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Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Thom Chaff The Heavy

Name:Thom Chaff
Age:22
Gender:Male
Apperance: Albeit a bit taller, and much broader.
Personality:A grim, albeit slightly traumatized soldier, with a heavy distaste of the nobility. Who would do anything to protect those he holds dear, even if it cost him his life. While he would protect those he holds dear, no one really knows if he actually holds you dear, or not as he doesn't say so, nor speak much at all, instead opting to grunt, hmm, or use basic gestures to get his point across though has a tendency to be vocal on the battlefield with his war cries, and whooping shouts as he enters to the fray in his heavy armor.

Backstory:Born in Alba, and the youngest of 8. Thom had always stood out among many, even his own siblings having been a large boy, larger than average at birth, larger than the other boys, and girls in childhood. This combined with his strength made him a pretty innate choice for him to do the heavy jobs around his village. Chopping wood, carrying goods off of, and onto carts, and earned him a profession as the village blacksmiths apprentice into his early teenage years. To Thom now, all that hard work was what he considered his golden years, his era of peace before getting hit with the face with the hammer that was reality.

The nobility had been getting discontented with their emperor, with discontent comes ploys for power, comes battle, comes backstabbing. Thom unfortunately at fifteen years old was caught up in this, his nobles local recruitment force saw the mountain of a boy, and conscripted him into his nobles fighting force. There the boy was forced to fight other nobles on the bitter field of battle. Either luck, or some sort of divine providence saved his life on those battlefields, but as time went on he hardened to war, he feared a part of him had begun to enjoy it, but it was a part of him he stuffed deep down. He survived battle after battle he was sent into becoming quite well known amongst his lords men, so he had the boy transferred to a different part of his army, a division of unmounted knights.

It was here where Thom found his true desire. Seeing the other knights putting their lives on the line in their heavy armor, seeing them protect the bulk of the army, and each other, actually giving a damn about a life. Thom promised himself that as long as there was war, he'd aspire to be like them to not fight for his own life but to protect those who might have a brighter future, to be the strong bulwark his people needed him to be. After the invasion of the kingdom however his noble had been one of the first to fall, and swear fealty to the invading king. This left his surviving troops in somewhat of a predicament they could either swear fealty to their new king, desert the army, or flee back to the capital to enlist with the Imperial army.

It was here the once tight knit regiment of armored soldiers became torn. They all agreed to desert, but to where was the question. Some wished to return to the capital to join the war, others wished to make their own life to raid, and pillage, to become bandits in their own homeland. Fighting both their former empire, and the kingdom. Thom wished he could say they all saw reason, and parted peacefully but nobody did. As they set camp, the ones who wished to become bandits turned on their brothers. Attacking without provocation, any noble dignified airs that had once been replaced with contempt, greed, and disdain. The fighting was bloody, and Thom was told by his captain to flee, and so he did. Only taking the clothes on his back with him as he fled into the wilderness.

Eventually wilderness gave way to civilization, and Thom was shown kindness as a stranger let him ride in his cart all the way to the capital. It was here he signed on with the imperial army, another unknown soldier in the sea of fresh faces that would be his new brothers, and sisters in arms.

[Combat]
Class:Guard
Affinity:Cosmic
Inventory: Iron axe, vulenary
Abilities: Iron Ox - When standing still, and defending Thom regains 5 hp, and a +1 to DEF.

Spells/Weapon Arts: Smash

Stats (All stats start at E rank. You may choose 3 stats to start at D rank, and 2 to start at C rank)
END:D
STR:C
MAG:E
DEX:E
SPD:E
DEF:C
RES:D
LCK:D

Talents: Armor
Experience: TBD

Support: TBD

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

@Sho Minazuki Alright, I'm gonna make my first post.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

@Sho Minazuki

I think I have it now. If you want me to change his background to that of a merc, I'm more than happy to go back, he can also leave the imperial army to sign on, or if you wish he could be attached as an imperial liaison.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Thom Chaff The Heavy

Name:Thom Chaff
Age:22
Gender:Male
Apperance: Albeit a bit taller, and much broader.
Personality:A grim, albeit slightly traumatized soldier, with a heavy distaste of the nobility. Who would do anything to protect those he holds dear, even if it cost him his life. While he would protect those he holds dear, no one really knows if he actually holds you dear, or not as he doesn't say so, nor speak much at all, instead opting to grunt, hmm, or use basic gestures to get his point across though has a tendency to be vocal on the battlefield with his war cries, and whooping shouts as he enters to the fray in his heavy armor.

Backstory:Born in Alba, and the youngest of 8. Thom had always stood out among many, even his own siblings having been a large boy, larger than average at birth, larger than the other boys, and girls in childhood. This combined with his strength made him a pretty innate choice for him to do the heavy jobs around his village. Chopping wood, carrying goods off of, and onto carts, and earned him a profession as the village blacksmiths apprentice into his early teenage years. To Thom now, all that hard work was what he considered his golden years, his era of peace before getting hit with the face with the hammer that was reality.

The nobility had been getting discontented with their emperor, with discontent comes ploys for power, comes battle, comes backstabbing. Thom unfortunately at fifteen years old was caught up in this, his nobles local recruitment force saw the mountain of a boy, and conscripted him into his nobles fighting force. There the boy was forced to fight other nobles on the bitter field of battle. Either luck, or some sort of divine providence saved his life on those battlefields, but as time went on he hardened to war, he feared a part of him had begun to enjoy it, but it was a part of him he stuffed deep down. He survived battle after battle he was sent into becoming quite well known amongst his lords men, so he had the boy transferred to a different part of his army, a division of unmounted knights.

It was here where Thom found his true desire. Seeing the other knights putting their lives on the line in their heavy armor, seeing them protect the bulk of the army, and each other, actually giving a damn about a life. Thom promised himself that as long as there was war, he'd aspire to be like them to not fight for his own life but to protect those who might have a brighter future, to be the strong bulwark his people needed him to be. After the invasion of the kingdom however his noble had been one of the first to fall, and swear fealty to the invading king. This left his surviving troops in somewhat of a predicament they could either swear fealty to their new king, desert the army, or flee back to the capital to enlist with the Imperial army.

It was here the once tight knit regiment of armored soldiers became torn. They all agreed to desert, but to where was the question. Some wished to return to the capital to join the war, others wished to make their own life to raid, and pillage, to become bandits in their own homeland. Fighting both their former empire, and the kingdom. Thom wished he could say they all saw reason, and parted peacefully but nobody did. As they set camp, the ones who wished to become bandits turned on their brothers. Attacking without provocation, any noble dignified airs that had once been replaced with contempt, greed, and disdain. The fighting was bloody, and Thom was told by his captain to flee, and so he did. Only taking the clothes on his back with him as he fled into the wilderness.

Eventually wilderness gave way to civilization, and Thom was shown kindness as a stranger let him ride in his cart all the way to the capital. It was here he signed on with the imperial army, another unknown soldier in the sea of fresh faces that would be his new brothers, and sisters in arms.

[Combat]
Class:Guard
Affinity:Cosmic
Inventory: Iron axe, vulenary
Abilities: Iron Ox - When standing still, and defending Thom regains 5 hp, and a +1 to DEF.

Spells/Weapon Arts: Smash

Stats (All stats start at E rank. You may choose 3 stats to start at D rank, and 2 to start at C rank)
END:D
STR:C
MAG:E
DEX:E
SPD:E
DEF:C
RES:D
LCK:D

Talents: Armor
Experience: TBD

Support: TBD

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Earth

1700 hours

Travis stared up at the monument before him, it was hard to believe how far Earth had come in the short amount of time since they beat back the reapers. This monument honored those who fought, and died. Both in space, and ground. They had sacrificed everything to keep humanity safe, and this had been the site of the decisive battle of Earth. London did suffer heavily in the attack, but now there was not a trace left behind. Even the reaper remains had been dragged off to undisclosed black sites within the solar system. Lest they indoctrinate anyone else. He gave a soft sigh as he came to those lost upon the Glasgow. They had lost so many in that battle, but their crippled ship had survived enough to be deemed repairable, after the battle. Now with some new crew, and some new toys. They would be leaving again, the first through the mass relay into the next system. Two frigates would be escorting them then separating when they made it to the other side, their mission was to scout out as much territory as they could, and help quash any pirate lords that might have taken over other systems in their absence.

It would be a rough mission, but Travis knew the Glasgow was ready for it. Almost as if reading his thoughts, his datapad pinged telling him it was time to go, that there was a shuttle waiting for him at the end of the walk. So he walked, his boots making hollow thuds on what had once been the sight of Earth's biggest battle in history, and one of the worse losses of human life in a long time. A small man, in the infinite scheme of what had happened there. Unbeknownst to him fate, or perhaps destiny would have something in store for him, and his crew. At the end of the walkway as a black, and red shuttle painted in the colors of the N7 special forces group, with a old school shark maw painted on it. Something he had let the small detachment of special forces operators paint onto their Kodiak, the doors slid open and he was greeted by one of his bridge officers. "Everyone is accounted for, we're the last ship to enter the hangar Captain. They want us through the relay in 30 minutes." She smiled, and gave her captain her best nod. Travis said nothing, the air still heavy for him from spending that much time around the ghosts of the past.

The shuttle ride was short, and once they were secured away. The Glasgow entered cruising speed to link up with the two frigates at the edge of the system already raring to go through the relay. He was barely out of the elevators when his bridge crew were calculating the link up with the relay. "Welcome to the bridge captain. We're going through in t-minus 5." His navigator smiled up at him, a new man to the ship. Travis would have to make a point to ask him his name later. "3...2...1..." There was a lurch as the ship entered the relay, and space around them changed. They were going faster than the speed of light, the system jump should of been a few short minutes. But things changed. The Glasgow did not exit through the other side as planned, the two frigates did. But The Glasgow just vanished.

"Alliance Command, this is Stalingrad come in." The captain of one of the escort frigates shouted into his FTL link. "Alliance command reads you Stalingrad go ahead." Came the voice of one of the admirals on the other end.
"Sir we lost The Glasgow, she's gone, she's just disappeared off our sensors."
"God help us..."
They had scouted all over for the Glasgow, even in what little sectors of dark space they knew in the area. Nobody ever found her, perhaps no one ever would.

---

Unknown Space

1735 hours SET

The Glasgow exited into empty space only a brief few minutes later, but the area around them didn't look like their star charts. It was clear that they had either over jumped, or something had gone very wrong. Before he could offer judgment down on his navigator the man spoke. "Sir, I programmed the jump correctly. But this area isn't on any star charts, and there's nothing familiar to identify it as anything within The Milky Way." The navigator said. Travis thought for a moment before speaking. "So you're saying we're not in any known space at all?"
"Correct sir."
"Sensors, try pinging for any breathable planets out there." The other navigation officer on sensors, nodded before getting to his job. They had been drifting for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Sir, we found two. A planet, and it's habitable moon. Both already have life on them that match thermals for organic life, as well as space craft."
"Good set a course." With that the ship was moving again, heading towards it's new destination.
When they finally entered the system with the planet Travis got a good view of the sensory readings. The main planet was a marshy, bog planet. Polluted, greasy rain plagued the main planet. The moon seemed to be fairing much better in this scenario, though even still. The surface was covered in an urban sprawl, and both planets showed signs of space faring life judging by the amount of ships that passed them by. As if they didn't exist, until they got into sensor range. They were hailed, and a disgusting slug like creature appeared on their screens, and spoke in a language they did not understand. "I don't understand you." Travis said, trying to see if he could identify the species, but there had been nothing in current logs that had named whatever this species was, at least as far as he knew. The slug like creature held up a fat finger, a universal sign of wait before what appeared to be some sort of droid showed up on the screen, and began to speak English. "The most esteemed Thesuss Of Nar Shaddaa bids you welcome outsiders, but identify yourselves lest you get blasted until not even atoms remain." The droid spoke. It's voice was flat, and devoid of emotion. "I'm Captain Travis Elliot, of the SSV Glasgow. Human systems alliance ship. Do you mind telling us where we are, and what you are?" He asked. There was some talking, as the alien spoke to the droid clearly to translate the message again.
"Thesuss has not heard of this Human Systems Alliance, but he wishes to tell you, you are in Hutt space, and you interest him greatly. You may dock, but only as long as you come to him right away." with that the droid ended the communication, and transmitted data to The Glasgow. Oddly enough the alien systems, and theirs matched fairly well enough for them to get their coordinates.

After The Glasgow had secured dried dock, they dispatched a shuttle toward the planet. Travis had left Adrian in charge, and taken Sarah, and four other N7 operatives with him. All of them armored up, and armed with the their avenger assault rifles. The shuttle ride was quick, and efficient. They landed, and were greeted by the droid, as well as some more odd looking aliens. These ones weren't the slugs, but looked a lot like a human, and an Asari had a odd hybrid baby that grew head tails. They were also armed with weapons that Travis could not identify. "My master requests that you follow me, to him." The droid said, and with that beckoned the group further into the palace.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

SSV Glasgow

Name of Ship: SSV Glasgow
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Mass Effect.
Ship Class: Cruiser
Role: a cruiser, it's basically the frontline fighter of space combat.
Physical Description/Image:

The ship

Physical Size (roughly):707 Meters
Armament/Complement (roughly):

• Kinetic Barriers
• Ablative Armor
• 3 tubes of Disruptor torpedos.
• 2 tubes of Javelin Torpedos
• Standard FTL drive
• 6 GARDIAN class anti-fighter, anti missile turrets
• Heat dispersal units.
• 1 bow mounted Kinetic accelerator. This is used in the opening of combat, fulfilling a very much long distance role. After all Isaac Newton is the deadliest mother fucker in space.
• 60x Broadside Kinetic accelerator 15 for it's 2 decks, starboard, and portside.
• Standard Sensors
• Standard military grade thrusters

History of the Ship:The Glasgow is a York-class cruiser. One of the largest cruisers in the Systems Alliance Navy. 5 decks in total. 1 Officers deck, 2 gun decks, engineering deck, and a hangar/storage deck. The top most gun deck also serves as the command deck, and both gun decks have crew quarters. The Glasgow was handed to one Captain Travis Elliot shortly before the Battle of the Citadel, and attached to fifth fleet. The Cruiser had barely been out of dry dock, before it was thrust into combat. They received a call from a system alliance commander, turned spectre for aid in citadel space. The fearsome geth were being led by a spectre turned traitor named Saren. So the fifth fleet was sent through the relays into the battle of the citadel.

The crew were put through their trial of fire, helping engage geth ships, even landing a couple. But the order came in, the fifth fleet was to protect The Destiny Ascension, where the council of the Citadel were currently aboard. This cost them a third of fifth fleet, and Travis Elliot many friends. But in the end, The council was saved. Paving way for humanity to enter the council of citadel space. But this left a bitter taste in some of the members of fifth fleet, who saw the loss of life as nothing more than political maneuvering.

After the battle of The Citadel. The Glasgow, and the fifth fleet ended up getting a few peaceful moments when they were set to guard against Batarian slavers, and their raids on systems alliance planets. But it didn't take long for the Batarians to go oddly silent, and the raids to mysteriously cease. A couple months later they found their answer. A new threat, The Reapers. A species of sentient AI had come to wipe them out. All of the fleets humanity had to offer tried to slow them down, but ultimately once they reached the sol system they were forced onto the run. The Fifth Fleet was scattered to the wind in a hostile galaxy. Hit, and run attacks worked well against The Reapers, but they were too strong. They were losing.

The crew of The Glasgow were tired, they had been pushed to their limits, and they were lost. But then the order came. "Take back Earth." So they hopped aboard the closest relay, and joined onto The battle of Earth. Travis had never seen so many ships in his life. Every race in the galaxy was there to help retake Earth, but still The Reapers were heavily favored in this battle. They were just there to stall so The Crucible, a secret weapon designed to take on The Reapers could fire. It was here the crew of The Glasgow proved their worth, helping screen shuttles to enter the planet, and even deploying their own ground compliment. Holding off The Reapers, with the aid of a sister ship.

The battle for Earth was one of the most intense battles the crew had ever been in, and The Glasgow did sustain damages during it. With multiple hull breaches they couldn't hold out much longer, and they thought it was the end. Their one hope had gone radio silent, the ground crews were reporting heavy casualties, the fleets were reporting heavy damages, or casualties. Then it happened. The crucible fired, and a pulse swept through the battlefield The Reapers just stopped fighting, and the relay's went dark. Leaving The Battlefield eerily quiet for a few moments. Then the cheers came, and it echoed so loudly through the communications systems that the crew were sure they'd go deaf. But shortly after the celebration, the reality sunk in. Billions dead, multiple ships lost, millions of military personnel lost, and to top it all of The Relay's went dark. They were now isolated.

It's been two years since The Battle of Earth. The other species tried to do what they could to get back home mostly opting for using their FTL drives. While the Systems Alliance worked on rebuilding Earth, and eventually even got the Relay's running again. Three ships were chosen at random to enter the Relay to see if they worked as they used to, to go restore order and peace to the the human systems around them, and search for the council. The Glasgow is one of the three, sent because The Systems Alliance isn't sure if The Reapers are still waiting for them out there, and The Glasgow is more than happy to go.
Notable Crew:

• Captain Travis Elliot:
  Appearance

  
  Travis Elliot is a former Alliance marine, turned naval officer because of a combat injury. He is an exemplary officer, who cares for the lives of his crew more than his own. He'd do anything to keep them safe, even if it meant sacrificing his pride, and joy The Glasgow. Also considered a competent officer in his own right. Keeping the crews spirits high after first contact with The Reapers.
• Major Adrian Laskey:
  Appearance

  Out of Armor.
  Armored.
  Adrian Laskey has been aboard The Glasgow since it first left dry dock serving as the commanding officer of the Marine detachment aboard the vessel. A veteran of many battles, a marine officer, and most importantly an efficient leader, and loyal to boot. He serves as Captain Elliot's voice, and is also the XO of The Glasgow.
• 1st LT Sarah Wilkes:
  Appearance

  
  Sarah Wilkes is in charge of the small detachment of N7 Special Forces operators on board The Glasgow. Attached to it for it's foray through the newly opened relays. A veteran of several classified missions, and was part of the ground forces left on Earth during The Reaper invasion. Using her biotic abilities, and extensive skills in combat to run guerrilla attacks against reaper held targets.

Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology:Mass accelerator tech, mass effect generators, kinetic barriers for both ships, and infantry, element zero tech.
Crew Size: 515 (400 sailors, 100 marines, 15 N7 Operatives) Also carrying a compliment of 4 Mantes gunships, 10 Kodiak Shuttles 2 Mako IFV's Nicknamed The Jumping Bean, and The Fleabite respectively.
Faction/Operator/Owner: Human Systems Alliance

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Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Name of Ship: SSV Glasgow
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Mass Effect.
Ship Class: Cruiser
Role: a cruiser, it's basically the frontline fighter of space combat.
Physical Description/Image:

The ship

Physical Size (roughly):707 Meters
Armament/Complement (roughly):

• Kinetic Barriers
• Ablative Armor
• 3 tubes of Disruptor torpedos.
• 2 tubes of Javelin Torpedos
• Standard FTL drive
• 6 GARDIAN class anti-fighter, anti missile turrets
• Heat dispersal units.
• 1 bow mounted Kinetic accelerator. This is used in the opening of combat, fulfilling a very much long distance role. After all Isaac Newton is the deadliest mother fucker in space.
• 60x Broadside Kinetic accelerator 15 for it's 2 decks, starboard, and portside.
• Standard Sensors
• Standard military grade thrusters

History of the Ship:The Glasgow is a York-class cruiser. One of the largest cruisers in the Systems Alliance Navy. 5 decks in total. 1 Officers deck, 2 gun decks, engineering deck, and a hangar/storage deck. The top most gun deck also serves as the command deck, and both gun decks have crew quarters. The Glasgow was handed to one Captain Travis Elliot shortly before the Battle of the Citadel, and attached to fifth fleet. The Cruiser had barely been out of dry dock, before it was thrust into combat. They received a call from a system alliance commander, turned spectre for aid in citadel space. The fearsome geth were being led by a spectre turned traitor named Saren. So the fifth fleet was sent through the relays into the battle of the citadel.

The crew were put through their trial of fire, helping engage geth ships, even landing a couple. But the order came in, the fifth fleet was to protect The Destiny Ascension, where the council of the Citadel were currently aboard. This cost them a third of fifth fleet, and Travis Elliot many friends. But in the end, The council was saved. Paving way for humanity to enter the council of citadel space. But this left a bitter taste in some of the members of fifth fleet, who saw the loss of life as nothing more than political maneuvering.

After the battle of The Citadel. The Glasgow, and the fifth fleet ended up getting a few peaceful moments when they were set to guard against Batarian slavers, and their raids on systems alliance planets. But it didn't take long for the Batarians to go oddly silent, and the raids to mysteriously cease. A couple months later they found their answer. A new threat, The Reapers. A species of sentient AI had come to wipe them out. All of the fleets humanity had to offer tried to slow them down, but ultimately once they reached the sol system they were forced onto the run. The Fifth Fleet was scattered to the wind in a hostile galaxy. Hit, and run attacks worked well against The Reapers, but they were too strong. They were losing.

The crew of The Glasgow were tired, they had been pushed to their limits, and they were lost. But then the order came. "Take back Earth." So they hopped aboard the closest relay, and joined onto The battle of Earth. Travis had never seen so many ships in his life. Every race in the galaxy was there to help retake Earth, but still The Reapers were heavily favored in this battle. They were just there to stall so The Crucible, a secret weapon designed to take on The Reapers could fire. It was here the crew of The Glasgow proved their worth, helping screen shuttles to enter the planet, and even deploying their own ground compliment. Holding off The Reapers, with the aid of a sister ship.

The battle for Earth was one of the most intense battles the crew had ever been in, and The Glasgow did sustain damages during it. With multiple hull breaches they couldn't hold out much longer, and they thought it was the end. Their one hope had gone radio silent, the ground crews were reporting heavy casualties, the fleets were reporting heavy damages, or casualties. Then it happened. The crucible fired, and a pulse swept through the battlefield The Reapers just stopped fighting, and the relay's went dark. Leaving The Battlefield eerily quiet for a few moments. Then the cheers came, and it echoed so loudly through the communications systems that the crew were sure they'd go deaf. But shortly after the celebration, the reality sunk in. Billions dead, multiple ships lost, millions of military personnel lost, and to top it all of The Relay's went dark. They were now isolated.

It's been two years since The Battle of Earth. The other species tried to do what they could to get back home mostly opting for using their FTL drives. While the Systems Alliance worked on rebuilding Earth, and eventually even got the Relay's running again. Three ships were chosen at random to enter the Relay to see if they worked as they used to, to go restore order and peace to the the human systems around them, and search for the council. The Glasgow is one of the three, sent because The Systems Alliance isn't sure if The Reapers are still waiting for them out there, and The Glasgow is more than happy to go.
Notable Crew:

• Captain Travis Elliot:
  Appearance

  
  Travis Elliot is a former Alliance marine, turned naval officer because of a combat injury. He is an exemplary officer, who cares for the lives of his crew more than his own. He'd do anything to keep them safe, even if it meant sacrificing his pride, and joy The Glasgow. Also considered a competent officer in his own right. Keeping the crews spirits high after first contact with The Reapers.
• Major Adrian Laskey:
  Appearance

  Out of Armor.
  Armored.
  Adrian Laskey has been aboard The Glasgow since it first left dry dock serving as the commanding officer of the Marine detachment aboard the vessel. A veteran of many battles, a marine officer, and most importantly an efficient leader, and loyal to boot. He serves as Captain Elliot's voice, and is also the XO of The Glasgow.
• 1st LT Sarah Wilkes:
  Appearance

  
  Sarah Wilkes is in charge of the small detachment of N7 Special Forces operators on board The Glasgow. Attached to it for it's foray through the newly opened relays. A veteran of several classified missions, and was part of the ground forces left on Earth during The Reaper invasion. Using her biotic abilities, and extensive skills in combat to run guerrilla attacks against reaper held targets.

Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology:Mass accelerator tech, mass effect generators, kinetic barriers for both ships, and infantry, element zero tech.
Crew Size: 515 (400 sailors, 100 marines, 15 N7 Operatives) Also carrying a compliment of 4 Mantes gunships, 10 Kodiak Shuttles 2 Mako IFV's Nicknamed The Jumping Bean, and The Fleabite respectively.
Faction/Operator/Owner: Human Systems Alliance

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

Are we talking the super well trained Stormtroopers of legends, or the shitty ones from the movies?

Welcome to Camp Sunshine (2 Spots left!)

Garrett

When one of his bunk mates entered the tent Garrett stood up, but the man just nodded at him, clearly he didn't wish to be bothered. Poor guy must be car sick. Some people don't do good on bumpy vehicles rolling through dense jungle humidity. But he did say a. "Hello. I'm Garrett, heading to the range, have a good one." It was a quick barrage of words, and then a half wave thrown over his shoulder as he shoved open the tent flap, and went back out into the humidity.

In order to keep himself tip top, he did a quick jog to the firing range. Kicking up little puffs of dust as he went. Passing other campers, and giving them a half wave as he passed by. In a camp full of cutthroat killers, it does help to be the one who was polite to the others. As others were scattering to their tents he made sure to file down their faces for later. They'd either be potential allies, or bitter rivals as inevitably the camp instructors would pit them against each other. It was a common tactic of training schools to pit groups against one another. As he passed, he was trying to determine who was going to make the cut, and who would end up a wash out early. But they weren't his problem yet.

When he finally made it to the range, and inspected it. He couldn't help but chuckle, some things no matter where you went never changed. And firing ranges were one of those things. You could be in South Africa, The United States, or some jungle camp for hardened killers, to be turned into mercenaries. And it'd still be the same. He walked over to admire the wide selection of weaponry but he settled on just two. The M16A4, and the classic Kalashnikov. Most modern military's base their platforms on both weapons so practice with either could possibly be with either of these weapons. After getting a few extra mags of 5.56, and 7.62 respectively he hit the range, starting with the 25, to 50, to 100, then to 300 meter targets. Hitting his targets with accuracy with single fire, and burst fire. Both weapons were smooth, and he could see why they were used so often. But it didn't compare to his standard weapon of use back home. The camp was soon filled with the rapport of his gunfire, as he practiced his day away.