M-0018
"Comprenez le capitaine" Il laissa tomber son salut et alla au repos de parade alors qu'il passait par-dessus les registres de l'escouade: routines quotidiennes, conditions d'équipement, la mort d'un soldat sur une patrouille, tout dit avec la même voix monotone. Il a parlé de son devoir personnel de médecin et de médecin de l'avant-poste, rendant compte de la santé des soldats (Acceptable) et de la morale (Acceptable), il a noté une maladie pulmonaire soupçonnée dont il est le plus probable qu'elle soit endémique et qu'il n'y ait pas lieu de s'alarmer.
« Enfin, l'unité M-0018 signalera une infraction aux règlements de la salle d'entraînement et la destruction d'un droïde d'entraînement sans motif valable. L'auteur a été averti que les futurs délits entraîneront des réprimandes immédiates puisqu'ils étaient personnels non militaires, conformément à la réglementation. Avancer, l'escouade a son équipement au carré et se prépare à engager des ressources dans la reconnaissance. Aucun soldat n'a d'expérience en mécanique, de sorte que la délégation à la mission de construction satillite sera principalement des détails de sécurité pour les ingénieurs de l'avant-poste ou d'autres experts. C'est la conclusion du rapport M-0018."
Il a terminé sa tirade quand le Chevalier Impérial est entré dans la pièce, il n'était pas tout à fait sûr de combien de temps il était présent. L'insouciance est une faute mortelle chez les soldats. Inacceptable. M-0018 ne peut pas répéter cette erreur.
Attempt at 2nd character
Screen Name: Joe Mama
Character Name: Crasta "Crusty"
Race: Jawa
Class: Pirate Canoneer
Personality: Holy shit. This bitch is crazy. Abandoned at Mos Eisley spaceport by her tribe for her erratic and unpredictable nature making scavenging very hard. Alone she became deaf to the complaints of others as she did anything to stay alive. The Good Captain took her in and she took to managing explosive ordinances like a Sarlac in a butchery. Her nimble hands adept in preparing explosives and operating the photon cannons. She is eccentric with a short attention span but is loyal to her captain and crew. She feels indebted to the good captain, following his orders without question(but usually adapts them to an explosive-friendly solution).
Equipment: Crusty wields a handheld cannon, that would appear much too big for her. It fires thermal and concussive grenades but inaccurate, prone to overheating and is cumbersome over extended periods of use. Otherwise she carries a small plaster pistol as a sidearm. To note she carries the grenades in a bandolier around her waist and can be used as standard grenades. She carries 7 TG and 3CG grenades.
Background history: Crusty began life as a scavenger in the Tantooine dunes. She found the meticulous and repetitive work boring, instead she found ways during those expeditions to pass time. Overloading droid circuits, overheating moisture collectors, you name it. Eventually her tribe grew tired of her antics and ditched her at a nearby Spaceport. Alone she struggled and as such had to adapt to survive. She lost the sense of empathy of others in distress and grew numb to her own feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness, and now has a weird overly optimistic, and eccentric personality. She was found by the Good Captain messing with the ship's explosive cargo which somehow resulted in a near catastrophic plasma reaction. The captain was visibly angry, preparing to kill her when she said, "I can fix this" with a wide smile. She was able to neutralize the reaction through force-knows-what. As such the Good Captain found her quirks and skills amusing and took her up. She soon became the resident Explosives expert. She found it off the captain used masculine pronouns and kept calling her "boy", but it was probably the way all Captains spoke.