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At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
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Would it be alright if I play as a morally conflicted Government security trooper who may or may not defect to the rebels?
I'm here! Don't know how I missed this ><'' I'm still interested in continuing this.
Decided to make a few more characters for security, so the next time we have such events, I have characters I can fall back on if Kezal isn't in the right area.
"I don't think so," Kezal said as he peered into the crate, in response to Rainman's question. "Looks empty, but get your men to give it a once over. It could have hidden compartments. Wouldn't be the first time a smuggler tried that trick." Most of his time during his counter-piracy operations involved storming unregistered cargo freighters trying to run the Sera'Shuun blockades of known pirate-infested systems. The majority of those missions involved less running-and-gunning and more methodical destruction of cargo to ensure that there were no secret compartments housing contraband. Of course, there were the much more fun moments when the ship he was on would just decide to do away with the formalities and just destroy the cargo ship with heavy weapons.
He narrowed his eyes as he heard the lady speak. Her language skills had improved significantly, but that was what aroused his suspicions. Just moments before, her sentence structure was all over the place, and now she was speaking close to perfectly. She still spoke in fragments, but it was still a vast improvement over the way she had spoken just moments before. Kezal was half-tempted to use some AI override commands he had learned back in basic training, but decided against it. If the lady was indeed an AI, then she had probably self-developed past the point where override commands would work. There was also the chance that she was not an AI and just a confused person awoken from a long sleep.
"Protocol dictates that I have to bring you to the security office for questioning," He said and neglected to translate. The lady had spoken the galactic common tongue, yet another thing which confused Kezal. It would have been so much simpler if she just spoke that to begin with. "But you make sense. It would be better if we conclude this situation without bloodshed." He said, then arched a brow - or more accurately, the plate above one of his eyes - as he heard her say that she did not know her name. Kezal had heard of severe confusion in people awoken from a long cryosleep, but never before had he heard of someone forgetting their name. "You had better come up with a name for yourself. I'm rubbish with human names."
He then turned to Rainman. "Thanks for your help. Once you have everything here under control, see that you bring copies of the paperwork over to the security office. Doohan should be back by now." He looked around the cargo bay, then said in a loud voice, "Lockdown is lifted! Back to your posts!" With that done, he gestured for the lady to follow. "This way. If we're lucky, Tabatier and Hizaka'Tivakaz would have defused the situation by now."
He narrowed his eyes as he heard the lady speak. Her language skills had improved significantly, but that was what aroused his suspicions. Just moments before, her sentence structure was all over the place, and now she was speaking close to perfectly. She still spoke in fragments, but it was still a vast improvement over the way she had spoken just moments before. Kezal was half-tempted to use some AI override commands he had learned back in basic training, but decided against it. If the lady was indeed an AI, then she had probably self-developed past the point where override commands would work. There was also the chance that she was not an AI and just a confused person awoken from a long sleep.
"Protocol dictates that I have to bring you to the security office for questioning," He said and neglected to translate. The lady had spoken the galactic common tongue, yet another thing which confused Kezal. It would have been so much simpler if she just spoke that to begin with. "But you make sense. It would be better if we conclude this situation without bloodshed." He said, then arched a brow - or more accurately, the plate above one of his eyes - as he heard her say that she did not know her name. Kezal had heard of severe confusion in people awoken from a long cryosleep, but never before had he heard of someone forgetting their name. "You had better come up with a name for yourself. I'm rubbish with human names."
He then turned to Rainman. "Thanks for your help. Once you have everything here under control, see that you bring copies of the paperwork over to the security office. Doohan should be back by now." He looked around the cargo bay, then said in a loud voice, "Lockdown is lifted! Back to your posts!" With that done, he gestured for the lady to follow. "This way. If we're lucky, Tabatier and Hizaka'Tivakaz would have defused the situation by now."
We could always partner up our security guys, doesn't have to be either one of us. =D
I would've done something, but my character was tied down with the whole AI thing. I can always make another security officer/detective, though. Got a rough idea for one.
Man, I love being able to make up my own language. Linguistics is such a fun tool to use. ^^
Kezal furrowed his brow. The lady's speech was stilted, grammatically wrong and sounded off. It reminded Kezal of an incident during his military days, when he was undergoing Factory AI Familiarization. It had been one of the toughest things he had ever had to do, since he was essentially given a blank-slate AI and expected to work with it over the course of a few weeks to see how he handled himself while working under the worst-case scenario of having to transport and work alongside an AI which had been returned to its factory state. It had taken Kezal an entire week to get it to speak Sera'Shuun with the correct syntax and inflection.
The way the lady spoke reminded him of that week, and that immediately spurred his suspicions. She looked like a human, but Kezal had heard of lifelike robots being manufactured for less-than-decent purposes. It did not take a stretch of the imagination to see how someone could come up with the bright idea of smuggling an AI somewhere by uploading it into one such robot. Of course, the reason why anyone would do that still eluded Kezal.
"I think she wants clothes," Kezal said, looking behind him at Rainman. "She also said something about helping, but I don't know with what. Her syntax is worse than a child's, that much I'm certain."
He looked back at the lady. It was quite rare for a human to bother learning Sera'Shuun; it was far easier for a Sera'Shuun to learn the common galactic tongue. "My name is Kezal Vazarik'Sikalaz." Kezal introduced himself, then repeated the whole thing in Sera'Shuun. There was always the outlandish and quite absurd notion that the lady had been raised by a Sera'Shuun family. Such incidences were rare, but it was a possibility. "Movarhuun mik siv Kezal Vazarik'Sikalaz." He pointed to Rainman. "He is Rainman." Again, he repeated the whole thing in his native tongue. "Hanik siv Rainman."
To be honest, Kezal was pretty certain he did not need to say it in two languages, but he did so for two reasons. One, it was for the benefit of Rainman, whom Kezal wanted to keep in the loop as he was the one who had access to all the documentation. Two, it felt good to Kezal to be able to speak his native language after such a long time of speaking the galactic common tongue. "What do you mean by help?" He asked. "Evakin, vasaar hik zum rikan zin?"
Kezal bit his lip. Regardless of her answer, he needed to bring her somewhere much more secure to formally continue the questioning process. "Rainman, see if you can find any clothes for her." He said to the dockworker, then turned back to the lady. "If you can stand and walk, I would like you to come with me to the security office so we can start questioning process." He sighed as he tried to find the easiest way to translate that long sentence. "Ki zum konik sarka'visk luz azkalin, Ist kasirik zum sek dzarkan hvat mik sek mizkalikshaanik, vi konik tevar riskani'ikanzik."
The way the lady spoke reminded him of that week, and that immediately spurred his suspicions. She looked like a human, but Kezal had heard of lifelike robots being manufactured for less-than-decent purposes. It did not take a stretch of the imagination to see how someone could come up with the bright idea of smuggling an AI somewhere by uploading it into one such robot. Of course, the reason why anyone would do that still eluded Kezal.
"I think she wants clothes," Kezal said, looking behind him at Rainman. "She also said something about helping, but I don't know with what. Her syntax is worse than a child's, that much I'm certain."
He looked back at the lady. It was quite rare for a human to bother learning Sera'Shuun; it was far easier for a Sera'Shuun to learn the common galactic tongue. "My name is Kezal Vazarik'Sikalaz." Kezal introduced himself, then repeated the whole thing in Sera'Shuun. There was always the outlandish and quite absurd notion that the lady had been raised by a Sera'Shuun family. Such incidences were rare, but it was a possibility. "Movarhuun mik siv Kezal Vazarik'Sikalaz." He pointed to Rainman. "He is Rainman." Again, he repeated the whole thing in his native tongue. "Hanik siv Rainman."
To be honest, Kezal was pretty certain he did not need to say it in two languages, but he did so for two reasons. One, it was for the benefit of Rainman, whom Kezal wanted to keep in the loop as he was the one who had access to all the documentation. Two, it felt good to Kezal to be able to speak his native language after such a long time of speaking the galactic common tongue. "What do you mean by help?" He asked. "Evakin, vasaar hik zum rikan zin?"
Kezal bit his lip. Regardless of her answer, he needed to bring her somewhere much more secure to formally continue the questioning process. "Rainman, see if you can find any clothes for her." He said to the dockworker, then turned back to the lady. "If you can stand and walk, I would like you to come with me to the security office so we can start questioning process." He sighed as he tried to find the easiest way to translate that long sentence. "Ki zum konik sarka'visk luz azkalin, Ist kasirik zum sek dzarkan hvat mik sek mizkalikshaanik, vi konik tevar riskani'ikanzik."
Name: Alexander Van Rooiakker
Nicknames/Titles: Alex / Red / Havoc / Volition (Official codename)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Allegiance: The Dutch Republic
Allegiance Faction: The Federal Government (Unofficially)
Role: Agent (Spy, Saboteur and Assassin rolled into one)
Personality: Friendly, personable and always quick with a joke or witticism, Alexander is a hard person to dislike. He frequents the various bars found on the islands of the Caribbean, always with coin in his pocket and eager to buy his new acquaintances a round of drinks or perhaps even a night with a prostitute. To many, he is just another rich young man trying to make it big in the new world, and quite obviously out of his depth and out of his mind. It is thus no surprise that very few people see him as a threat.
However, all this belies Alexander's true nature. As an agent of the Dutch Republic, his role is to gather information on the various factions in the new world and if necessary, engage in direct action to safeguard the interests of the republic. The Federal Government gives him a monthly allowance to spend as he sees fit and Alexander certainly does so. The drinks help to lower a person's defenses and makes them more willing to talk; the prostitutes had been paid beforehand to ask just the right questions in order to get the information Alexander needed.
He is a dangerously smart individual; he needs to be, given as how while he works for the Federal Government, they have effectively disowned him. If he gets in trouble, there would be no help on the way to bail him out. However, despite knowing the risks of his job, he still manages to keep himself calm at all times and always seems to be in control, regardless of the situation. His silver tongue can often talk circles around most people, and where that would not work, he can always issue threats that are never empty.
Due to the War of Spanish Succession, he has a strong hatred for the French.
Enhanced Ability: Dragoon. Served in the Royal Dutch Army as a mounted infantryman and thus was trained to fight equally well with the musket and sword. Due to their role as a screening force for the main army and thus tasked with harassing enemy formations, Alexander didn't need to just be able to fire fast, he needed to fire accurately in order to consistently kill the drummers, buglers or officers. As such, Alexander is extraordinarily fast when it comes to reloading firearms and can reliably hit targets with a degree of accuracy that is higher than normal. He is also able to hold his own when using the sword.
Needless to say, Alexander is also quite comfortable around horses and can ride one exceptionally well. Though as he puts it, 'it is as useful as a nun in a brothel'.
Biography: Alexander was born in the County of Zeeland to a modest, working-class family, the second-eldest among three brothers. His father, a private gunsmith who crafted firearms for hunters, taught Alexander and his brothers the tricks of the trade from an early age, starting with the basics of building and maintaining a firearm. By the time he was ten, Alexander was capable enough to carry out minor repairs without the supervision of his father. A year later, and he was out hunting along with his brothers, using the same rifles and muskets they had been built from scratch.
When war came in the form of the War of Spanish Succession, Alexander and his brothers did not hesitate to sign up with the army despite the fact that their ages ranged between fourteen and sixteen. After all, the Spanish still held parts of the Netherlands and it was their duty as patriotic Dutchmen to reunite it with the republic. With their already-impressive gunnery skills, they were assigned to a Light Dragoon regiment. Alexander's parents had sent them off with their blessings, and all had expected the war to be a short one. They would kick the Spanish out of their land, fend off the French with British help and be back home in time for Christmas.
However, the war proved to be anything but short. Alexander and his brothers served in several small skirmished which never built up to the huge, wide-scale battle they had been hoping for. It was always just them riding in, firing a few shots into the enemy scouts and watching them flee. It was not until a few years into the war did they get their first taste of battle. At the Battle of Ramilies, Alexander's regiment performed more than just scouting duties. They flanked the enemies, firing at them from various directions to confuse them. It all went well, but then Alexander and his brothers got overconfident and broke formation in an attempt to silence the enemy cannons.
They ran straight into an enemy reserve regiment that was being moved to the front. Alexander managed to break away at the last minute, but his brothers were killed instantly when the regiment stopped and opened fire. Alexander himself was dehorsed when his steed was killed by a stray bullet. Thankfully, he was picked up by a British cavalryman who had also been separated from the rest of his regiment in the chaos.
After the war, Alexander returned to Zeeland, only to find that his home village had been razed by a French advance guard that had broke through the Anglo-Dutch lines. He had no idea what had happened to his family, but the rumours he heard told him that his father and mother had been executed by the French for supplying firearms to the rebels. It was all just rumours, but that still added fuel to the burning hatred Alexander felt for the French. He returned to the army, half-expecting to be assigned to another dragoon regiment, but was pleasantly surprised when he heard that he was to be sent to the New World for 'special duties'.
The Government had known of Alexander, the death of his brothers and the destruction of his village and accurately guessed that he would have a hatred for the French that knew no rivals. Rather than punishing him, it was decided that he would be of more use in the New World, where he could help the Government gather information on both the British and French. After all, the Dutch were seen as the neutral party in the New World. Between the French, Spanish and British jockeying for dominance, a lone Dutchman could slip through the cracks and back out with valuable information. Besides, there was very little to tie Alexander to the Government, so if he got caught and executed, it would be of no harm for the Dutch Republic.
While in the Caribbean, he poses as an adventurer, explorer and gun-for-hire. It is a cover that works well; someone wanting to make a new life for themselves was not a rare sight in the new world. What made Alexander stand out, however, was his absolute ruthlessness when it came to fighting. His alias, 'Havoc', came from a story which stated that he had once managed to clear an entire deck of pirates on his own.
When asked, Alexander simply smiles and neither confirms nor denies the story.
Likes: Exploring, spying, anything that hurts the French State.
Dislikes: The French Army, the French Government, Tobacco
Family: None. All died during the War of Spanish Succession, either through combat or getting caught in the crossfire.
Weapons:
- Carries four pistols. Two holstered at his hip, two on his lower back
- One carbine, usually strapped diagonally across his back
- Sword sheathed at his hip (Uses a dual sheath to allow him to have both a sword and pistol on the same side)
- Dagger sheathed in boot for more discreet kills.
Miscellaneous: He receives his money from the Dutch Government from various anonymous contacts, most of them working for the Royal Dutch Navy.
Nicknames/Titles: Alex / Red / Havoc / Volition (Official codename)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Allegiance: The Dutch Republic
Allegiance Faction: The Federal Government (Unofficially)
Role: Agent (Spy, Saboteur and Assassin rolled into one)
Personality: Friendly, personable and always quick with a joke or witticism, Alexander is a hard person to dislike. He frequents the various bars found on the islands of the Caribbean, always with coin in his pocket and eager to buy his new acquaintances a round of drinks or perhaps even a night with a prostitute. To many, he is just another rich young man trying to make it big in the new world, and quite obviously out of his depth and out of his mind. It is thus no surprise that very few people see him as a threat.
However, all this belies Alexander's true nature. As an agent of the Dutch Republic, his role is to gather information on the various factions in the new world and if necessary, engage in direct action to safeguard the interests of the republic. The Federal Government gives him a monthly allowance to spend as he sees fit and Alexander certainly does so. The drinks help to lower a person's defenses and makes them more willing to talk; the prostitutes had been paid beforehand to ask just the right questions in order to get the information Alexander needed.
He is a dangerously smart individual; he needs to be, given as how while he works for the Federal Government, they have effectively disowned him. If he gets in trouble, there would be no help on the way to bail him out. However, despite knowing the risks of his job, he still manages to keep himself calm at all times and always seems to be in control, regardless of the situation. His silver tongue can often talk circles around most people, and where that would not work, he can always issue threats that are never empty.
Due to the War of Spanish Succession, he has a strong hatred for the French.
Enhanced Ability: Dragoon. Served in the Royal Dutch Army as a mounted infantryman and thus was trained to fight equally well with the musket and sword. Due to their role as a screening force for the main army and thus tasked with harassing enemy formations, Alexander didn't need to just be able to fire fast, he needed to fire accurately in order to consistently kill the drummers, buglers or officers. As such, Alexander is extraordinarily fast when it comes to reloading firearms and can reliably hit targets with a degree of accuracy that is higher than normal. He is also able to hold his own when using the sword.
Needless to say, Alexander is also quite comfortable around horses and can ride one exceptionally well. Though as he puts it, 'it is as useful as a nun in a brothel'.
Biography: Alexander was born in the County of Zeeland to a modest, working-class family, the second-eldest among three brothers. His father, a private gunsmith who crafted firearms for hunters, taught Alexander and his brothers the tricks of the trade from an early age, starting with the basics of building and maintaining a firearm. By the time he was ten, Alexander was capable enough to carry out minor repairs without the supervision of his father. A year later, and he was out hunting along with his brothers, using the same rifles and muskets they had been built from scratch.
When war came in the form of the War of Spanish Succession, Alexander and his brothers did not hesitate to sign up with the army despite the fact that their ages ranged between fourteen and sixteen. After all, the Spanish still held parts of the Netherlands and it was their duty as patriotic Dutchmen to reunite it with the republic. With their already-impressive gunnery skills, they were assigned to a Light Dragoon regiment. Alexander's parents had sent them off with their blessings, and all had expected the war to be a short one. They would kick the Spanish out of their land, fend off the French with British help and be back home in time for Christmas.
However, the war proved to be anything but short. Alexander and his brothers served in several small skirmished which never built up to the huge, wide-scale battle they had been hoping for. It was always just them riding in, firing a few shots into the enemy scouts and watching them flee. It was not until a few years into the war did they get their first taste of battle. At the Battle of Ramilies, Alexander's regiment performed more than just scouting duties. They flanked the enemies, firing at them from various directions to confuse them. It all went well, but then Alexander and his brothers got overconfident and broke formation in an attempt to silence the enemy cannons.
They ran straight into an enemy reserve regiment that was being moved to the front. Alexander managed to break away at the last minute, but his brothers were killed instantly when the regiment stopped and opened fire. Alexander himself was dehorsed when his steed was killed by a stray bullet. Thankfully, he was picked up by a British cavalryman who had also been separated from the rest of his regiment in the chaos.
After the war, Alexander returned to Zeeland, only to find that his home village had been razed by a French advance guard that had broke through the Anglo-Dutch lines. He had no idea what had happened to his family, but the rumours he heard told him that his father and mother had been executed by the French for supplying firearms to the rebels. It was all just rumours, but that still added fuel to the burning hatred Alexander felt for the French. He returned to the army, half-expecting to be assigned to another dragoon regiment, but was pleasantly surprised when he heard that he was to be sent to the New World for 'special duties'.
The Government had known of Alexander, the death of his brothers and the destruction of his village and accurately guessed that he would have a hatred for the French that knew no rivals. Rather than punishing him, it was decided that he would be of more use in the New World, where he could help the Government gather information on both the British and French. After all, the Dutch were seen as the neutral party in the New World. Between the French, Spanish and British jockeying for dominance, a lone Dutchman could slip through the cracks and back out with valuable information. Besides, there was very little to tie Alexander to the Government, so if he got caught and executed, it would be of no harm for the Dutch Republic.
While in the Caribbean, he poses as an adventurer, explorer and gun-for-hire. It is a cover that works well; someone wanting to make a new life for themselves was not a rare sight in the new world. What made Alexander stand out, however, was his absolute ruthlessness when it came to fighting. His alias, 'Havoc', came from a story which stated that he had once managed to clear an entire deck of pirates on his own.
When asked, Alexander simply smiles and neither confirms nor denies the story.
Likes: Exploring, spying, anything that hurts the French State.
Dislikes: The French Army, the French Government, Tobacco
Family: None. All died during the War of Spanish Succession, either through combat or getting caught in the crossfire.
Weapons:
- Carries four pistols. Two holstered at his hip, two on his lower back
- One carbine, usually strapped diagonally across his back
- Sword sheathed at his hip (Uses a dual sheath to allow him to have both a sword and pistol on the same side)
- Dagger sheathed in boot for more discreet kills.
Miscellaneous: He receives his money from the Dutch Government from various anonymous contacts, most of them working for the Royal Dutch Navy.
Kezal nearly jumped at the sight of the lady awkwardly crawling out of the box. Something about her movements seemed unnatural, but Kezal chalked that up to her only recently waking up from a sleep that lasted who knows how long. He knelt slowly and made sure that he kept his own movements slow and gentle. He did not want to spook her and make the incident worse than it already it. Bad enough that he had a potential trafficking case to work on, there was now a crazy nutcase holding someone hostage over something as minor as pay. Kezal could not really understand that; according to Sera'Shuun culture, the ability to contribute something to the big picture was reward enough. Earning money was but a desirable side-effect.
"Cargo Security busy. Get Hizaka'Tivakaz and Tabatier on it. They should be closest to botany storage." Kezal said over the security division's secure channel. He had bigger things to worry about, the biggest being the fact that the first words out of the lady's mouth had registered as untranslatable by the software installed in his suit. It was possible that she was speaking an obscure or relatively new language; Kezal had not updated the software for years.
"Can you understand me?" He asked in the universal galactic tongue, then repeated the question in his native language. "Mazikarik Ist konik zum?" It was a longshot; the Sera'Shuun language was not spoken by many people outside of Sera'Shuun space, but at least it was something. At the same time, Kezal ran his eyes over her body to check for any physical signs of damage. She seemed to be perfectly fine, but he was going to wait for the doctor to arrive to confirm his hunch. That was assuming he would even show up. Kezal could do the medical inspection himself, but his medical training was basic, and had been primarily focused on battlefield medicine.
"I don't suppose anyone here has any medical knowledge?" Kezal asked the nearby dockworkers. He wanted to clear this up as soon as possible so he could get to figuring out just what was going on.
"Cargo Security busy. Get Hizaka'Tivakaz and Tabatier on it. They should be closest to botany storage." Kezal said over the security division's secure channel. He had bigger things to worry about, the biggest being the fact that the first words out of the lady's mouth had registered as untranslatable by the software installed in his suit. It was possible that she was speaking an obscure or relatively new language; Kezal had not updated the software for years.
"Can you understand me?" He asked in the universal galactic tongue, then repeated the question in his native language. "Mazikarik Ist konik zum?" It was a longshot; the Sera'Shuun language was not spoken by many people outside of Sera'Shuun space, but at least it was something. At the same time, Kezal ran his eyes over her body to check for any physical signs of damage. She seemed to be perfectly fine, but he was going to wait for the doctor to arrive to confirm his hunch. That was assuming he would even show up. Kezal could do the medical inspection himself, but his medical training was basic, and had been primarily focused on battlefield medicine.
"I don't suppose anyone here has any medical knowledge?" Kezal asked the nearby dockworkers. He wanted to clear this up as soon as possible so he could get to figuring out just what was going on.
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