Cyber Mama

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Hmm... I Need A Day Or Two To Think, And Get A Good Long Sit Down In Front Of A Computer, So... Monday, Maybe Tuesday.

On That Note, It Is My Birthday :P

So... That's The Gist Of It, Alright, Time To Go Eat Cheesecake I Guess.

:D

@neogreggory

I also wish you a happy birthday

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit

Dean cranes his neck side to side with a mild popping escaping his joints. He did this often enough for it to be considered a daily habit. He stands in the hall, outside the doorway to the right side of the frame. He begins his wait for the admiral to make her way down as for discussion. While the Spartans may feel it their place to make small talk and give tours, Dean remembers his place in all this. He continues to monitor the room however by taking a slightly unnatural pose. Half surveying the hall, half surveying the mess. His right brow raises ever so slightly as the Jedi named 'Wrenu' rushed at the cake. In silence he was assessed and deemed to be the most unlikely security risk from the entire group. This allows Dean to focus on the other Jedi the Spartans that stand near him.
One of the Jedi begin to approach him and his guard is instantly raised. His fingers tighten their grip on the assault rifle and eyes narrow in. Every thing he could try to calculate about the Jedi was running through his head. In his mind, every little feature was being highlighted and labelled.
"Not sure we've been properly introduced. I'm Greggory Wick, Jedi Master. Yourself?"
"Dean. Rank details for crew personnel only." His response was sharp and somewhat misleading. While this wasn't at all the case, Dean just didn't feel like running through his position and giving the Jedi an upper hand in case of a hostage styled situation. "Mind clarifying your position as a 'Jedi Master'? Preferably what weaponry one in your position would use." As usual with new comers, Dean was straight to the point. The concept of them being trusted to leave their weapons on their ship didn't go well with Dean. In his experience, no one's ever willing to leave their weapons behind when encircled by new threats.

(@neogreggory)

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit

Dean was the last to arrive at the hangar and subsequently the last to leave.
While in the hangar he refrains from engaging in any conversation with the alien life forms and slowly plots out how he'd manage to get some of the crew to search the vessels for any signs to tie these seemingly independent 'Jedi' as they called themselves to the covenant. In this deep sector of uncharted space, it wasn't a far stretch to tie the locals to being under the influence of the insanity that was the covenant. His eyes continue to flick between the Jedi and their droids. While he imagined the majority of those around him to be interested in the new comers history and culture, he was more interested by what they hid under their robes. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume they were all carrying around high powered weaponry. Hand held plasma weaponry seemed to be at the top of his list of possibilities for their possession.

He barely notices the marine that falls back from his march and takes a look over at him before recognising his facial features. His blank yet thoughtful expression switches instantaneously over to a dirty grin. He feels the privates boot step on his foot and fails to contain his laughter. He wasn't expecting such a fast response and thus, was caught off guard. As the marine starts to jog back in line Dean feels the urge to call out to the sergeant but controls himself in the presence of the foreign ambassadors. Snippets of conversation are picked up through his scheming and the group starts to head to where he believes the mess hall would be. He raises his coloured assault rifle to about waist height before placing his free hand underneath it. He trails a safe two feet behind the group of Spartans and Jedi. As most people upon the Solar Winds could tell, Dean had an unnatural prejudice towards the Spartans and by the looks of it a similar level of disdain for the newly introduced Jedi. Being trapped in a corridor with untested neutral warriors and the UNSC's armies of one was on Dean's list of "Never in my lifetime will I.." Unfortunately for the Captain, these were his orders and so he would obey them despite his personal feelings and inclinations.

The group walk through the strangely empty corridors with zero care factor towards the absence of the crew members who would usually be trying to loiter or frantically pace these communal areas. Dean rationalises this as the hype being tied with the new craft themselves and in turn ignores the lack of those like him. "Jedi Master Olu Bumdoa was it? I don't ever remember reading about your race in our databases. If you don't mind me asking, could you tell me more about you and your race? I am very curious." Dean listens in, awaiting a reply. It was awfully rude of him but he was now beginning to realise that he'd zoned out the entire introductions the two groups had shared in the hangar. He practically wasn't there at all with the amount he talked. Although his presence could have helped to add bulk to the introduction comity. "Guess my presence wasn't useless." he mumbles to himself. Dean had an awful habit of losing himself in his thoughts. Hopefully the Jedi wouldn't take offence to his distance or assume his mumbling was at all intended for them.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Speaking of the rest of your team...does Captain whatsisname intend to post any time soon?

@Cruallassar

Hi! Yes! I am here! I am going to post soon! Sorry, I've been a little busy with life and what have you. I've been having some personal problems and plenty of study to keep me distracted. I'll start composing a post ASAP. Sorry guys.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

All welcome our newest Ghost to the crew of the Perelliator, Zarkun/Agent Crimson. This should make things a bit more balanced. Need a light?

@Cruallassar

Welcome new person.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Sorry for the late/lacking reply, guys. I just had three SACs to revise for so I was a little busy.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit

Upon receiving his orders to leave, gives the admiral a theatrical salute and turns on his heels. He marches out behind the Spartan fire team Ra but makes sure to keep a close eye on them. Dean never did trust the Spartans. After the stories of the old Spartan programs and exactly how lethal they were in combat, he believed they all underwent some form of training that stripped them of their humanity. The babble of the super soldiers before him is tuned out as his thoughts take the reigns. The loud siren and the frequent red light sweeps faded out of existence for him. His feet continue down the hall on auto pilot, brushing against crew members left and right.

"C..in" A hum of his title strikes his ear before fading into silence. "Captain" It comes again, this time clearer. Dean snaps from his thoughts back into reality. A fully armoured hand lays upon his shoulder, clearly belonging to either an ODST or Spartan. He turns to face the figure. Their sunken green eyes are already waiting to meet him. "Speak up or get to your post." She bows her head to him and states her purpose for being. "Sir, the team and I were thinking about some training later. You want in?" Her lips curve into a smile but Dean's disposition remains stern. "Back on Mars, it was tradition for the man to ask the woman out." She rolls her eyes at the captain's remark, laughing it off. "You in or not, Hotstuff?"
"I'll tell you what. If we aren't gunned down, boarded or attacked.. You're on." The captain smiles before giving her a light tap on the arm. She goes to thank him for agreeing, "Just so you know, I'm going to de-," but Dean is quick to interject, cutting her off abruptly. "But right now I want you back to your post. Admiral's given her orders." The ODST offers him a salute and confirms his orders. "Heading back to my post, captain." She starts down the hall but at the last second feels Dean's hand tighten around her forearm. "If you see Lazarus on the way-" He whispers into her ear, "step on his foot." She rolls her eyes and continues to walk away. She calls out over her shoulder, "You need to let that go. It was funny for the first two weeks but it's getting old now."

Dean returns to his course headed for the armoury and arrives behind his own schedule. His eyes cruise the caged racks of weaponry before settling down on the assault rifles. The vast majority of them were sleek and grey with the exception of three. He removes a card-like object from his pocket and swipes through a reader attached to the cage door. The door is quick to open and does so in a smooth fashion. Dean steps inside the caged area and drapes his finger along the weapons before grabbing the butt of an orange painted assault rifle, pre-loaded with the safety off. While typically taboo within the space core, Dean liked to leave his weapons ready at all times in case of a spontaneous firefight. Even when locked away in storage.

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit

The announcement across the ship ends, leaving the chief of security concerned about the state of their ship in the break room. His hand plants itself on the table as he looks around to the thirteen or so security officers that share the room with him.
"Righto! You heard the prune! Get down to the armoury stat. Remember boys, this may just be a drill so keep calm and refrain from shooting unless they talk gibberish or look like an angrier version of the terminator." He begins to make his way out before turning and pointing to one of the officers who's currently standing near a coffee pot. "And for fuck sake, no one shoot Larry again!"

It takes him a moment to make his way from break room to the elevator that reaches the bridge. He hears many of the ship's crew running about in a panicked state. He catches two ODSTs on their way down to the hangar and asks them for elaboration on the subject. Obviously they know as much as he does and offer no help at all.

The doors to the bridge open once more, Dean walking through with his hand placed firmly on his magnum. His eyes narrow on the Spartans for only a moment before focusing. Loud 'clacks' followed behind each step he made although the sound would be easily drowned out by the current chaos and commotion of the ship.

"Captain Dean Harbit, present and accounted for. Awaiting orders Admiral." Dean's voice remains clear of confusion and sharp. While others on the ship may be hectic, it's his responsibility to remain calm in potentially dangerous scenarios. He would await to be addressed by the admiral and if spoken to by a spartan or other member of the bridge, respond with a deep growl of disapproval.

@Nivi @Laach

Starcraft Combat Evolved, The Clone Wars

Character Name: (Captain) Dean Joseph Victoria Harbit
Character Role: Former ODST stationed aboard the UNSC Solar Winds, acting chief of security.
Character Age: 24 (Mars) years of age/45 (Earth) years of age.
Character Gender: Male.

Character Appearance: Physical: Dean Harbit stands at an impressive height of 6'6" with a chest 46 inches across. His body is well toned with scars littering his forearms and hands from different combat scenarios. His body is mildly hairy with prominent hair featuring on his chest, legs and forearms. His face is square shaped featuring a beautifully chiselled jaw. His eyes are green but often hard to see through his constantly narrowed gaze. However, the most defining trait on his face is the scar that spans from the tip of his nose, up the bridge, to his forehead. The scar is jagged and very distracting in a conversation. To complete the look his face always features rugged stubble and he keeps his mostly brown hair short to prevent it from being a problem in combat scenarios.
Uniform-al: Many officers in the UNSC wear their standard Naval attire on board vessels. Dean is no exception to that rule. His uniform is quite typical to that of the bridge crew with the exception of a red band that wraps around the bicep of his left arm. When participating in combat scenarios or drills, he adorns his ODST armour. The armour has been in sixteen active firefights and three campaigns and indeed looks that part. Small scorch marks and dents litter the gratified chest piece. If attention was given to the chest plate many indecent words and phrases might be noticed as well as a symbol of lips and two orbs.

Character Personality: Dean's more or less a trouble maker with a mean streak. This mean streak is what pushes him through the nitty-gritty and allows him to keep a level head in most fights. Apart from his violent habits and his smart ass attitude, Dean is fiercely loyal and sees treason as one of the most evil and vile of crimes. Anyone who questions authority in his presence will receive anything from a harsh word to a beating.

Character Gear: Obviously Dean sports a set of UNSC issue ODST armour with a newer helmet after the incident that resulted in his scar. Assault rifle, and Magnum lay on him at almost all times of the day along with his six and a half inch long combat knife.
Character skills: With almost no natural skills or talents short of quick muscle gain, all of Dean's skills have been learned over time. He's strong points are combat with both hand-to-hand weapons and heavy weaponry.

Character Backstory: Born and raised on an inner colony on Mars, Dean's father was a captain in the insurgency ranks. Dean was shown the basics of guerrilla warfare and witnessed first hand exactly how deadly combat scenarios could be. Dean, once reaching the age of 16 years according to Earth standards, left the inner colony of Mars to head to Earth where he would enrol in an academy for officer-ship in the UNSC military ranks. During this time his father was captured in a firefight and sentenced to death. Dean remained relatively unaffected by this and continued his courses with a newer level of determination. Achieving top marks in many drills but rather mediocre in the theoretical concepts of squad control. He completed his training and before he saw combat was re-enrolled for specialist training. After barely passing the extremely taxing physical exams he was assigned to a squad of marines as a captain. His squad was deployed in four active firefights against other insurgent groups before he was reassessed and offered a position as an ODST. After accepting, he was forced through another four years of intense physical and mental training before given the all clear. Now 28 years of age, his unit was designed for unconventional warfare often deployed to put down freedom fighters and well equipped rebel groups. He was moved from his unit however after a slight deployment miscalculation which resulted in five of the eight of his squad dying on impact and one drowning to death off shore. Two years on since the incident, he is now acting head of security aboard the UNSC Solar Winds.