M-0018
M-0018 a passé en revue une liste mentale d'équipement réquisitionné pour l'escouade lors de leur prochaine excursion lorsqu'un Transport Impérial est apparu au-dessus de la ligne d'arbres. Il regardait son équipe, les autres soldats ne s'attendaient pas à une autre apparition. Un de ses coéquipiers avait ri et espérait qu'il y aurait eu des fumées et un gros cul de Twi'lek. Il est peu probable que l'Empire interdise depuis un certain temps la consommation de la chair des sentients. Toujours le navire en route était inattendu, mais notant la perte précédente d'un soldat, les renforts étaient les bienvenus.
Le transport a finalement atterri, avec un sifflement les portes passagers ont ouvert pour révéler un Chevalier Impérial et Trooper. M-0018 s'est mis à l'attention et a salué les nouveaux arrivants comme l'un était un chevalier et l'autre, selon l'IFF de son casque était, un capitaine. Son équipe a bientôt suivi le même rythme. M-0018 ne pouvait s'empêcher de se sentir soulagé, le manque d'autorité réelle avait rendu son équipe laxiste - sans parler du Jedi-, espérons que l'autorité du Chevalier et l'expérience de l'officier apporteraient enfin l'ordre nécessaire à cet avant-poste.
Son équipe était agitée, une faiblesse de l'esprit. Il ne l'était pas. Il connaissait son devoir. Il fixa son regard sur l'officier, attendant patiemment de nouveaux ordres.
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.