission as text rather than audio allows for more to fit into the transmission. “ASSISTANCE NEEDED - DETECTION IMMINENT” is near enough the extent the augmentation can transmit. One of it’s main saving graces is the range, for it can transmit to low orbit if need-be.

Weapons

• The 4PPL-3 Adjustable Action Rifle, also known as the “Apple”, is a coilgun with a large amount of customizability. It has a central section to it that contains most of the weapon’s essential parts; the magazine well, gas chamber, and other key parts are contained in there. The central section itself is uncustomizable, though some of the parts within can be extracted and adjusted based on user preference. Everything else is free game, though - the stock, the grip, barrel and even the location of the trigger can be adjusted and customised to best suit the user of the weapon and the environment that the weapon is going to be used in. Though the central section of the rifle is not removable and is a set size, some users make a game out of seeing how small they can make a 4PPL-3 and still make it able to shoot straight, whereas on the other hand some people shove as many parts onto it to see how stupidly bulky and large they can make it. The weapon as a whole is reliable within the military as it is easy to adjust on the fly; someone wielding the 4PPL-3 can be told to be a marksman one day and a CQB breacher the next day, and just adjust the scope and barrel.
• The 2W366, nicknamed the “Shade” by covert operation and special operation infantry, and is widely used by those troops. It has a stable but light weight, and has a suppressor built into it, allowing it to be whisper-quiet when it fires. The sound is not related to the firepower, however; it’s rounds are designed to penetrate a target and split rapidly on the inside into many fragments without applying a lot of kinetic force to the target itself. If you were standing and talking to someone and they were suddenly hit from a 2W366 round, they would just crumple over on the spot, making less noise than if they were to suddenly slam into the ground.
• A variable-position diamond-edged quick-assault blade. Similar to a combat knife but a helluva lot sharper, the quick-assault blade used by special forces is able to cut through metal and flesh alike - stab vest? More like shrapnel. The blade itself can be adjusted to be more like a knuckle duster if needed, however most operators usually keep it in the traditional knife orientation. Kivi has two of these; one of them is in its sheath in public display, the other is inside the sole of her boot, in a hidden compartment.

Equipment

• Kivi wears the Light Armoured Tactical Stealth and Hostile Environment (LASHE) Suit. This suit (visible in Kivi’s appearance picture at the very top and under this section) comes mainly as a bodysuit with extra armour pieces on it. There are theories and rumours that the armour was designed that way because the top brass and the clever heads who designed it believed it would look quite appealing on female COVSPEC (with infantry agreeing, to the grumbling of the female operatives who had to wear it), however it’s utility cannot be faulted.
  
  The suit is completely sealed save for the head, meaning those wearing a helmet are completely vacuum-proof and protected against gas and air agents that could harm the body by penetrating through skin. It also completely wipes a thermal signature from the wearer, leaving them as cold as the background when viewed through heat-detecting devices. The bodysuit itself is built of a tight-knit semi-metal alloy fabric, allowing it to be somewhat soft and comfortable for the user yet be able to act as light armour against light projectiles. The protectiveness of the bodysuit is effective against light pistols, anything higher than that will tear through that, however that’s what the outside armour is for. A wearer of a suit will wear most of their armour at the top of their bodies, since it’s expected their lower half will be behind cover.
  
  The suit also connects with whatever the user has that can be connected to a HUD. If the user is holding a weapon, then the status of that weapon will feedback to the user’s HUD; ammunition count, any faults, etc.
• 34GL3 Tactical Support Visor, nicknamed the ‘Eagle’ Visor, is designed for COVSPEC operatives and offers a variety of uses. It acts as a Heads Up Display, and is able to cycle through various visual modes, from normal to Heat and Infrared and night and light enhancement vision. It also contains various menus, which can be accessed and utilised through the user’s eye movements, blinks and winks. The user can even bring up a virtual keyboard in front of them, to the amusement of civilians or standard infantry who see nothing but the user typing in the air. The visor also contains a microphone and transmission card with data network connection ability, so the user can transmit both vocal and textual messages as well as send information like visuals and other data. The Eagle Visor also has a HINT system.
• COVSPEC-Issue datapad, built to handle tough falls and shock, as well as handle a low-level EMP with critical functions still available.
• Magnetic Coil Projector, a device that looks like a slightly bulky pen, that is able to propel a magnetic-tipped thin coil or tightly-bound rope a considerable distance. Basically, a grappling-hook gun, but magnetic. Kivi carries three reloads (plus one already in the projector).
• Miscellaneous other equipment.

Previous Branch

Kivi was, just like she currently is, a member of COVSPEC as a commando, involved in various different operations and many different tasks.

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Biography

Kivi was born on the planet Yvolda III, in the habitable area of the Yvolda system. As with any child on Yvolda III, she had a tough upbringing due to the harsh conditions of the world, and also due to her parents who wanted her to be strong whenever the worst of the struck. Kivi always claims that her childhood and upbringing was what made her what she was; it was not often that she took the car to school, having to walk long distances there and wherever else she wanted to go. School on Yvolda was as harsh as the planet itself, with long school days and lessons being battered into the children’s brains - as children were expected to work at the age of eleven, there was little time to spare. People didn’t like the system but could not deny it was effective in making children learn.

To get it out of the way early, once she turned eleven, Kivi’s parents immediately slotted her into the Planetary Security And Public Defence (PSPD) course, which was required by planetary law. Young Kivi enjoyed the course as she was a fan of the military. In the classes, she and the other students were taught basic theory on planetside military organisation and tactics, and was taught how to use a weapon. Kivi scored higher on these classes than she was in her mainstream school classes; in fact, she was scoring higher than everyone else in the same PSPD Platoon. Due to this, she was assigned the platoon leader of the platoon, which didn’t mean a lot when it came to theory classes, however in the practical lessons meant that she was leading her group and expected to come up with the main solutions to problems. Eventually, Kivi graduated PSPD school with the highest score of her platoon, and as such, because it was seen as her family being motivated to work hard for Yvolda her parents were given a bonus paycheck, and the offer to enrol Kivi into the Yvoldan Milita Cadet School when enough candidates finished PSPD to form a Cadet Platoon, and when Kivi was old enough. Her parents, wanting the extra paychecks and social climbing, accepted the offer without consulting Kivi - though she enjoyed the military trainings, she despised the fact that she was not asked for approval and forced to commit her free time to such.

It was two years later, at the age of thirteen, that Kivi was enrolled into Yvoldan Militia Cadet School. As a high-scoring graduate of PSPD, she was placed as a senior cadet within her cadet platoon, which consisted of four squads of twelve (each lead by a senior cadet) and the cadet platoon command, which was a ‘cadet sergeant’ (a cadet seen to be one of the best in the platoon), and the drill sergeant himself. Most thought that thirteen years old was an age too young to be doing such things, and scolded Yvolda and it’s government for its harsh systems, but it was a necessity on the planet. The cadets went through a more serious training than what had been done in the PSPD course. In fact, it was near enough a cut-down version of the UAF’s training. The Senior Cadet and Cadet Sergeant positions were hard fought and constantly changed, with cadets who were proving themselves to be superior in skill taking over the higher positions and the one who lost that position having to move down a position. All except in Kivi’s case. She remained at the Senior Cadet position, of her cadet squad even as other squad’s Senior Cadet changed around due to her high scores and ability. This lead to jealousy in Kivi’s cadet squad, and she almost paid for it.

There was one night in training which threatened Kivi’s life. The cadets, just like if they were official militia members, had to sleep in a barracks, and in that barracks a ‘sentry’ had to stay awake to keep watch, to simulate the real thing. A trio of cadets had decided enough was enough, and wanted to injure Kivi so that she would have to lose the senior cadet position of her squad. The watchman was in on the whole thing and said nothing, and they probably have gotten away with the whole thing if they didn’t make a mistake. If they had simply did something like ambush Kivi and start on her right away, breaking bones and attacking her, there would not have been a chance. However, instead, one of the aggressors put his hand on her arm to try and position himself right for the first strike. The touch on her arm woke her up, and instantly, with three boys over her, she started to fight, striking out and fighting hard. She practically propelled herself away to make distance and room to fight in, and used the skills she had gotten not just in the cadet training but in the PSPD classes; she fought hard and dirty, doing everything she could to win three on one. The fact that she was up and could defend herself scared off one of the cadets, but the other two stayed to fight. By the time the drill instructors turned up after hearing of cadets fighting, the two recruits were battered and broken on the ground, with Kivi remaining on her feet, having taken some strikes but still in one piece. She was hauled away, the other two were taken away to the medics, and Kivi was questioned on what had happened. Kivi was told to get some sleep, and then the next morning, she was promoted to the position of Cadet Sergeant.

Though Kivi had aspirations to enlist in the UAF, at the age of thirteen she was still to young when she left the militia cadets. So, after leaving cadet school, she joined the militia forces due to having graduated the militia cadets. Though she was deployed outwith calm lands, she was not deployed as a frontline combat soldier, but instead was always within safe walls, operating logistics and communications in the day and finishing school in the night via virtual learning programmes that the militia provided when she was off shift. As she grew up, she was placed in various other roles. Some point through the age of fourteen, she was directly involved in combat; Free Yvoldan Angel forces attacked the base at which she was stationed and broke through, and she was forced to join the defenders in fighting back the attackers. As tensions rose with the FYA, Kivi was placed in more and more combat situations unpurposefully, and it definitely affected her; it was mostly not the killing that got to her, for at some point she came to accept it, though she was still shaken by it. It was those around her that worried her. Just as she sometimes woke up at night from the terrors of her dreams, so too did those around her. She could hear her friends and comrades sobbing through the night, wondering what was going to happen next, wondering if they were going to be the next one to bite the bullet. It shook her to know that most definitely one of them was going to catch a bullet one day, and that it could perhaps be her. When in a state of planetary war, or as close to it as a planet could be, it was inevitable. In some operations, the Yvolda militia were working alongside the UAF. As she served, she consistently heard comments and snippets of communication from the UAF to her commanding officers, as well as just general chatter amongst the UAF; concern and questions of the morals of having young teenagers involved in the military. Kivi often heard herself being mentioned in such conversations, not just because of her pristine performance but because she was easy to remember, with her long, blonde hair and delicate looks that made her look more like she should have been in a good school on a better planet instead of helping military forces. Indeed, some of the UAF enlisted often came up to talk to her about her and her similarly-aged comrades’ experiences within the militia.

If older Kivi was asked (and it was declassified) when she specifically was noticed by COVSPEC, she would point to a point in time when she was sixteen. There was a day where a UAF officer without any branch insignia had decided to talk to her in a mess hall almost as casually as the enlisted before him. Obviously hearing of her specifically from the enlisted still talking about the planet’s harsh working laws, he had come to hear her speak of her experiences. The officer got more than he bargained for or expected, and the conversation dragged on and on until Kivi was back on duty. Tales of her time within PSPD classes, the miltia training and her service, and most importantly and interestingly to the officer, the combat experiences that she had been involved in of which a child on a different planet would never have even had to be worried about. Kivi did not know it at the time, but that officer had been an intelligence officer within COVSPEC. He had worn no insignia not just for secrecy but because the militia forces had a policy to give known intelligence officers as little information as possible, as it was known that there had been several investigations into the fact that the Yvoldan Militia were quite literally, using child soldiers and were looking for a legal way to completely wipe that, which the corporations did not want as it would reduce manpower to fight an almost equal war against the FYA forces. Normally, they were not able to get much dirt on the situation, however they had just found a girl who had a service record with combat in it mentioned periodically.

It was not long before all of the children involved in any way with the militia were recalled and immediately removed from duty. Even the dull-minded of Yvolda’s populace noticed the sudden influx of therapists that arrived on the planet, obviously all having belonged to companies that snatched up the sudden contracts they were given for caring for the newly lost children who had previously been shooting and killing men. Kivi herself was almost immediately placed into therapy just like everyone else, and was forced to go month after month listening to someone tell her why she shouldn’t think the way that she was, and forcing her to talk her life story out. To her, the therapy was almost as bad as the killing; forced to recount her experiences over and over again to someone who had never been in the thick of it. However, she never showed an upset emotion in front of the therapists. When she did cry, it was alone, because she wanted to be free of their hold on her. To cry before them would have her be held back, she believed. By the time she was cleared from therapy, Kivi was eighteen. That meant that she could do the one thing that the therapists probably wouldn’t have wanted to do - join the UAF. The military had been all she had known. She couldn’t go into a normal job, into a normal workplace. Plus, she genuinely liked the military and uniformed services, and wanted to leave the shitty planet she was born on behind.

It was obvious that the military wanted to perform an evaluation of their own on her, and so Kivi played it cool. She let on nothing was wrong with her, that the therapy of before had helped her get through her troubles - and, to some minor extent, it had. And so she was cleared for duty, and entered recruit training for the UAF. Passing through that with flying colours, Kivi had the luck of only partaking in light skirmishes in her first year in the UAF as well as the occasional bad thing - now that she was actively serving, it wasn’t as much as a worry as it had been beforehand: other soldiers had bad dreams, too. They were all killers, after all. It was after that that she was made to partake in several organised operations, including a few boarding operations in space. In the early years of her career, she had a very good service record - good enough that she was noticed by COVSPEC. Because she had a previous involvement with them albeit how tiny it was, and it was more to do with the fact that her record was one of the prime reasons children were forced to stop fighting on Yvolda rather than about her herself, she was raised in their records as “someone who exists” to “someone who exists who COVSPEC has spoken to or used”, and as such was noticed by someone flying a desk.

Entering COVSPEC was hard, and it wasn’t just the training. She had been forced to leave her comrades on Yvolda, and now she was being taken from her comrades in the mainstream UAF to enter COVSPEC. The training was a lot harder than she had experienced before, and not just due to the extremities of it but because she was the prime candidate, the one and only candidate. There was no group of which each person would get washed out, but instead one candidate, being pushed to her limits and then further. What she thought was hard before was trivial compared to training that at some stages could kill her or cause her to be seriously wounded. There was very little praise for the new blood, with a “Well done” here and there. It seemed like the endpoint of the training was never in sight; There was careful care not to inform her when the training was going to be completed, and the exercises didn’t give any indication of progress, for their difficulty varied between them, some tasks being easy, some hard, some of which she was given instructions and some where she had to realise what she did for herself. One such exercise had her shipboard, on the way to yet another training ground, and told that the doors were going to be locked due to the experimental status of the ship. It took her ear against the wall to hear that she was actually just being locked in, for crewmen who were walking past were placing bets on how long it would take for her to break out. Crewmen who guessed a time of under half an hour won a good bet that day.

After a year of brutal training, Kivi finally graduated. The ceremony was nothing to cheer about; she put her thumbprint on a datapad, given a pat on the shoulder and told she could have a half-day to herself. After that, it was all business yet again. There were many significant differences between operations within the Commando arm of COVSPEC and operations within the UAF, as well as in the variation of tasks. For the next few years, Kivi was doing anything from walking around in an enemy uniform to flanking an enemy and fighting with more efficiency than a standard infantryman all the way to clambering around on the external hull of a captured destroyer in order to infiltrate and save the crew. By the time she was twenty four, she was not only a killer, but a brutal, efficient, clean and expert killer. By now, her mind drifted and wandered when she slept, one day walking through a field and the next night walking through that same field, but on fire, with sheep now looking like marshmellows over a bonfire. She knew it was not real, and had developed the skill of knowing that she was asleep, but that didn’t make anything better to look at when she was having a bad dream. Assignment to the Andromeda project was purely luck of the draw. Assignment of military forces to the project was obvious, but Kivi was very surprised to find that she was one of the ones being assigned. Nevertheless, she was ready for the challenge.

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Affiliations

Having unpurposefully distanced herself from her family after leaving to join the UAF, and having faction-hopped several times already in her life, Kivi has gained and lost friends rapidly. She more-so affiliates herself with factions than anyone in particular, however that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to make friends - and the Andromeda project is one-way, so she knows she’ll have to make them.

• COVSPEC
• UAF Spaceborne Infantry Corps
• Yvoldan Militia

Relationships

Upon there being a negative or positive relationship formed, they shall be added here.

Character Theme

Name
Dr. Reti "Demoness" Kaatis

Species
Lorin

Age
64

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
She was born on the Homefleet freighter Alinus's Hope.

Appearance
Reti is red skinned (as are most Lorin) and proud of it, having picked the headscarf that keeps her oil black tresses decorated with silver charms out of her face because it matches her complexion. Six horns poke through and behind the locks, two diamond shaped ears laying flat against her head. They can serve as a general gauge of her mood, raising when she's excited and drooping when upset. The good doctor's face is decorated with a series of grey triangles, five dotting her brow and and one covering her chin. A final one takes up the space bewteen her eyes and runs down to just above her lips. Her left eye is a deeper shade of crimson than her skin, a catlike pupil flitting about from one point of interest to the other. The right eye is a startling contrast. Kaatis is afflicted with artificial heterochromia thanks to a violent accident that cost her an arm and half of her vision. The Replacement she was given was specially requested by her despite the fact it was made for a human. The same goes with her Cybernetic Arm, the appendage having an extra finger and is noticeably larger than the other but lacking the sharp one unique to Lorin.

When in the field Reti wears a privately purchased suit of Pathfinder Scout Armor instead of the standard issue suit, citing it's comfort, ease of movement and ample storage space. In normal environments she prefers a range of Traditional Clothes with an ornate Masked Outfit for ceremonies.

Underneath the clothing is a body sculpted by years of hunting, rough living on expeditions and exercise, her living arm and legs toned, the muscles of her back and abdomen well defined. Back when she was a younger woman with less artificial body parts a Ratian boyfriend told her she looked like "a little Demoness"and she kept the name.

Height
Five feet flat.

Personality
If someone holds two doctorates, has published multiple papers on subjects ranging from better ways to treat patients in need of critical care on inhospitable planets to the bone structure of species they discovered, they're allowed to have a little pride. Or at least that's what Reti says. Not coincidentally, she's done all that. Dr. Kaatis is more than a little proud of her accomplishments, hanging her degrees, copies of her published works and various awards and photos around her living quarters and explaining the story behind each and every one with a smile when asked. The fastest way to earn her approval is to ask questions and give compliments about her career history. The other side of the coin is that she's particularly susceptible to questions about the legitimacy of her credentials and claims. Those who insinuate that she stole work, slept her way into awards or otherwise didn't earn her position make her seethe with rage, all five feet of red skinned muscle trembling with righteous anger as she lays into them with firsthand data and stories she gained at the loss of free time, relationships, appendages and part of her sanity.

The reduction of that last one sometimes becomes very obvious if she's pushed, Reti reaching out with her cybernetic hand and lifting the naysayer by the throat. The artificial limb is more than strong enough to suspend a full grown human male in the air while she gesticulates wildly and gnashes her teeth, spitting vitriol filled arguments and curses until she gets an apology. This attitude extends into daily interactions. Reti is calm and welcoming until she feels slighted, and then responds with overwhelming force.

Even though she's a trauma surgeon and medic by training Dr. Kaatis's bedside manner is somewhat lacking. Likely a side affect of her own grievous injuries she had had to amputate, cauterize and bandage she regards all but the most life endangering of wounds as minor inconveniences at best, calmly coating them in disinfectant and setting removing pieces of shattered bone with the same amount of interest most people would show removing a splinter. Despite her nonchalant attitude she is still a talented doctor, having lost a total of ten patients during a decades long career spanning riots, crash landings, shootings, animal attacks and multi-vehicle collisions.

Even though she grew up hunting and still goes on expeditions Reti has a soft spot for animals of all kinds, treating them noticeably nicer than her humanoid patients. Her first concern is the safety of wildlife and keeping any suffering inflicted to a minimum, preferring to use corpse samples that were found dead whenever possible. When "premade" cadavers are unavailable the Lorin will prioritize shots to vital regions, even at the risk of specimen integrity being compromised.

Outside of animal and humanoid biology, Reti has a passion for movies and music from Earth before humanity really began to explore the stars, able to recall thousands of lines of dialogue and perform complicated riffs from memory. When not occupied with other work she can often be found in her quarters watching films and idly strumming away. Her favorite outdoor activities are trick shooting and racing all sorts of land vehicles. As a young girl Reti's father would set up targets in an empty storage unit on board their ship and have her blast away, forming an affection for firearms that has lasted her whole life.

The love for going as fast as possible in all manner of land-craft stems from her time with the Stargazer Cooperative, having to learn to operate all sorts of vehicles from little one seater "Blast" Bikes to full on armored half-tracks and walkers. Gunning down winding cliff side paths in old military surplus off-road vehicles and tearing across flat expanses of empty desert in dust coated ATVs instilled a craving for speed that has never wavered, not even after her near fatal accident.

At first glance it seems like there isn't enough available time in 64 years of life to gain so much knowledge and competence in so many fields. For most people that would be true, but Reti has a trick up her sleeve. Or rather, in her veins. Dr. Kaatis's tendency to indulge in stimulants of all kinds in order to maximize the amount of things she can do in a day is an open secret, consuming sugar, caffeine, legal narcotics (and illegal ones as well according to rumor) and even carefully processed gas from beam cartridges at a rate that would have killed a lesser person years ago in a mostly successful effort to stave off sleep. Her pupils are dilated more often than not, pulse so rapid it can be hard distinguish individual beats. When she's really overindulged symptoms include her skin being hot to the touch, sweat matting her hair, uncontrollable tapping of feet, running eye and nose, and extreme loss of appetite. If she refuses to eat or keep down food for more than four days, force feeding is recommended. Thanks to this incredible (some would say horrifying) regimen of keeping herself busy with work and ingesting a truly terrifying amount of stimulants Dr. Kaatis has managed to limit herself to an average of two or three hours of rest every two days, coming in the form of 5-20 minute power naps while sitting or standing.

Role
Kati is a woman of many talents, serving as a doctor, trauma surgeon, field medic, scout, designated marksmen, xeno-biologist and driver as needed.

Equipment
-Longview Trail Rifle: A modern update of a ancient human firearm the Longview fires super-heated beams of light at targets, capable of piercing through armor, cover and flesh. Its scope is capable of up to x25 magnification, controlled by a dial on the side.

-"Wandering Scholar" Plasma Pistol: This modified revolver a gift from Reti's father, custom made to be equal parts flashy and dependable. Patterned after the dependable Patterson Coil Revolver, the weapon was constructed of lightweight alloys designed for space craft and converted to fire much more powerful plasma slugs. It's lighter weight and slimmer profile means its much easier to quickdraw as well. Perfectly crafted to suit her preferences the Wandering Scholar is powerful enough to punch holes in stone and accurate enough to do so from 100 yards out. There is a trade off however. Firing the weapon causes excess gas to build up in the cylinder, eventually requiring a full drain. Under normal circumstances this isn't too much of a problem, enough gas being drained with each turn of the cylinder that the build up is manageable. But if the hammer is fanned too often, something Reti has been known to do in combat situations, the build up will reach critical levels. When this happens the guns will refuse to fire until it's been drained.

-Malus's Edge: Named after a Lorin folk hero this tomahawk is made of titanium with an edge coated in a thin layer of beam energy that can be be switched on and off. Useful for cutting through vegetation and people.

-Cybernetic Arm: A replacement limb capable of lifting 200 pounds with relative ease. It has a full range of motion and responds to it's owner's commands as if it were flesh and blood. Has a compartment for storing maintenance tools, writing utensils, and stims.

-Cybernetic Eye: A startling contrast from it angular biological sibling, this lab grown and circuitry enhanced implant is capable of x4 magnification and can switch between regular, night and thermal vision. It's also a recording device, storing up to 15 petabytes of video and audio information. The can be removed and used as a projector, displaying the data stored.

Pathfinder Scout Armor: Lightweight, durable and able to be sealed off from the outside world this armor is perfect for a scout traversing all manner of hostile terrain. Equipped with large pockets to hold all manner of equipment and compatible with extra armor plates, this set has been modfied to support an internal communications system, a covered data pad built into the arm, and grappling hook and 50 feet of steel cord.

-Mk.4 Seeker Drone: This drone is capable of serving as a lab assistant, spotter and an extra gun. Equipped with a variety of sensors and internal storage space the Seeker (nicknamed "Sekkie") can study and take samples in the field and is armed with twin coil submachine guns and reactive armor capable of surviving extended engagements. The most important feature is the steel cable attachment it can lower, able to be tied to a critically injured or endangered person to be taken back to the base camp. Using pulse propulsion technology Sekkie can reach top speeds of 70 miles an hour under optimal conditions.

-Hellspeed Drifter: A lightly armored all terrain bike capably of carrying two people, Dr. Kaatis uses this when scouting. The speed it gives her allows her to travel much father than she could on foot, having a powerful enough battery to travel for a week before needing to be recharged on the Monolith. In dire situations the bike can be fitted with a tri barreled heavy coilgun, but it rarely is.
Miscellaneous Equipment
-Electric Guitar
-Notepads and colored pencils
-Private stock of black coffee
-Private stock of Bushy Tail brand alertness patches
-Prescription narcolepsy medication
-Various brands of caffeine pills
-Male Kaatis Lizard-Cat named "Little Kat"
-Variety of tools for working on her bike and drone
-Antique Rolex watch

Previous Branch
-Homefleet Medical Officer (8 years)
-Kell University Research Team (10 years)
-Stargazer Cooperative (13 years)
-XEF Team Scout (10 years)

Biography
Reti Kaatis was born to Maleos and Targara Kaatis onboard the feighter Alinus's Hope, the youngest of three children. Her father Kaelos was a xeno-botanist and her mother Targara a doctor, the pair having meant while they were both working on a project to harness different forms of alien plant life for medical purposes. From an early age little Reti was taught the value of self-sufficiency, being left to make a new batch of food for herself after her older, faster siblings snatched the first meal. It was a habit that would stay with her even when she was old enough to keep up, avoiding the mad dash to the kitchen in favor of waiting for a quiet space to cook a meal all for her. Reti was homeschooled like the rest of her siblings, being given a solid grounding in mathematics, science, literature, Lorin history and basic mechanics, soaking information up like a sponge. She easily excelled on the tests the Homefleet Council required all home schooled take, finishing exams that should have taken three hours in less than half the time and receiving top marks.

When she turned ten her father took her on a weak long hunting trip to the jungle planet of Arin's Folly, showing her how to construct a hide, how to maintain and clean firearms, how to strip and field dress a kill. She picked it all up with ease, as she always did, but the biggest lesson she learned was the inherent beauty of wildlife. The way that the herds of six legged Adam's Buffalo would circle protectively around their sick and weak, the rainbow colored light reflecting off the scales of a Kretch Serpent slithering through the undergrowth, the throaty warbling of Skrellcats in heat, all of these signs of a living, breathing universe would appear in her dreams for months after the trip.

Reti would beg her father to take her on more trips every chance she got, spending her time onboard the Hope poring through periodicals on Xeno-Biology and practicing her trick shooting in an empty corner of the ship. By the time she was sixteen she was had finished all the Homefleet required coursework and was planning to continue her education at Krell Spaceport's prestigious university, studying her parents fields. She was accepted on a full ride. Medicine was interesting but Xeno-Botany turned out to be incredibly boring, not stimulating her excitement or curiosity in the least. Less than a year in she switched to Xeno-Biology, a field that she found much more up her alley.

The average length of time to complete a doctorate program after the four years of undergraduate studies at Skell University was 6 years. Thanks to her stunning scores and the couple of papers she had already publishhed Reti was considered already capable to enter the doctor's program. She completed 2 PhDs in 4 years, becoming Dr. Kaatis at the age of 20, worn and haggard after the worst four years of her life. The difficulty of the course work hadn't been a problem, but the sheer amount of it. Working 14 hour days on research papers and dissertations the young woman quickly turned to stimulants and sacrificed free time and relationships in her drive to impress her parents and herself. She succeeded at the cost of her mental health, her psyche permanently cracked. She was going to prove herself to be the top scientist in the UGC no matter the cost!

And she set out to do just that, taking up a variety of positions that would allow her to gain as much knowledge as possible. 8 years as a medical officer in the Homefleet taught her how to reduce inefficiencies in patient intake and how to create a better system of storage for anesthetics and artificial organs. 10 years working for her alma mater as a member of a research team credited her with the discovery of multiple animal species, earning her a medal from the UGC council and and ceremony congratulating her in the Homefleet.

She began to slow down when the Stargazer Cooperative tapped her for a long term residency in their newly established commune on Farhome IV. The serene plains and laid back atmosphere seemed to have a calming affect on her, her drug intake tapering off and her constant need to do something mellowing out. She even found a boyfriend, one Heskal Pelfir. He taught her to handle the different vehicles the commune had on hand, the pair heading out on multiple day long drives. They would scream across salt lakes and down hills, pushing the engine of every vehicle to its limits.

Predictably it ended in disaster. During one of those brutal endurance runs their jeep hit a bump at 80 miles an hour and left the ground, dropping into a small ravine. Heskal miraculously survived with only a few fractured ribs and a concussion. Reti's injuries were much more serious, having been thrown through the windshield and then dragged under the car. A shard of glass eviscerated her eye, more than a ton of hot metal crushing her arm and nearly tearing it off her body. Half blinded and with her limb hanging on by a few threads of bloody bone shards and stringy sinew Reti had to roll down into the ravine, drag herself to the smashed up jeep and dig around for her tomahawk before hacking through the tendons of her arm at the shoulder and removing her lacerated eye, cauterizing her stump and empty eye socket with the beam of her blade.

Needless to say, it was a painful experience. The accident didn't dissuade Reti from wanting to go fast but it did push her away from her fellow Stargazers. Within a months time she had broken up with Heskal and headed offworld for a job with the Xeno Expeditionary Force. In exchange for her medical and biological expertise she was given scout and marksmen training as a cybernetics to replace what she had lost. For reasons known only to hear Dr. Kaatis requested an eye and arm made for humans, round pupil and bulging synthetic muscles fibers contrasting with her remaining crimson cat eye and her toned frame.

Reti served in the XEF with distinction, attracting the attention of the Andromeda Program. When offered a position she jumped at it, citing a "need to move on already."

Affiliations
-Kaelos Kaatis (Father)
-Targara Kaatis (Mother)
-Min Kaatis (Brother)
-Xul Kaatis (Sister)
-Frank Kaatis (Brother, Adopted)
- Heskal Pelfir (Amicable Ex)

Relationships [Optional]
TBD

Character Theme
TBD

Name
Gothic Paul Verran Hessen

Species
Human

Age
22

Sexuality
Straight

Birth
Alabama, Earth

Appearance
Dark brown hair, blue eyes, thin and pointed face. Slender frame and build, with some muscle mass. Typically clean shaven, and with pale caucasian skin.

Typically seen with a dark jacket and pants to fit uniform for crew. Heavy black boots, and his sidearm on his left side.

He is sometimes seen in his dress blacks from his cadet days with his newer flat top cap as his new assignment allowed him to wear it.

Height
6’0.

Weight
180 lbs

Personality
Young and more interested in learning and advancing the young officer typically is quiet and tactful. Instead of using instinct as pure judgement he will typically take time to decide what to do. As well as it must be extremely organized. He is not straight to the point with most things he does not know, or if it will offend, or hinder his progress of progressing forward into a different more political field of work.

In his spare time, if you can call it that, he is typically being very utilitarian and spending most of that finding ways to fix small problems in systems he controls. He is not extroverted or introverted as is still learning when to speak and be open in the area of superiors almost as if he was homeschooled and did not have a lot of social experience in his youth besides with authoritarian figures such as parents and teachers. This time is also spend sleeping and eating, but he will usually try to be near someone as if to follow them like a puppy does its mother.

During his time working, he does everything in his power to make sure it is done effectively, as he does take varying shifts through the day and night due to his position, he is sometimes one of the few officers on the deck while others are asleep. But he makes sure everything is in order, and suited for when the next person in his position comes to relieve him. He also leaves an extensive paper trail of everything that has happened during his watch.

Role
Logistical Bridge officer - Officer of the watch
Ensign

Equipment
Vetr IHX-20 Space Crew special. - An assault carbine chambered in 5.45, which has a smaller barrel on the lower half of the frame which can be loaded with three, 16ga shotgun shells.

Styr Standard commision Defense Platform - A standardized military pistol in 9mm

Data-Pad

Suit of Light Security armor

Bridge Uniform

Dress Uniform




Previous Branch
Earth Planetary Defense Force - Logistical and Artillery sections

Biography

Born to a rich family, and being the third son of the household. There was not much strain on the Early life of Gothic Paul, a young man from the North American Continent. He went to private schooling for the entirety of his life, and soon found himself in higher education. Inside his years at university, he joined a program for young military scholars. Mainly to make officers, to which he joined in his studies of math and sciences. He was well adapted to trigonometry, statistics, and calculus. In the sciences, he performed well with physics and chemistry. In his other classes of military training and leadership classes, the young man did not do so well. He was barely able to keep in the program due to his physical abilities alone. But that he did make up slowly through a later camp.

Once he had finished his life in university, he was soon inducted as a cadet in the planetary defense force of Earth. Where he became a logistics officer, as well as an artilleryman due to his skills in mathematics, organization, and physics. But he was mainly in the logistics divisions, and through that he got the skills and recommendations to be placed in the project of a lifetime. Also his parents paid people to make it happen, he was probably not the most qualified, and he would most likely have several people over him to make sure he didn’t screw up. But he was there, the fresh out of cadets school Ensign. Through this program, his family would have another thing to add to the list of accomplishments, as well as their family could expand with the company far past the stars their current ships have been able to reach. He was the breakout of the Milkyway, and he was going to probably suffer for it. He does not know if any of his family members had come along as well, or if any officials from his parents company, to oversee expansion of Hessen Shipyards and Manufacturing, or if once he was able to continue the legacy of his family's business into this Galaxy.

Affiliations
Earth Planetary Defense Force
Hessen Family
Hessen Shipyards and Manufacturing
League of Human Partizans