I assume the firing range, has somewhere to check out weaponry?
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@Enalais So there is no ISD classes yet, this is literally a week or so after the formation of the Empire. You could go one of Palps fangled new ships using his new tech, if you're determined to play against us.
The Imperator-class was originally used by the Republic Navy toward the end of the Clone Wars, and served alongside the Tector-class in a few task forces during the conflict.[4] It was at the time one of the largest warship classes in the Republic Navy.[25] It later became a mainstay of the Imperial Navy[26][5] and was also fielded to a lesser degree by the Empire's successor-states.[20] From Wookiepedia. The Imperator was the code name for the Imperial-1 class Star Destroyer. But if you don't want me to play the villian I can always play A Human Systems Alliance ship if you would wish.
@SepThe sheet has been reformatted to be an Imperial-1 Class with two Acclamators for escort.
The ride on the bus had been bumpy, and the temperature didn't do any better for the man seated next to him who seemed in a foul mood. But Garrett didn't let that bother him. He had talked the man's ear off the entire trip. About South Africa, and how the weather wasn't any different here, than there which Garrett apparently found kinda ironic, from the multiple times he brought it up. His exictement palpable in his voice, and giving him a bit of a scatter brain. He was finally out in the wide world, he had flown to another Continent, he got to see things some people never in their life had done, some never left the city they were born in, and even fewer left the country. At least that's what he had heard from some journalistic articles, which he mentioned to his seating partner much to their annoyance. The man next to him must of thought this was some sort of psy-op, or test because he never once challenged Garrett, or fought with him. Only gave him the occasional "Mhm" When the bus finally came to a stop he ran to the front, to be one of the first to jump off sending up a little plume of dirt as his boots hit the ground. "We made it!" He shouted, excitement tinged his voice. But if it was a jab at the bus not exploding on the bumps, or just general excitement about being at Camp Sunshine only he knew.
As he gathered his bags from the bus compartments, he strode over to, the gathering of the others who were forming up in front of Joe. The man was very brusque, and reminded him of some of his old superiors in the SADF, which he was fine with. He snapped to attention as he spoke, resisted the urge to shout hello back, and listened intently. Very much changing his demeanor in a heartbeat from happy go-lucky to serious all in the span of a few seconds. His shrink had said that mood swings were consistent with PTSD, but Garret just said it was instinct trained in him to switch into what he called. "Warrior Mode." But he quickly got out of his head so he could listen to the instructions. Trying to avoid getting tossed around like a salad when everyone moved to check tent assignments.
When he finally got his assignment, and a good lay of the land from inspecting the map. The man happily gathered his things, and went to his tent. Where he picked a cot closest to the exit, so he could be the first to leave in the morning, as well as if anything were to happen he'd be the first to get hit, and not his comrades. He secured his things away, and waited for his other tent mates to show up. So he could give them a proper greeting from South Africa. Which was usually a hug, and some kind words.
As he gathered his bags from the bus compartments, he strode over to, the gathering of the others who were forming up in front of Joe. The man was very brusque, and reminded him of some of his old superiors in the SADF, which he was fine with. He snapped to attention as he spoke, resisted the urge to shout hello back, and listened intently. Very much changing his demeanor in a heartbeat from happy go-lucky to serious all in the span of a few seconds. His shrink had said that mood swings were consistent with PTSD, but Garret just said it was instinct trained in him to switch into what he called. "Warrior Mode." But he quickly got out of his head so he could listen to the instructions. Trying to avoid getting tossed around like a salad when everyone moved to check tent assignments.
When he finally got his assignment, and a good lay of the land from inspecting the map. The man happily gathered his things, and went to his tent. Where he picked a cot closest to the exit, so he could be the first to leave in the morning, as well as if anything were to happen he'd be the first to get hit, and not his comrades. He secured his things away, and waited for his other tent mates to show up. So he could give them a proper greeting from South Africa. Which was usually a hug, and some kind words.
Name of Ship: ISS Adamant
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Star Wars
Ship Class: Imperial 1-class Star Destroyer
Role: Flagship, battleship, destroyer, carrier, The Emperors will made manifest.
Physical Description/Image:
Physical Size (roughly): 1,600 meters.
Armament/Complement (roughly):
Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology: Tie defender Prototype fighters, and a extra shield generator.
Crew Size: 9,235 officers (Not counting ground crew officers.), 28,000 Enlisted naval personnel.
Faction/Operator/Owner:The Galactic Empire
Additional Information:Additonal escort craft: 2 Acclamator class craft. One has been retrofitted to be a carrier. Fitting in at least 120 extra TIE craft. The other is a base acclmator, being used for carrying space to ground transports, Imperial army troopers (15,000), and associated 2-M Saber tanks (20) (4 squads of 5), and AT-ST's (15). Both dubbed the Nautilus, and Fang respectively.
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Star Wars
Ship Class: Imperial 1-class Star Destroyer
Role: Flagship, battleship, destroyer, carrier, The Emperors will made manifest.
Physical Description/Image:
Physical Size (roughly): 1,600 meters.
Armament/Complement (roughly):
- 3 KDY Shield dome generators. One extra as an emergency back up fitted by The Moff just in case. The other two are in use.
- 60 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries.
- 60 Borstel NK-7 Ion Cannon batteries.
- 6 Dual heavy Turbolaser cannons.
- 2 Dual heavy Ion cannons.
- 2 Quad heavy turbolasers
- 3 Triple medium turbolasers
- 2 Medium Turbolasers
- 10 Tractor beam projectors.
- Complement of 52 TIE craft split between bombers, interceptors, and fighters.
- 20 (4 squads) of TIE Defender Prototypes
- 15 At-At's plus crew
- 25 At-ST's plus crew
- 15 SPMA-T Artillery vehicles, and crew.
- 700 Imperial Naval Troopers
- 9,000 Storm troopers of 2 legions 115th SiegeBreakers, and 350th Assault Troopers
- 15 Deathtroopers
Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology: Tie defender Prototype fighters, and a extra shield generator.
Crew Size: 9,235 officers (Not counting ground crew officers.), 28,000 Enlisted naval personnel.
Faction/Operator/Owner:The Galactic Empire
Additional Information:Additonal escort craft: 2 Acclamator class craft. One has been retrofitted to be a carrier. Fitting in at least 120 extra TIE craft. The other is a base acclmator, being used for carrying space to ground transports, Imperial army troopers (15,000), and associated 2-M Saber tanks (20) (4 squads of 5), and AT-ST's (15). Both dubbed the Nautilus, and Fang respectively.
I'm gonna bump this. I'm feeling a bit better.
Name:Garrett Jansen
Age:29
Gender:Male
Nationality:South African
Tent:A
Specialty: Highly Disciplined, and well trained: Garrett had a pretty extensive service record with the South African military, and South African Special forces brigade. His discipline is top notch. He'll follow orders to the letter, and won't shy away from the worse things his superiors ask of him. He's never afraid to get his hands dirty. His training is on par with that of others in his regiment he's even earned some operator badges on his old uniform.
Airborne: The SADF SF 001 brigade are made for airborne operations. HALO, combat drops, helo insertion. You name it if it flies he can jump out of it, and probably land it as well if need-be.
Reason for Joining The Sundown Company: Adventure, wanting to see more of the world.
Personality: Garrett is nothing but professional. He does his job, and always tries to 100 percent go beyond client, and officer expectations. So he is very much a crowd-pleaser as well, but he absolutely hates being shown up. He's gotta be the best no matter what he's doing. Outside of work, and training. He still tries his hardest to please people, and try to make friends. But his attitude sometimes rubs the more hardened killers the wrong way due to his overt friendliness.
Appearance:
History:Garret lived a pretty happy life in South Africa. The oldest boy of three, His family never had to struggle for much, and if anything they had an abundance of what they wanted. But still he very much grew up in a time where racism, and xenophobia were still present in South Africa, and although not as violent after Mandela. It was still very much a part of his life, where it was common for people in his family to look down on others. But that never became a part of who he was, he was friendly to everyone, and anyone he met. Despite the warning his family used to give about their perceived "Lessers" And despite what people called him for being friendly to others.
As he grew into a young man despite having anything, and everything he can possibly want he decided to spite his family, and join the SADF. This shocked his family, and caused a schism between him, and his parents. They just could not see why their oldest child would want to join the military, and give up his posh life. They fought for days, and eventually settled on never speaking again. And to this day he still hopes every letter he gets is one from his parents. Saying they forgave him, and accept what he wants. Or that they were wrong, but it never comes.
His training in the SADF was brutal, but he still preformed admirably his superiors said he never disobeyed an instructors orders no matter how cruel. Run until you puke? He did it until his stomach was empty, Push ups until your arms give out? He did that, then kept trying despite them. This coupled with just a knack for soldiering made him an amazing recruit, and guaranteed that his superiors would be watching his career in the future. After his training, he did the usual SADF stuff. Help quell some of the worse riots, help deal with rebels. The usual for them. But the exemplary way he handled him made his unit CO request for him to go through SF training.
If he thought SADF was bad, SF training was hell on earth. Grueling exercises, tough scenarios, no sleep, falling out of perfectly good airplanes. But he once again tried to out preform. So he made it worse on himself, and managed to rub some of his fellow trainees the wrong way as well. When he was told he was one of the very few to make it through the training, and they handed him his first assignment his true calling began.
Six years he spent with SASF. Six long years. Mission to mission. Quelling rebels, terrorists, and other scum. Following orders to the letter, no matter how brutal. A total difference from his friendliness off the field. Torture, long range shooting, being pointman on a breach. He never said no to anything from his superiors. But still he felt something was missing. He had never left South Africa, and he had a desire to see the world. So he asked around if there was a way to do it, and still do what he loved. That's when one of his officers slipped him the brochure for Camp Sunshine, telling him. "I know a guy there, and you can always learn new skills from them. But you can also show em how we do it down here, while getting to see more of wide world. Go get em eh?" The two shook hands, and when his contract was up he made the proper arrangements, flew out there, and then met with the camp contact who took him the rest of the way. To begin a new chapter in his life, a new area of training.
Age:29
Gender:Male
Nationality:South African
Tent:A
Specialty: Highly Disciplined, and well trained: Garrett had a pretty extensive service record with the South African military, and South African Special forces brigade. His discipline is top notch. He'll follow orders to the letter, and won't shy away from the worse things his superiors ask of him. He's never afraid to get his hands dirty. His training is on par with that of others in his regiment he's even earned some operator badges on his old uniform.
Airborne: The SADF SF 001 brigade are made for airborne operations. HALO, combat drops, helo insertion. You name it if it flies he can jump out of it, and probably land it as well if need-be.
Reason for Joining The Sundown Company: Adventure, wanting to see more of the world.
Personality: Garrett is nothing but professional. He does his job, and always tries to 100 percent go beyond client, and officer expectations. So he is very much a crowd-pleaser as well, but he absolutely hates being shown up. He's gotta be the best no matter what he's doing. Outside of work, and training. He still tries his hardest to please people, and try to make friends. But his attitude sometimes rubs the more hardened killers the wrong way due to his overt friendliness.
Appearance:
History:Garret lived a pretty happy life in South Africa. The oldest boy of three, His family never had to struggle for much, and if anything they had an abundance of what they wanted. But still he very much grew up in a time where racism, and xenophobia were still present in South Africa, and although not as violent after Mandela. It was still very much a part of his life, where it was common for people in his family to look down on others. But that never became a part of who he was, he was friendly to everyone, and anyone he met. Despite the warning his family used to give about their perceived "Lessers" And despite what people called him for being friendly to others.
As he grew into a young man despite having anything, and everything he can possibly want he decided to spite his family, and join the SADF. This shocked his family, and caused a schism between him, and his parents. They just could not see why their oldest child would want to join the military, and give up his posh life. They fought for days, and eventually settled on never speaking again. And to this day he still hopes every letter he gets is one from his parents. Saying they forgave him, and accept what he wants. Or that they were wrong, but it never comes.
His training in the SADF was brutal, but he still preformed admirably his superiors said he never disobeyed an instructors orders no matter how cruel. Run until you puke? He did it until his stomach was empty, Push ups until your arms give out? He did that, then kept trying despite them. This coupled with just a knack for soldiering made him an amazing recruit, and guaranteed that his superiors would be watching his career in the future. After his training, he did the usual SADF stuff. Help quell some of the worse riots, help deal with rebels. The usual for them. But the exemplary way he handled him made his unit CO request for him to go through SF training.
If he thought SADF was bad, SF training was hell on earth. Grueling exercises, tough scenarios, no sleep, falling out of perfectly good airplanes. But he once again tried to out preform. So he made it worse on himself, and managed to rub some of his fellow trainees the wrong way as well. When he was told he was one of the very few to make it through the training, and they handed him his first assignment his true calling began.
Six years he spent with SASF. Six long years. Mission to mission. Quelling rebels, terrorists, and other scum. Following orders to the letter, no matter how brutal. A total difference from his friendliness off the field. Torture, long range shooting, being pointman on a breach. He never said no to anything from his superiors. But still he felt something was missing. He had never left South Africa, and he had a desire to see the world. So he asked around if there was a way to do it, and still do what he loved. That's when one of his officers slipped him the brochure for Camp Sunshine, telling him. "I know a guy there, and you can always learn new skills from them. But you can also show em how we do it down here, while getting to see more of wide world. Go get em eh?" The two shook hands, and when his contract was up he made the proper arrangements, flew out there, and then met with the camp contact who took him the rest of the way. To begin a new chapter in his life, a new area of training.
It's been a year, and I'm back for the long haul. SOOOOOO bump!
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