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Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

As a small aside, I wanted to include a battle sequence in space at the end of my post but I'm rather tired and sick writing this so I had to call it there. Want to do it justice when I'm feeling better. Hope you all enjoy it still :)

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

-INTRUDER ALERT!-INTRUDER ALERT!-INTRUDER ALERT!-

Alarms blared as Leo focused. The sound of hissing pipes, screaming and shooting lulled and in that moment, he heard a single set of boots stride into the room. These ones heavier than the last.

“I said…”, the voice began, distorted by some kind of mask or respirator. The footfalls seemed to be moving off to one side.

Heavy armour…big gun likely…a few to head should do it…

“…lay down your FUCKING weapons…and-“
“Oi!”, Leo shot up from behind cover and leveled the GR-7 squarely and steadily at the source of the voice. A large individual covered head to-toe in heavy metal armoring with tough synthetic fabrics showing through the gaps. G.I.A emblazoned across the back plate. The figure had barely began to turn their head before a series of rapid trigger pulls reduced much of the their skull to a mushy red paste.

Well, took a few more to get through the helmet but…

Leo made a mental check of his ammo count.

Time to get the fuck out of here.

9:12pm

Making sure to set the hanger doors open in an adjoining control room, Leo made a dash for his ship in the seconds until the room began to depressurize. Now inside the ship, he hit a button in the cockpit of his ship and the cabin began to close up just as a fresh wave of yelling flared up from where was moments ago and a fresh alarm sounded.

-WARNING. ATMOSPHERIC LEAK DETECTED. BULKHEADS IN SECTOR 4 CLOSING IN 10 SECONDS-

He quickly ran through the critical checks and began rapidly preparing the ship for launch. The ships thrusters fired up, incinerating a fresh wave of G.I.A soldiers attempting to flee the room. Leo shoved the throttle forwards and his ship surged towards the blackness of space and out through the open hanger doors.

And straight into a small flotilla of G.I.A star ships in the process of boarding and surrounding the station...

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

Okay after much agony and discussion with Andre, I have amended the sound of my Gauss Rifle after realizing the "Crack!" I initially put doesn't really capture what it would/should sound like very well.

I changed it too a "Pvew" in my post. Also threw in a clip that pretty much nails it. Except for how clunky and noisy the reloading sound is, ignore that part.

GR-7 Firing Sound

Also attached it to my character sheet.

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

There was a brief interlude in the bullet storm just inches above and Leo listened closely to the sound of running boots on the metal floor of the hangar.

Okay. One right, two left.

In one swift and continuous motion he swung his upper body around the right side of his cover and squeezed the GR-7s trigger.

*Pvew!*

“Aaarrghh fucking hell!”, a voice screamed in agony as Leo’s round smashed its way through the man’s upper left leg, causing a splash of blood and bone as he toppled forwards. The sound of the rifle reverberated throughout the chamber. Leo shifted his momentum and pulled back behind cover, swinging his rifle around in the other direction just in time for the other two men to sprint into his view away from the smoke.

*Pvew-Pvew!*

Two more men from Grecia’s Interplanetary Authority fell to the ground, silent. Having each received one round to the heart.
“Lay down your fucking weapons and get down on the ground!” A voice roared from somewhere past the smoke. The station around him rumbled from the shock of another more distant explosion.

Leo looked over at two corpses, the letters G.I.A emblazoned on their body armor.
“Fuck me.” He muttered. “Guess that old man was right in one way when he said you always leave with more than you bargained for. Speaking of…” he stood up and aimed his rifle squarely at the freshly refurbished airlock. Waiting a moment for more threats to stream in as the thick smoke began to rapidly dissipate. An audible cacophony of chaos streamed into the hanger.

He crept slowly towards the origin of the smoke.

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

Grecia, Orgon II Moon.
5:45pm
City Nine, Gamma Ray Bar

Leo took his first sip of whiskey for the evening without averting his gaze from the dull blue glow of a burner phone, sifting through unending information streams like a fisherman trawling in an endless and lifeless ocean.
“Work?” The barman inquired, briefly relieving Leo from his trance like state.
“Light,” Leo replied slowly. He finished his whiskey and shunted the glass back across the bar.

==ARSODIAN AUTHORITIES PLACE BOUNTY ON ROGUE GENERAL RO-==

Looking up mid-sentence to begin ordering another round, Leo paused.
“Another?” Asked the barman.
Wait a second…
Leo focused on the tablet again, soaking in every detail of the proceeding text. With eyes wide and jaw agape, he stuffed the tablet back into one of his pockets and shot up. He returned a polite nod, “No thanks. Actually Ray, I’ve got work to do.” After overpaying he spun on his heels, catching a half-grin from Ray and then vanished in the evening night air.

The doors to the bar clicked shut behind him, leaving Ray no time to protest. With a renewed vigor Leo briskly made a beeline for the outskirts of the city, his boots heavy footfalls making a muffled clopping sound on the wet sidewalk. He looked up at the dark cloud choked sky, then the neglected facades of shops, clubs and apartments through the helmet visor and recalled hunkering down in nicer neighborhoods once upon a time. But in this district most folks, including the authorities, paid him little mind and it was a decent place to lay low while work was scarce.
Now thumbing through contacts, only added for sheer convenience, on his touchscreen burner Leo selected a name and brought the touchscreen to his ear and waited.
“Hello again dear, this is…” Leo began, before the woman interrupted. “Of course,” he replied. A single water droplet landed on the visor. “No, no this purely a business call,” he added, chuckling. “Yeah, calling in a solid ya owe me,” Leo continued. Now picking up the pace further as more droplets began to accumulate.
“What’ve you got that’s fast…” Leo grinned, satisfying the woman’s eager reply.

7:15pm
City Nine Outskirts, Private Launch Strip

Sat securely in the pilot’s seat, Leo locked in the pre-flight checks and waited as instruments, lights and indicators throughout the cockpit came to life. Whilst only a matter of seconds, the excruciating wait was soon over and he felt an old yet familiar buzz wash over him as “Ignition Status” finally changed to -READY-. The term itself a holdover from the days of chemical thrusters.

Leo stabbed at the launch button with his index finger and pushed the throttle into HALF. The ships thrusters roared and screamed to life as the armed 2-seater craft rocketed down the runway before slamming the throttle forward into FULL. He pulled on the control stick and the ship arced up through the pouring rain, slicing effortlessly through the dense cloud cover into the upper atmosphere of Orgon II’s sole moon.

Outer Orgon System
9:00pm
Black Market Goods Station

“This gate is safe to use?” Leo enquired, eying the short old man suspiciously.
“Of course! Get you to your destination or your money back haha,” the man laughed and nudged Leo lightheartedly.
“I see. Well let me finish loading her up and then I’ll be on my way buddy,” Leo turned and strode alone back through the hanger airlock, picking up a small grey crate along the way. “And thank you.” He added, looking back briefly at the old mans crooked yet friendly smile. Stepping into a small and currently sealed room and setting the crate down, Leo opened up its lid. His eyes feasted on the array of specially made ammunition. Terran in origin, though redesigned for the kinds of Gauss weaponry he carried these days. Wholly illegal.
For a brief few moments, he remembered the fighting. He remembered General Roa. He remembered Cavella. Then quickly resealed the crate and pulled it up into the ship’s small cargo compartment and let the ramp retract. Suddenly the room turned red, pulsing intermittently in a harsh light.

-INTRUDER ALERT!-INTRUDER ALERT!-INTRUDER ALERT!-

“Oh fuc-“ Leo cursed aloud but was interrupted by the sound a large explosion behind the airlock he’d just entered through. The sound of fire and ripping metal filled the chamber and the airlock door tumbled through the air at high speed before finally slamming into ground with a grating clang.
The hanger rung out with the sound of gunfire and screaming coming from through the airlock, giving him barely enough time to duck and slide behind a pile of metal sheets near the door as a hail of bullets cut through the air just inches above his helmet.
Leo draw the GR-7 from his back, loaded it, and prepared to return fire.

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

Leonardo Zelevan

Name: Leonardo (Leo) Zelevan
Age: 28
Race: Human
Genetics: Coordinator

Appearance:
-Slightly Pale Skin
-Black Hair, just down past the ears and eyes
-Rough stubble
-Light Blue Eyes

In full Combat Outfit:


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Important items:
Important items? I carry little on me unless it’s necessary. What personal effects I do I have ain’t with me. They’re somewhere safe, though I do have…this handy Multi-Tool. Got ends like a Screwdriver...Corkscrew...bottle opener...the essentials.

Weapons:
-GR-7 Gauss Assault Rifle (Pictured)
-PT-99 Silenced Pistol Side-Arm (Pictured, holstered)
-Twin Survival Knives

-GR-7 Firing Sound:


Physical Abilities:
You’re looking at an, admittedly young, yet experienced and capable veteran of the Silver Legions. Though perhaps I’m undeserving of that title given I defected. Still, to excel in the Emperors Legions and even live through the brutal shit show on Cavella you gotta be:
-Resourceful and Cunning
-Tough, strong and fit
-And Highly proficient at the former bit of “Kill or be Killed”

Reaction time? Keep those numbers low rookie, heh. I sometimes wonder how so many un-moded soldiers got outa there alive.
I’m officially classified as a Coordinator yes, though in my case as far as I can tell it seems to lend me more acuity. Particularly so in the middle of a battle, unsurprisingly when shit hits the fan if it hasn’t already. I’m far more fit than many I served alongside and commanded, also I’ve been quite good at long term deployments as far as metabolism goes so there might be something there.

For most of my life, I’d tell you that I got all the good bits for free. But ever since I recovered enough to strike out on my own, I feel like it may be my past that’ll do me in far sooner than any adversary I’ll have too face. Still trying to work out the pattern, but I’ll have to concentrate on my mind more so when things get stressful.

The docs had a lotta trouble with me before I left, but I guess I'll have to take care of myself from now on.

Psionic Powers:
None to speak of...
Ah! But if I could read your mind...would I tell? Heheh, nah I'm good.

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Personality:
I’m a tough motherfucker! Though of course I’d say that aye? Erm, in all honesty I would describe myself as perhaps a bit of a reserved person, able to have a dig anyone and almost anything. That includes myself. You gotta be able to give yourself shit sometimes I think, loosen up and maybe see some humor in a bad situation, have a laugh too even? Prevents an ego too I suppose. Got a few odd or shocked looks from people who hear the shit I say about myself sometimes but it’s all in jest.

I don't take kindly to bullshit. Especially after what I've been through and what I've swallowed in my life. I'm talking about propaganda and lies...haha! Sniffing it out can be difficult, discerning fact from fiction and finding reality buried under layers of lies. But I'm learning, and if I find out I've been deceived...there is no second chance.

I’m someone who likes a close friend or few though I’ve had little chance to develop many close friendships my whole life. Yeah I have hobbies or passions sure but, those haven’t been important for a long time.

I reckon I’ll ride this out for awhile and find somewhere I belong. Maybe get away again, this time for good.

Background:
An only child and born to a moderately successful mother and father, Leonardo (or Leo), like countless other youths was swept up and indoctrinated by the Arsodian Empires formidable propaganda machine at a young age and bought wholesale its ideals, supposed greatness and superiority. He dreamed of joining the Silver Legions and spent a significant portion of his youth preparing to join the military, usually at the expense of leisure and social activity.

Turning 20, Leo joined up and served loyally for 6 years with a high degree of patriotism and fanaticism that would rapidly draw the attention of his superiors. He enjoyed a number of promotions and medals, yet it was here that the first cracks began to form in his spirit and beliefs, though he suppressed them well. To him at least, military service wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and as he moved up through military command he began to gradually peek through the proud and shinning façade the Empire had sold him, revealing hints of corruption and cruelty.

It wasn’t long after receiving his 4th field promotion that the Silvestia-Anavia War broke out and they transferred him to the 7th Silver Legion, to serve under the command of General Vincent Roa. In the opening months the initial deployments and flurry of interstellar warfare settled down and began to slowly morph into the grinding and brutal slogfest that few could have predicted. However, he continued to serve loyally and effectively believing in the cause. The Arsodian Empire would make a breakthrough he knew, and the war would be won. Like countless others he was inspired by Roa’s cunning and tactical mind, by his decisiveness and at times, brutality. Over time that unwavering loyalty had secretly faltered and through his experiences in the 14 long months of large-scale intergalactic warfare suppressed feelings and doubts festered.

Now 26, he then took part in what would become known as the Cavellan massacre in a strategic Terran Rim system. Leo left that blasted and god-forsaken rock with the remnants of the 7th,8th and 13th Silver Legions a shattered and ruined man. He was removed from active duty while he recovered, though the day he returned to active duty would never come.

Near the end of his recovery General Roa and his legion along with any others loyal to his cause defected from the Arsodian Empire, fleeing to a then unknown corner of space as he released his damning manifesto. Though Leo’s body and mind would recover well enough to serve, but it was his faith and personal relationship with the Arsodian Empire that could never be restored. For Leo, the veil had been lifted from his eyes and he saw his life, the Arsodian Empire, the Terrans and their great war for all that it was.

As soon as he was able Leonardo too, disappeared.

Feeling broken and betrayed by his empire and with little sense of identity nor a feeling of place within Arsodian society Leo soon turned to a life of solo freelance crime, quickly finding his niche in either the protection or elimination of targets both of Arsodian and Terran descent across the stars.

Roleplay Sample:
Leo took his first sip of whiskey for the evening without averting his gaze from the dull blue glow of a burner tablet, sifting through unending information streams like a fisherman trawling in an endless and lifeless ocean.
“Work?” The barman inquired, briefly relieving Leo from his trance like state.
“Light,” Leo replied slowly. He finished his whiskey and shunted the glass back across the bar.

==ARSODIAN AUTHORITIES PLACE BOUNTY ON ROGUE GENERAL RO-==

Looking up mid-sentence to begin ordering another round, Leo paused.
“Another?” Asked the barman.
Wait a second…
Leo focused on the tablet again, soaking in every detail of the proceeding text. With eyes wide and jaw agape, he stuffed the tablet back into one of his pockets and shot up. He returned a polite nod, “No thanks. Actually Ray, I’ve got work to do.” After overpaying he spun on his heels, catching a half-grin from Ray and then vanished in the evening night air.

Theme Song:

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

It's done :) The image I uploaded appears broken?

Edit: Fixed, ty Andre.

Born to Fight: Bounty Hunters

Leonardo Zelevan

Name: Leonardo (Leo) Zelevan
Age: 28
Race: Human
Genetics: Coordinator

Appearance:
-Slightly Pale Skin
-Black Hair, just down past the ears and eyes
-Rough stubble
-Light Blue Eyes

In full Combat Outfit:


-------------------------

Important items:
Important items? I carry little on me unless it’s necessary. What personal effects I do I have ain’t with me. They’re somewhere safe, though I do have…this handy Multi-Tool. Got ends like a Screwdriver...Corkscrew...bottle opener...the essentials.

Weapons:
-GR-7 Gauss Assault Rifle (Pictured)
-PT-99 Silenced Pistol Side-Arm (Pictured, holstered)
-Twin Survival Knives

Physical Abilities:
You’re looking at an, admittedly young, yet experienced and capable veteran of the Silver Legions. Though perhaps I’m undeserving of that title given I defected. Still, to excel in the Emperors Legions and even live through the brutal shit show on Cavella you gotta be:
-Resourceful and Cunning
-Tough, strong and fit
-And Highly proficient at the former bit of “Kill or be Killed”

Reaction time? Keep those numbers low rookie, heh. I sometimes wonder how so many un-moded soldiers got outa there alive.
I’m officially classified as a Coordinator yes, though in my case as far as I can tell it seems to lend me more acuity. Particularly so in the middle of a battle, unsurprisingly when shit hits the fan if it hasn’t already. I’m far more fit than many I served alongside and commanded, also I’ve been quite good at long term deployments as far as metabolism goes so there might be something there.

For most of my life, I’d tell you that I got all the good bits for free. But ever since I recovered enough to strike out on my own, I feel like it may be my past that’ll do me in far sooner than any adversary I’ll have too face. Still trying to work out the pattern, but I’ll have to concentrate on my mind more so when things get stressful.

The docs had a lotta trouble with me before I left, but I guess I'll have to take care of myself from now on.

Psionic Powers:
None to speak of...
Ah! But if I could read your mind...would I tell? Heheh, nah I'm good.

-------------------------

Personality:
I’m a tough motherfucker! Though of course I’d say that aye? Erm, in all honesty I would describe myself as perhaps a bit of a reserved person, able to have a dig anyone and almost anything. That includes myself. You gotta be able to give yourself shit sometimes I think, loosen up and maybe see some humor in a bad situation, have a laugh too even? Prevents an ego too I suppose. Got a few odd or shocked looks from people who hear the shit I say about myself sometimes but it’s all in jest.

I don't take kindly to bullshit. Especially after what I've been through and what I've swallowed in my life. I'm talking about propaganda and lies...haha! Sniffing it out can be difficult, discerning fact from fiction and finding reality buried under layers of lies. But I'm learning, and if I find out I've been deceived...there is no second chance.

I’m someone who likes a close friend or few though I’ve had little chance to develop many close friendships my whole life. Yeah I have hobbies or passions sure but, those haven’t been important for a long time.

I reckon I’ll ride this out for awhile and find somewhere I belong. Maybe get away again, this time for good.

Background:
An only child and born to a moderately successful mother and father, Leonardo (or Leo), like countless other youths was swept up and indoctrinated by the Arsodian Empires formidable propaganda machine at a young age and bought wholesale its ideals, supposed greatness and superiority. He dreamed of joining the Silver Legions and spent a significant portion of his youth preparing to join the military, usually at the expense of leisure and social activity.

Turning 20, Leo joined up and served loyally for 6 years with a high degree of patriotism and fanaticism that would rapidly draw the attention of his superiors. He enjoyed a number of promotions and medals, yet it was here that the first cracks began to form in his spirit and beliefs, though he suppressed them well. To him at least, military service wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and as he moved up through military command he began to gradually peek through the proud and shinning façade the Empire had sold him, revealing hints of corruption and cruelty.

It wasn’t long after receiving his 4th field promotion that the Silvestia-Anavia War broke out and they transferred him to the 7th Silver Legion, to serve under the command of General Vincent Roa. In the opening months the initial deployments and flurry of interstellar warfare settled down and began to slowly morph into the grinding and brutal slogfest that few could have predicted. However, he continued to serve loyally and effectively believing in the cause. The Arsodian Empire would make a breakthrough he knew, and the war would be won. Like countless others he was inspired by Roa’s cunning and tactical mind, by his decisiveness and at times, brutality. Over time that unwavering loyalty had secretly faltered and through his experiences in the 14 long months of large-scale intergalactic warfare suppressed feelings and doubts festered.

Now 26, he then took part in what would become known as the Cavellan massacre in a strategic Terran Rim system. Leo left that blasted and god-forsaken rock with the remnants of the 7th,8th and 13th Silver Legions a shattered and ruined man. He was removed from active duty while he recovered, though the day he returned to active duty would never come.

Near the end of his recovery General Roa and his legion along with any others loyal to his cause defected from the Arsodian Empire, fleeing to a then unknown corner of space as he released his damning manifesto. Though Leo’s body and mind would recover well enough to serve, but it was his faith and personal relationship with the Arsodian Empire that could never be restored. For Leo, the veil had been lifted from his eyes and he saw his life, the Arsodian Empire, the Terrans and their great war for all that it was.

As soon as he was able Leonardo too, disappeared.

Feeling broken and betrayed by his empire and with little sense of identity nor a feeling of place within Arsodian society Leo soon turned to a life of solo freelance crime, quickly finding his niche in either the protection or elimination of targets both of Arsodian and Terran descent across the stars.

Roleplay Sample:
Leo took his first sip of whiskey for the evening without averting his gaze from the dull blue glow of a burner tablet, sifting through unending information streams like a fisherman trawling in an endless and lifeless ocean.
“Work?” The barman inquired, briefly relieving Leo from his trance like state.
“Light,” Leo replied slowly. He finished his whiskey and shunted the glass back across the bar.

==ARSODIAN AUTHORITIES PLACE BOUNTY ON ROGUE GENERAL RO-==

Looking up mid-sentence to begin ordering another round, Leo paused.
“Another?” Asked the barman.
Wait a second…
Leo focused on the tablet again, soaking in every detail of the proceeding text. With eyes wide and jaw agape, he stuffed the tablet back into one of his pockets and shot up. He returned a polite nod, “No thanks. Actually Ray, I’ve got work to do.” After overpaying he spun on his heels, catching a half-grin from Ray and then vanished in the evening night air.

Theme Song:

I also realized after I'd written it that my rp sample was set in a bar type setting too, didn't read yours until after I did mine... XD

I was tempted to change it but I like it so I didn't.