Name:
Erik T. Edwards
First Lieutenant
Gender:
Male
Nationality/Place of Birth:
Dublin, Ireland
Age:
28
Height:
5’9 ft
175.3 cm
Weight:
190
Muscular Build
Demeanor:
Loud, bossy, softy, he may not seem like he cares, but he does behind all the cussing.
Biography and History:
Erik started out at Camp Currie, taking his lumps like all the other mudfoots. He was an exceptional squad leader, impeccably dressed, always followed orders, and did all his responsibilities in the Camp. His Irish spirit drove him through some of the harshest training routines, whenever he was encouraged to quit, he would give a smile to the Drill Sergeant and shout obscure sci-fi references such as, “I will not succumb to the powers of the Dark Side!” or “That sir, is heresy of the highest order! Retreat is never an option!” or even “I’m giving ‘er all she’s got sir!”
This was a problem for the Drill instructors because not only was he an excellent soldier, but he was also an excellent nuisance, and try as the instructors might, they could not beat it out of him, it encouraged his unit to continue forward in their training believing that if one man had that spirit, they all did. At the end of boot, they found that Erik’s class had the lowest drop out count over time. The officers at the Boot attributed this to Erik’s feisty attitude and his ability to galvanize the men’s spirits, they immediately recommended him to officer school, wondering whether he would surprise them further. There Erik faced one of his greatest hurdles, philosophy and history. These were things that one needed to learn, it was essential for an officer to think outside of the box or refer to what history could teach, unfortunately, Erik didn’t know this, nor did he care, but he did want to pass.
During the next few months, Erik would study, of course he only studied enough to pass, but even then it wasn’t enough, he got extra classes and assignments to report upon. He did not adapt well to this, but he passed with moderate colors, going to his first combat drop as third lieutenant in command of a company under supervision. He did okay, with mark ups here and there, but it was good enough for the evaluating officers – the first and second lieutenants of the company – to give him a recommendation.
After they arrived to their drop location, Klendathu on operation Bughouse, his spirit was smothered for the first time. They dropped in and it was a mess, the Bugs were deeply entrenched, their defenses started firing at the pods that haven’t even landed, cutting units in half. The K9 units just started dying left and right, fellow men he talked to just minutes before the drop, dead all around him, the 2nd lieutenant was offed right in the thick of it, leaving him in charge of the entire company, which sized around half or slightly less than half strength. He clicked into Company comms and called for a sound off, still in utter disbelief that some pods never made it down. “Scatter, north, northeast, 3 clicks!” one of the sergeants responded, the crackle on the radio betraying the nature of their situation, shouting and groaning, loud weapons fire, it seemed the entire invasion was collapsing.
Then the radio crackled again, planet wide communication on all Federal channels, “Sounding General retreat, General retreat!” He barked out orders, saying, “Get to the landing zone you apes! You wanna live forever!?” The song of the TFCT Roosevelt started playing near the fleet beacon. Their boat was arriving. They evacuated safely off the planet, taking fire as they ascended.
Erik showed his capability to lead in a stressful situation, he was given several commendations for his actions in Klendathu, for saving the lives of not only his unit, but every other unit around him, gathering troopers as they ran to the landing zone. The failed invasion of Klendathu however, left the Federation reeling from the amount of losses. Erik was promoted to first Lieutenant, and given a new unit, with some members being transferred from his old Company, others being drawn from companies so completely destroyed they needed to be re-allocated. Each company had its own unique name given to it by the members. Erik’s Eagles was the name that was given to the Company. The name comes from Erik himself, making puns about Eagles during a bull session, much to Erik’s dismay, the name stuck. A new skymarshal, a new plan, a new operation, Planet Pluto.
The Pluto Campaign begins.
This was a problem for the Drill instructors because not only was he an excellent soldier, but he was also an excellent nuisance, and try as the instructors might, they could not beat it out of him, it encouraged his unit to continue forward in their training believing that if one man had that spirit, they all did. At the end of boot, they found that Erik’s class had the lowest drop out count over time. The officers at the Boot attributed this to Erik’s feisty attitude and his ability to galvanize the men’s spirits, they immediately recommended him to officer school, wondering whether he would surprise them further. There Erik faced one of his greatest hurdles, philosophy and history. These were things that one needed to learn, it was essential for an officer to think outside of the box or refer to what history could teach, unfortunately, Erik didn’t know this, nor did he care, but he did want to pass.
During the next few months, Erik would study, of course he only studied enough to pass, but even then it wasn’t enough, he got extra classes and assignments to report upon. He did not adapt well to this, but he passed with moderate colors, going to his first combat drop as third lieutenant in command of a company under supervision. He did okay, with mark ups here and there, but it was good enough for the evaluating officers – the first and second lieutenants of the company – to give him a recommendation.
After they arrived to their drop location, Klendathu on operation Bughouse, his spirit was smothered for the first time. They dropped in and it was a mess, the Bugs were deeply entrenched, their defenses started firing at the pods that haven’t even landed, cutting units in half. The K9 units just started dying left and right, fellow men he talked to just minutes before the drop, dead all around him, the 2nd lieutenant was offed right in the thick of it, leaving him in charge of the entire company, which sized around half or slightly less than half strength. He clicked into Company comms and called for a sound off, still in utter disbelief that some pods never made it down. “Scatter, north, northeast, 3 clicks!” one of the sergeants responded, the crackle on the radio betraying the nature of their situation, shouting and groaning, loud weapons fire, it seemed the entire invasion was collapsing.
Then the radio crackled again, planet wide communication on all Federal channels, “Sounding General retreat, General retreat!” He barked out orders, saying, “Get to the landing zone you apes! You wanna live forever!?” The song of the TFCT Roosevelt started playing near the fleet beacon. Their boat was arriving. They evacuated safely off the planet, taking fire as they ascended.
Erik showed his capability to lead in a stressful situation, he was given several commendations for his actions in Klendathu, for saving the lives of not only his unit, but every other unit around him, gathering troopers as they ran to the landing zone. The failed invasion of Klendathu however, left the Federation reeling from the amount of losses. Erik was promoted to first Lieutenant, and given a new unit, with some members being transferred from his old Company, others being drawn from companies so completely destroyed they needed to be re-allocated. Each company had its own unique name given to it by the members. Erik’s Eagles was the name that was given to the Company. The name comes from Erik himself, making puns about Eagles during a bull session, much to Erik’s dismay, the name stuck. A new skymarshal, a new plan, a new operation, Planet Pluto.
The Pluto Campaign begins.
Suit Slot:
Command Suit
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