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"My bowels aren't long enough to digest a salad properly, I'm afraid. It'd be best if I had my vitamins wrapped in animal protein? I'm not sure if your have any vats, but I'm pretty sure as long as you have a variety of animals on hand, I should be fine."
@Sombrero

Hadrian looked at the one who had spoken up to him about having dietary requirements. He was actually pleasantly surprised, both at the fact that someone would take him seriously and believed him, and at the fact that the one who approached was a Kzargett. While not the first he has met, it was one of the most heavily argumented he had seen.

"Ah, I see you are one of the lizard folk from Kzargett. Sorry, if the term lizard folk offends you, it was a while ago I last met one like you. But, I did happen to find a few recipes that your kind may enjoy, of course it all comes down to supplies and what tools are available. But I am sure I can manage to whip something up that you shall find enjoyable at the least."

He looked down and saw the cards in Vavnr's hands. There seemed to be many cards than were normal for a deck, and with many more suits. They seemed fascinating, and as if they were designed to help the owner cheat easier.

"Interesting deck of cards you have there, once everything is settled I would very much enjoy having a look at how you use them. Ah, but I forgot one important thing. Introductions."

He gave an elegant bow where he extended his left foot, held out his right arm off to the side and put his left to his chest with his head bowed low.

"I am Hadrain Saul, I am also know as Chef Cook-Cook, or just Chef or Cook-Cook respectively. Whom do I have the pleasure of cooking for in the future?"

With that he stood back up and waited patiently for a response.
Henry Williams




Location: Bridge




The situation was becoming more and more tense by the second. The Firefly ship was still going a bit too slow for comfort, and the Reaver ship was gaining speed. On the outside Henry looked calm and as if he was merely standing around doing nothing. On the inside however he was also tense.

He hoped Jahosafat knew what he was doing, and he hoped that the Reavers had no idea what the hell they were doing. This ppan had to work, otherwise Henry would have no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He saw the towers that Jahosafat was talking about, and they looked a bit dicey. Only one way to see if this would work out.
Location: Golat III
Golat III was renowned as being an extremely hot planet, with long hot days and short freezing cold nights. Despite this it was also know to be a large hotspot for illegal trade and under the table deals. This was because no law enforcement was on the planet that wasn't lazy or being bribed, and any orbital scans wouldn't work that well.

But, despite the heat there was one man out and about, and he didn't seem to be that effected by the heat. He was out there because he was looking for a certain building. He found it, and it was an old nightclub, or at least that what the owners wanted people to think. In reality it was a giant warehouse full of illicit items, drugs, guns etc. All worth a fortune.

All highly flammable.

A security camera caught the whole thing from outside saw what happened. The man in the armour kicked open the door and used his flamethrower on the opening. Fire and smoke obscured most of what happened on the inside, but according to most reports, the attack lasted about five minutes and about twenty bodies were found inside.

It was unknown however who the victims were, as the bodies were too scorched for facial recognition and all DNA was destroyed. But eveeryone was sure that the man with the flamer made it out alive, mainly because the cameras showed him leaving the building, dragging an unknown person behind them in one hand, and a large case in the other.




Location: Chronos Station
Hadrian was stood on the loading deck along with the others. He was there because after the incident on Golat III Hadrian was approached by some spook working for some governemnt agency that he immediately forgot what it was called.

They made him a very interesting offer. They wanted him to work on some top secret project, work with other bad people to do bad stuff for a quote 'good cause' as they called it. In exchange, protection for what he did in the past to all those other nasty people.

They also offered him something he had been looking for for the longest time. Information. He has looked for this info for a while now, he has tried many times to acquire it and many means to do so, everything from bribery to torture. And yet nobody told him, until now. All he had to do was be patient and keep killing people. It suited him fine, even if they lied about what they had, they knew something. And if meant going to war with an entire govenrment, so be it.

Meanwhile he had to put up with this lot. There seemed to be a few who thought themselves better than the rest. Like they shit gold rather than actual shit. You could practically see the dick measuring going on. But, he decided not to get involved with that. Ge would try and be somewhat friendly with the others, hell he had even heard of a few of these people and was impressed that the spooks had convinced them to tag along on their weird ass project.

Underneath his helmet he smiled a bit and decided to try and see if anyone was willing to be reasonable, at peast with him. He cleared his throat a bit and spoke as loudly as he could.

"Ladies and gentleman, I am sorry to bother you, but I am the ships chef. So, if there is any dietary requirements you have, anything you are allergic to or anything that you would like me to cook for you, please let me know. Thank you for your time."
Name: Hadrian Saul/ Chef Cook-Cook

Age/Race/Gender: 24/Human/Male

Appearance: 5'9" tall, 120 kgs, semi muscular build with long dyed hair coloured black with neon orange streaks.

Occupation: Arsonist

Weapons:

The VC1 Flamethrower is highly valued by planetary militia when fighting local wildlife. It is also highly sought after by pirates and mercenaries who are going to fight on ships or in close wuarters. It is designed to destroy shields and to cook people inside their armour. However, if the armour and person inside still hold, Hadrian uses his holdout weapon.


The M4 Revolver is one of the most highly powerful handguns made commercially. Accurate up to 50 metres and and able to punch throigh most armour, this weapon is beloved by outlaws and lawmen alike. Take care of it, it takes care of you.

Armor:

The HG19 ballistic armour is especially built for harsh environments and to protect the user. It can stop a hail of bullets, stop the person inside from burning alive from extreme heat and allow them to walk in freezing cold temperatures without getting frostbite. It is armoured and does not come with shields.

Items: Spare parts for his weapons, such as gas tanks.

His helmet has an inbuilt system that allows him to see his surroundings in any given light.

Has one hard copy of the Anarchists cook book, complete with his own personal edits, diagrams and notes.

Skills: He is able to burn anything with even the most basic of tools.
He is also a damn fine cook and is able to cook fine food for most humanoid races.
Knows sign language.

Powers: N/A

Other: He rarely takes off all of his armour at any given point. He only removes it when in his own quarters, otherwise he usually wears the chest pieces of his armour.
@Crossfire sure thing
@Crossfire is my character accepted or do I need to do more changes to it?
@Crossfire ok sure thing. Also regarding the revolver thing it was meant as if it was being advertised, like best pizza in New York or something like that.

Also edited it
Name: Hadrian Saul/ Chef Cook-Cook

Age/Race/Gender: 24/Human/Male

Appearance: 5'9" tall, 120 kgs, semi muscular build with long dyed hair coloured black with neon orange streaks.

Occupation: Arsonist

Weapons:

The VC1 Flamethrower is highly valued by planetary militia when fighting local wildlife. It is also highly sought after by pirates and mercenaries who are going to fight on ships or in close wuarters. It is designed to destroy shields and to cook people inside their armour. However, if the armour and person inside still hold, Hadrian uses his holdout weapon.


The M4 Revolver is one of the most highly powerful handguns made commercially. Accurate up to 50 metres and and able to punch throigh most armour, this weapon is beloved by outlaws and lawmen alike. Take care of it, it takes care of you.

Armor:

The HG19 ballistic armour is especially built for harsh environments and to protect the user. It can stop a hail of bullets, stop the person inside from burning alive from extreme heat and allow them to walk in freezing cold temperatures without getting frostbite. It is armoured and does not come with shields.

Items: Spare parts for his weapons, such as gas tanks.

His helmet has an inbuilt system that allows him to see his surroundings in any given light.

Has one hard copy of the Anarchists cook book, complete with his own personal edits, diagrams and notes.

Skills: He is able to burn anything with even the most basic of tools.
He is also a damn fine cook and is able to cook fine food for most humanoid races.
Knows sign language.

Powers: N/A

Other: He rarely takes off all of his armour at any given point. He only removes it when in his own quarters, otherwise he usually wears the chest pieces of his armour.
Are you accepting more people? If so, can I base my character off of the Helghast from Killzone? As in the armour and weapons style?
Henry Williams




Location: Bridge




He was feeling a bit off. He hated Reavers a lot, they were crude, barbaric and full of hate. He would like nothing more than to blow that ship out of the sky, go to where it crashes and burn all the corpses he found. As far as Henry was concerned the Reavers were a blight, a disease with which the only cure was to cut out the infection and burn it.

But, orders were orders. He had a good shot on the Reaver ship, but until told to fire he held himself in check. He cracked his knuckles with loud popping noises, then did the same with his neck. The Firefly Vengeance seemed to be moving a bit sluggishly, but it could be his imagination. However, if the ship slowed down the Retribution and put it in danger of being taken by Reavers, Henry would have no choice but to either destroy the Reaver ship, or the Firefly.

Afterall, his one and only order which overrides all others is to protect the Retribution at all costs, regardless of anything else.

Even his own life.
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