Les yeux de Fel s'ouvraient, s'adaptant rapidement au blanc dur des murs environnants, car il reflétait la lumière du lustre fluorescent dans le couloir extérieur dont les rayons jaunes ternes s'appuyaient à travers les trous des stores voisins. La chambre était tout comme il s'en souvenait, une forme carrée inimaginable avec une commode blanche volumineuse et brillante surmontée d'un hologramme projeté dans un coin et un bureau à l'air faible, jambes dentelées et tout, debout en face. Le lit de l'homme, pour la nuit dernière au moins, a pris une grande partie du centre de l'espace, en dessous d'un écran d'affichage d'une taille insupportable fonctionnant comme une fenêtre du système solaire environnant, ses feuilles d'un vert malade un compliment de bienvenue au reste de la demeure de rêve de l'hypochondriac. Il s'étendit, en envoyant ses deux pieds de leurs positions enroulées sous les couvertures, exposant exactement quel géant d'un homme il était.
Se tenant à près de six pieds et demi, il trouve rarement un lit adapté à sa longueur, ce qui signifie qu'il finit souvent par se plier dans une masse inconfortable au milieu de minuit. Ce n'était pas le moment, cependant, pour de si longs examens anatomiques; Roals était en route pour l'USS Orpheus, après tout, et c'était sa journée de se rassembler après près d'une semaine de losing au sein d'Aurora dans le cadre des dernières tentatives de la Navy d'assimiler ses nouvelles acquisitions célestes à la vie en dehors de l'atmosphère qu'ils venaient de connaître et d'aimer.La porte métallique lourde s'ouvrait avec un swoosh et fermait derrière lui avec un clic dès qu'il était sorti.
Une force d'air froid s'est effondrée dans le couloir et il a commencé à se diriger vers les toilettes les plus proches, dont le signe néon a été obscurci sous la lumière aveuglante de l'installation fluorescente susmentionnée au-dessus de lui. Les grilles métalliques étaient froides au toucher de sa plante, envoyant la multitude de poils qui tapissaient ses jambes pour tirer droit vers le haut alors que les boules d'oie surgissaient sur ses membres. Les vêtements de nuit qu'on lui avait accordés dans le cadre de l'accueil des troupes de la station n'ont guère protégé contre le souffle glacial du mélange fin d'oxygène et d'hydrogène de la structure dans le but de stabiliser le système de chauffage déjà mal isolé, le mince châle de coton et les sweatpants qui s'accrochent dangereusement à son abdomen rasé.
Fel Roals
"If the leader is filled with high ambition and if he pursues his aims with audacity and strength of will, he will reach them in spite of all obstacles." - Clausewitz
AGE:
Early-forties.
GENDER:
Male
OCCUPATION:
Garrisoned lieutenant en route to orbiting celestial fortress.
PERSONALITY:
Roals is, by nature, a loner and an outcast, with a ruthless streak to him that makes him extremely dangerous when provoked. Despite this outwardly cold nature, however, his colleagues have noted that that behind his exterior lies a fiercely loyal friend, and a man of good humor and giver of sound advice. Records have shown that him to have many good friends throughout much of the world. He is also shown to be extremely adept at defusing difficult situations, and as a man who would much sooner have everyone return home than to draw his weapon. His experience within the navy makes him a world-weary man, often expressing disdain and veiled insults to those he considers cruel and foolish.
HISTORY:
Fel Roals appeared to be like any other captain within the United States Navy, piloting the destroyer USS Protector with a small fleet under his command, including the famed cruiser USS Independence. However, all was not as it seemed. By 2024, as war dawned, he had begun to use his rank to his advantage, selling military weapons and equipment to any groups willing to pay, as well as beginning to contemplate defecting to the growing Adware threat provided he could get a suitably high price for his services. However, a leak within his personal communications granted a fellow captain to learn of such a treacherous plane, as well as capable of presenting the evidence to boot. Roals was aware that, if news of his deceit and possible defection were to get out, the Alliance's retribution would be swift and deadly, so he moved quickly against the opposing captain and had him murdered. An investigation into the captain's death was launched, but the investigators were unable to identify the culprit, and the cause of the man's death was officially declared to be a result of natural causes.
Shortly after an intense confrontation with an Adware dreadnought, Roals had a secret rendezvous with leaders of the organization, and announced his intention to rebel, promising that his fleet would defect with him. However, the meeting turned out to be an ambush, which resulted in the capture of Roals and the destruction of his command. An Alliance squadron was quickly sent out to retake the imprisoned captain, and was, after numerous attempts, successful, returning him back to Washington in 2029. But, instead of receiving a commendation or whatever else he had expected, Roals was stripped of both his title and whatever fleet he was expecting, demoted to lieutenant, and assigned to serve on the USS Orpheus, a measly orbital structure of Mars in the midst of renovation.
AWAY-MISSION EQUIPMENT:
TK-91 Resistance Suit
Made of a rubber-like material, the TK-91 provides protection against a wide range of toxic substances. The design consists of water-repelling scales that allow the wearer to swim easily, and has pebbled texture much like that of a golf balls in order to reduce drag. Electrofiber technology provids the suit with a wide range of built-in sensors. Referred to as "Smart Skin" in military R&D, data regarding damage to different regions of the body, including blood loss, can be exchanged between the suit and the user's intravenous nanomachines to create a feedback system. While it isn't bullet-proof, it does provide some ballistic protection to the wearer's body. The suit can also apply varying pressure to major internal organs to maximize performance and safeguard their functions.
MSTR-B8
A compact, usually accurate, bull-pup style submachine gun popular with the military thanks to its relatively small size, which is just above that of a standard-issue pistol. Fires three-round bursts, and can be pulsed for a higher rate of fire at the expense of accuracy, making it an appropriate weapon for close-quarters combat. However, it is somewhat weak against armored opponents.
MONEY:
A meager monthly handful granted through military service.
OTHER:
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