Redthorn Anvil

Veritas Lux Mea

"Right. I hope you can reload that quickly."
The Judge had been watching as Teg took down several of their pirating adversaries with that rather beastly machine she was carrying - until she had to reload. Not wanting to waste any precious time, he lifted his makeshift body-shield and advanced on the intruders, some of which futilely attempting to shoot through his blades. Some of the smarter ones, however, were making moves to flank him. Hopefully Teg wouldn't blast his head off once she got herself reloaded. However, the attention was drawn to him now, being the more immediate threat, so that should give her enough time to get situated.
There was a break in the shooting as the others were realizing they were wasting ammunition, and that was his moment to strike. The shield broke apart and he whirled, thrusting out his blades to crunch into the necks of two pirates trying to flank him. Immediately he had to dodge behind some debris for cover before the answering weapons-fire could hit him.

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Things were spiraling out of control. From explosions and hull breaches, to crewmembers getting injured, to the appearance of a second potentially threatening ship, frankly with this kind of disaster the Judge wondered how these people managed to get anything done - let alone how any of them were still alive.
He didn't really like the idea of going down without a fight. Something had to be done, but nothing was being done. Not to retaliate, anyway. The Captain was at the now only functional turret, but they had no shields and for some reason the Lux was dead in the water. Whatever happened with the fuel line being repaired?

Either way, the ship wasn't going to last long like this.
He drew his swords, moving to leave the galley in preparation for assault. Seeing Teg, he strode up to her, since she seemed to be of the same mind with her ghastly machine of a weapon.
Aligning the blunt edges of his blades, they snapped together, forming what one could guess was a body shield. It was heavy, certainly, but if the point of it rested on the ground, he could manage it with one hand. With the other, he drew a sidearm.
In the event that they should be boarded, he could use his shield-blade like one of the phalanx - protecting not only himself but the person next to him as well.
Seeing as Teg had to operate her weapon with both arms, he assumed, she could probably benefit from a little extra protection.

New players needed in on-going space western!

*spying from afar with squinted eyes*

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Well, it seemed to be one disaster after another on this ship. The Judge had been half-expecting this situation with the fuel lines would blow over, and the remainder of the trip would otherwise remain relatively eventless. Though, he supposed, a bit of peace and quiet for once would naturally be too much to hope for.
It seemed the crew all had their jobs to do and were busy going about them; which again left him to his own devices. Nevertheless, he was mildly curious about their uninvited guests. What was one to do in such cases as this? Well, one could always look out a window.
That is exactly what the bladesman did, though reeling somewhat from the laserfire. He had to admit, he didn't often travel by spacecraft - let alone one that got into firefights.
Bandits, scavengers, pirates - there was no real way to know who these adversaries were without boarding their ship.
He had half a mind to do just that, but he was also curious to witness how well the crew of the Veritas could handle themselves.
No, he would stay here. Stay and observe. If he was needed, he would be ready.

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No sooner had the Lux sped on its way away from the Hub when the bomb hit, sending the ship right back into motionlessness, though perhaps somewhat indirectly, since the device only took out half the engines.
Of course, on a seedy ship like this, Judge had expected nothing less.
As the captain and first mate bailed from the mess hall, leaving him alone, he returned his swords to their places on his belt, finally satisfied with the keenness of their edges. Then, almost casually, he took up his empty mug and crossed the room to finish making the new pot of coffee that Kevej had abandoned. The damage to the ship was no business of his, anyway, and he was absolutely sure that after this, more than a few of the crew would trust him even less - so for the sake of avoiding a headache, it would be better if they didn't catch him wandering around unsupervized, for the time being.
Thus, he opted to stay put.
And anyway, he wanted more coffee.

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Presently, the Judge heard light footsteps coming down the hallway, soon revealing the figure of the mercenary, whom they call "Teg". His yellow eyes followed her, unblinking, as she passed by, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
Just as well.
The woman seemed to be in a rather chipper mood at present. First impression; she was an odd one to be a mercenary.
Not long after, the pilot called Andrea followed. His expression [or lack thereof] did not change as she shot a narrow-eyed glance his way. He'd seen that look a thousand times - did she think to get some kind of reaction out of him, or did she simply wish to make her displeasure known?
Either way, he cared not.
He sipped his coffee.
With what he had observed thus far about the crew, it was clear to him that they were, generally, wary of him. Hiding something, perhaps. There was a common misconception that Judges would track down every lawbreaker. It was, of course, ridiculous. It mattered not to him if these people broke their own laws. It was only the laws of his country that mattered to him. Now, it would of course be different if one of them had something against Rysudan law...
But, he had no reason to suspect any of them yet. He had informed the captain of his intent, and that alone should be sufficient for the crew.
He looked down, and was mildly surprised to see an empty mug before him. Had he drunk his coffee so quickly?
...Disappointing.
He took up his blade and stone again.
Shing.
Shing.

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Shing.
Shing.
The sound of stone against metal reverberated through the currently unoccupied mess hall, save for the one whose hands were the instruments in making the sound. A short blade rested against the knee of a man clad in black, silver, and gold. His arms and chest were protected by heavy armoring, adorned with decorative gilding surmounted only by the twisted helm he wore. on the table in front of him, a single mug of coffee, from which a coiling tendril of steam sprung forth of its dark substance. His nemesis.
"..."
A metallic sigh escaped the Judge, even as he set the stone and his blade on the table, freeing his hands to pull off his steely face. He'd lost this fight.
He took up the accursed mug and drank.

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Now I need to hear everyone's theme songs

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Sorry I've been a no-show, you guys, been busy. Characters are looking interesting so far, can't wait to see them all in action, huehuehue

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Judge of Blades

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Judge of Blades

Faceclaim

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Character Summary

Name: Gil Lamith
Aliases: Judge
Age: 177 Earth Years
Birthday: 324 AE
Species: Naka
Birth Planet: Xizu
Allegiance: Rysudan Government
Gender: Male
Occupation: Judges are the personal watchdogs and enforcers of Naka society, each protecting the interests of one country. Though a Judge’s power does not extend beyond the borders of his country, it is known that a Judge will ruthlessly hunt down any known threat to his government, no matter where in the galaxy a fugitive might run. Judges seldom work together, so it is highly unusual to see two in the same room. They don’t have a reputation for being the friendliest people alive, and they can certainly cause trouble for anyone they are suspicious of. Like typical police, however, Judges will leave you alone as long as you don’t give them a reason to suspect you of anything.

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Appearance

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 196
Build: Fit, but not bulky.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Neatly trimmed, short - very military. Dark brown.
Skin Tone: A slightly lighter shade of dark brown.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has no unusual markings.
Personal Style: On the rare occasion Judge can be seen unarmored, he will choose to wear whatever is both convenient and appropriate for his surroundings; he doesn’t really care that much what the garb is as long as it serves his purpose. That is, assuming he doesn’t have his uniform handy. Because he will definitely wear that before he throws on anything else.

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Personality:

Merciless * Loyal * Unforgiving * Coffee Addict

Relationship Status: Single.
interview:
How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
I asked around at the local bar. Politely.
How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
A high stress situation? Ah, you mean when other brigands like you come after your cargo or to settle a petty squabble. I haven't had a good fight in years - I look forward to it.
What do you think about the government?
If you were speaking of Rysudan’s government, you’d be dangerously close to being interrogated for treasonous speech. But I’m sure you were just asking about human government - which doesn’t concern me at all.
What do you think about people not of your species?
They are all equally capable of lying.
How do you feel about less than legal operations?
There is a severe punishment for anyone who breaks the law in Rysudan. But we aren’t in Rysudan, are we?
How would your acquaintances describe you?
I can’t say - I’ve killed most of my acquaintances.
How would your mother describe you?
Oh, I'm sure she would tell you I'm "the best son a mother could have." They all do, after all.
How would you describe yourself?
I'm a man who is devoted to protecting his country.

Habits:

• Blatantly staring at people who [not necessarily intended to] catch his attention.
• Eating in his quarters.

Hobbies:

• Profiling “people watching”.

Fears:

• Corruption.
• Anarchy.

Likes:

• A good cup of coffee.
• A few moments of quiet.
• Sharp blades.

Dislikes:

• Guns, in general - so uncivilized.
• Terrorists. They can all burn in hell, along with anyone who gets in the way.

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Information:

General Skills:

• Can pay attention to about four conversations at once
• Can clean up your guns and sharpen your knives
• Can beat you in a staring contest
• Makes a mean cup of coffee

Specialty Skills:

• Swordplay
• Marksmanship
• Investigation

Inventory:

• Clothing - one uniform, one set of armor
• two swords
• one pistol
• ammunition

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History:

Reason for joining crew: Looking either for a woman or a small man, name, race, age and appearance unknown, wanted for the murder of the brother of the governor of Rysudan. Oh, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you? No? We'll see.
History:
"You don't choose to become a Judge. You get chosen."
"When a Judge is killed, there's no time to wait for someone to apply for the job, the country's safety is on the line. So they throw the most convenient soldier in a ship and drag him off for training. I'm a Judge because I'm disposable, not because I'm any better than anyone else. Not exactly what you'd expect, eh? I don't think anyone really thinks about it. I definitely didn't when I joined the army."
"As a child, I watched them haul my father away to be "interrogated". Never saw him again. You'd think the last thing I would want to do was join the army but instead of despising law enforcement, I was inspired - inspired to see true justice done."
"Now I'm the one that "interrogates."

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Extras

Character Quote: Innocence is subjective.
Theme Song: Drunken Whaler
Criminal Record: Clean.
Anything Else: