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Character
Name
Ulrich Metheney
Posted By
Rebel
Posted On
11/03/2005 at 07:33 PM
Author: Rebel. Posted At: 11/03/2005 at 07:33 PM
Age: 27

P.O.B: Malistare

Species: Human

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 184lbs, 85kG

Hair: Short, dirty blonde

Eyes: brown

Weapon of choice: Blaster, Disrupter

Vehicle: Upgraded Corellian Corvette, Merc's blade

Occupation: Mercinary

Affiliation: Whoever pays the most

Force Sensitive: unaware, podracer anyone?

Born on harsh Malistare, Ulrich learned the lessons of life early on. At age 12, he was indentured as a servent because his parents couldn't pay their taxes, and the government passed him on to a seemingly civil man, Krar Lispen. At Krars home, young Ulrich did the dirty work. He dug holes, cooked dinner, and cleaned the blasters before Krar went on his month long business trips..., but he never knew why.
He was schedualed to be releaved of his treatment after 7 years, but that day never came.
After 4 years of this harsh treatment, Krar approached him and told him, "pack up, this time you're coming with me." And that was the end of that. They set out on Krars ship, the "Merc's Blade," to the outer rim world of Tatooine. On the way Ulrich recieved a crash course in weapons and military tactics, but was not told just what they would be doing.
His questions were answered soon enough. Just before touchdown, the city was attacked by Tuskin Raiders, and there were no questions about what their mission was. Hunt them down and wipe them out. With Krar in the lead, the mercinary squad he commanded ran to the front of the assault to fight it out.
But as quickly as the skirmish had began, it was over, with the Tuskin Raiders pulling back to their village. Gathering the locals, the mercinaries planned a revenge. That night, with the origional 12 mercinaries, 24 gangsters, and 27 locals packed into the Merc's blade, they attacked.
The beginning of the battle was simply a straffing run in the ship, it's 2 Proton Torpedo launchers, 8 heavy laser cannons, and 4 Turbolasers spewed death on the Tuskins below, who could do nothing but scream curses at the ship.
And then it was on. The Merc's Blade landed 300 meters from the village, and the 2 forces of Tuskins and Mos Espans charged each other, with the gunners from the Blade providing coverfire for them, each turbolaser taking out 6 or 7 Tuskins with each shot. And here was Ulrich stuck right in the middle of it. He ran for the front of the line, blaster rifle raised and a grenade, pin already pulled, in his free hand.
Screaming, he fired a couple of random shots and threw the grenade. To his left he saw one of the Mos Espian locals take a blaster hit in the chest, filling him with rage and making him totally shed any sense of self preservation the boy contained.
He charged straight at them, firing wildly, with 4 allies at his side and more joining him. 2...3...4 Tuskins fell as he pulled the pin on the next grenade, throwing it into the middle of a group of the Nomads to his right.
Now aware of him, several of the raiders moved to meet him. He easly shot the first 2 away, they only had gaffi sticks, and was saved by a comrad who shot one with a blaster rifle aimed right at him at point blank range.
What seemed like miniutes took hours, and before he knew it it was over, but he had changed. In the past 45 miniutes he had gone from a kid with a childs innocince, to a man with a steel hard drive and determination that only killing something could give.
And with the fighters out of the way, they turned on the village. Children, women, even the pet Neks, The whole group slaughtered them one by one, and then, to add insult to injury as well as a warning to other Tuskin Tribes, they burnt the village of tents to the ground.
The years went by. 5 more missions with Krar. He was finally free, but he decided to stay.
And then his life fell down. On a simple job, stopping a speeder gang on the streets of Nalthoma on Triffis, Krar was run down and killed. Instantly, his world became much different. Now instead of a follower, he was a leader of 12 battlehardined mercinaries. Now 21, his only family was dead. He had nothing to live for, nothing to lose, and nothing to fall back on. Just 12 mercinaries, all like brothers, and a battered starship.
Who knew what the galexy had in store for him? He just wanted to ride the flow, to enjoy it. To make a little money.
The galaxy would always need a few good mercinaries.
Author: Rebel. Posted At: 11/18/2005 at 02:43 PM
Merc's Blade could use some work, my writing ablity could definately use some work, so, what do you think.