Croix de Jéricho
Jericho a traversé ses bras une fois sur le pont, notant que la seule autre personne qu'il était prêt à dignifier avec la pensée supplémentaire en ce moment était ce vieil homme Ben. Il semblait être dans sa soixantaine, et vu comment il s'est tenu et a déménagé, il était probablement un combattant chevronné. Ce qui signifiait qu'il avait vécu assez vieux dans une profession très, très dangereuse. Cela impliquait soit des quantités stupides de chance, ce que Jéricho doutait de regarder l'homme, soit il était vraiment bon. S'il venait à pousser à la pelle, le chasseur de primes muselé, il aurait dû tirer quelques vraies bagarres sales pour tenir une chance de boules de neige en enfer de sortir vivant. En bref, il était confiant qu'il pourrait gérer le reste d'Em, si cela venait à lui, mais Old Ben serait difficile, au mieux. Mais, il a effacé son esprit de ces pensées que cet ANDI a sauté dans, la voix mystérieuse de avant de s'identifier comme telle, et l'affichage holo donnant un regard sur la mission, simplifiant les termes dans son esprit.
Storm la station, tuer tout ce qui est hostile, piller l'endroit pour tout ce qui est lié à la recherche, ou a été une période utile, puis mettre l'endroit à la torche. Jericho s'est moqué de l'idée, les mots s'écrasaient et s'emparaient, et il semblait être en forme. Il ne pouvait pas dire pourquoi, étant donné que rien de son passé n'était disponible dans sa tête, mais le mémoire n'a pas pris longtemps. Les autres semblaient se disperser avec leurs propres questions et le travail à faire dans les prochaines heures, alors que l'ANDI a fini par venir et expliquer la situation sur la station spatiale, Jericho est allé dans ses quartiers pour trouver son équipement. Bien sûr, il semblait y avoir une armure du corps, qu'il a commencé à mettre à travers la mémoire musculaire innée, et puis il a vu quelque chose qui a chauffé son cœur. Un canon à main toolisé et massif d'un revolver. Et un tas de munitions, bien étiqueté aussi, qu'il a rapidement chargé et empoché. Il a chargé son arme, tournant la chambre d'une main expérimentée et le clignotant fermé, chargé de six rondes anti-personnelles plutôt lourdes. Le PDA du poignet a été marqué comme un traqueur, avec un tas de petites puces. Pocketing ceux-ci et verrouillant le PDA sur son avant-bras, il a tiré la manche de sa veste vers le bas. Il était complètement armé.
Maintenant, cela a laissé la question évidente. Son passé. Jericho a pensé qu'il pourrait aussi bien voir ce que ce shoot de l'IA, l'ANDI, avait à dire. "Andi, demande toutes les informations disponibles sur Jericho Cross." Pas de bon sens, il avait mieux à faire que de jouer aux idiots avec une IA. Il devrait aller à l'armurerie et voir quels outils ils avaient disponibles, faire le bilan, et bras vers le haut si nécessaire. Il s'attendait à des ennuis, son instinct lui a dit de n'importe quelle façon, et il serait prêt. Qu'il s'agisse de gros canons ou d'une quantité suffisante d'explosifs pour éliminer un petit planétoïde. Le temps nous dira ce qui est le plus nécessaire.
Name: Jericho Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 37

Char. Type/Role: Bounty Hunter
Appearance:

Skills/Abilities: Rather unsurprisingly, Jericho is a dead accurate shot with his highly tooled pistol, something that probably saved the man's life more times than he could have counted. Most weapons, in general, have crossed into his use at one point or another, and he has a rather impressive grasp on combat and tactics, beyond being able to pick up most weapons and make use of them rather readily. Outside of a fight, Jericho is a natural tracker of both sentient and nonsentient species, especially those that he has crossed paths with before. He is also an armorer, capable of maintaining most weapons and armors, since there isn't much time for him to rely on others to patch his gear. Outside of walking, or running, most complicated vehicles are outside of his range of skills, and pray to whatever god you believe in he isn't the only hands available to patch someone up, since it will likely not end well for them. Unless he is burning a wound shut with a smoking barrel anything more complicated than that is answered by hard boozing and a hardy constitution. Needless to say, most medical professionals hate him.
Personality: Jericho Cross is a wary individual, who trusts slowly and is even quicker to abandon any hard earned trust he might have had in someone or something, only willing to usually trust what his own two eyes see, and what his gun can do for him. Jericho does not joke and takes a situation deadly serious, and often times either ignores jokes going over his head, or completely fails to register they were jokes to begin with. Jericho keeps a tight lock on his feelings, and as such typically has a real hard time interacting with people outside dragging them to be turned in for his payment. Needless to say, he isn't very popular. As such, he often drinks, heavily, when off duty, to the point that most of his paycheck, that isn't towards maintaining gear, is towards booze, often times drinking his meals rather than eating them. Get him drunk enough and he'll reach some semblance of an approachable human being, right up until he smashes the empty bottle over someone's head. So not really approachable at all, he hid a lot under this exterior but since he can't remember what now, thanks to the memory wipe, he tends to get angry when its brought up, or violent if drunk when its brought up. But he can be relied on in a bad situation to be himself, untrusting and ready to act to see a job done.
Gear:
- Custom Revolver: Jericho's pride and joy is a massive caliber handcannon, which utilizes various ammunition types for varying jobs, all of which can be loaded in the blink of an eye, such is the bounty hunter's experience with the gun. The two most common being an armor piercing, for hard targets, and hollow point for softer, less hardy targets. He also carries a Less than Lethal round that, barring shots to the vital organs or head, usually wont kill. Usually. More exotic ammo exists, but Jericho rarely carries them unless he knows he'll need it. The revolver also has a laser sight and small optic, although the optic sees dubious amount of use since Jericho often fires via the still intact iron sights.
- Body Armor: Jericho maintains several lines of personal defence, the first and most obvious is not being where the rounds are. As such, his equipment is deceptively light weight for its strength, but only really covers the vitals in hardplate. The first physical line is his old duster, fitted with a ballistic weave as well as cushioned in the right spots to alleviate blunt force. His most obvious defense is the thick composite breastplate, which is composed of several materials to interweave into a more effective defense than any of them alone would provide. It is also the heaviest part and is in no way, shape, or form concealable, and is, like any armor, hardly proof against everything. But it covers the most common bases, coated with energy diffusing outer layer and the rest a series of composite layers designed to hold up to varying degrees of small arm calibers.
- Tracking Devices and wrist mounted PDA: Tiny, less than a square inch in size, devices that Jericho can plant or even throw onto escaping targets, which then allows Jericho to track them with his specialized PDA. They have limited range and battery life, and the PDA itself is otherwise average and unassuming beyond the tracking mechanic, unequipped for any sort of hacking or specialized work beyond the program loaded to indicate location of a tracker.