Post by Aaron on Jul 26, 2010 13:31:44 GMT -5
Faction: Galactic Republic.
Department: Army.
Rank: Captain.
Name: Eros Firion.
Race: Human.
Age: Twenty-three.
Height: Five feet, eleven inches.
Weight: Two hundred ten pounds.
Birth place: Brentaal IV.
Appearance:
Eros on the day of his promotion to Captain.
Normally Eros wears simple clothes, he has no sense of fashion, in fact he is secretly color blind. Knowing that he wouldn't have been able to join the Army being as such he faked his way through the test in processing. He was able to pick out the pattern differences in the picture rather than the changes in color to find the number that was displayed in various colors. So he tends to wear crazy combinations of colors while in civilian attire, not realizing that they look horrendous together he is content with his "style". He combines various clothing styles to create the mixture of his own. Piecing together rural and modern style clothes to a horribly effect he often turns heads when he walks passed, but its more of disgust and amazement rather than being "hot stuff" that he thinks he is.
Taking a few minutes to himself after a skirmish on some backwater planet.
Personality:
Grace under fire. That is epitome of Eros Firion. The only time that he is coordinated and calculated, is when he is under pressure. The pressure of combat and the need for cold leadership pushes the rest of his true self down deep and concentrates on the task at hand. Duty comes first to Biowa, the Republic comes first before anything. He constantly trains and studies tactics from small unit maneuvers to company and battalion scale battles. While not under pressure, Eros is somewhat less than apt at handling himself. The man is what some would call a clod or a klutz. He fails at almost every normal task he attempts, and yet he doesn't get discouraged. Eros has the mind that he can do anything whatsoever, no matter how many times he fails. The man is the most persistent man you will ever meet, almost to the point of being excruciatingly annoying and yet it is a welcome part of his charm. Socially though, the man was confident in everything that he did to the point of being obnoxious, causing people to either love or hate him entirely.
Skills:
Inspiration - Through his bold movements and confidence in the field, Captain Firion is able to inspire those under his charge. He is always the first to get off the ship and the last to come back on it, volunteering himself for the most dangerous of missions rather than having his troops do it gain him an enormous amount of respect among those in his command.
Blasters - Captain Firion has trained all his life with blasters of all sorts. From small pistols to rifles, the only sort he left out of his collection and training was those of heavy weaponry. He has trained endlessly toward the ends of being among the best, still not the greatest, of those that can handle a blaster.
Military intelligence - Although it may be an oxymoron to many, Captain Firion would be the hand that acts from said oxymoron. He is very intelligent and has studied tactics from history as well as the academy. Eros is able to gauge the situation of a skirmish while in the field and adjust his troops accordingly, at least in most situations.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Twenty three years have passed since the birth that was the birth of Eros Firion. The boy was born to a poor couple on the planet of Brentaal IV. Brentaal IV was famous for being smack dab in the center of the Perlemian Trade Route and the Hydian Way. This caused it to spur into an economic power house. It was a waypoint for all traders using these routes, causing it to have lots of spaceports and guilds, marketplaces, and megacorporations.
Diane and Jarvis Firion always tried to be the next big thing. Delusions of grandeur filled their lives, attempting get rich quick schemes continuously instead of holding down a solid job that they could build careers off of. Eros was brought into the galaxy in the slums of Brentaal IV's capital Cormond. His parents were barely able to pay for food for the boy during the first couple years that he was alive. Eros on the other hand was always happy it seemed, he barely cried and seemed to hold his parent's curiosity and knack for failing.
Although the boy was very smart, able to speak, read and walk before others of his age he also was unable to accomplish normal tasks such as cleaning dishes without breaking one, or going to the market to purchase something without falling and losing something on the way back to their home. He was a clod, unable to move without bumping into things or falling down. When he started school he walked into the room with a large smile, ready to greet the world even at that young of an age. As he stepped in, being late because his parents just HAD to have a meeting that morning that was more important than their child's first day of structured schooling, the children were sitting in their seats, looking at a random educational holovid. Speaking up he tripped over his shoe lace, whilst introducing himself. Naturally the classroom erupted in laughter and vicious pokes and jabs that hit the boy as he pushed himself off the floor and continued to smile as the teacher directed him to his seat.
This was how his life was in school, slipping and spilling his lunch, falling down in public, ridiculed for these miscalculations of coordination and yet the boy was never disheartened. He knew that he could do it all, he could walk with his lunch and not slip on some unknown vile entity that would get underneath his shoe and foul him up, even though he never saw anything when checking after getting up. It wasn't until his second year in school when someone decided to bully him that he found that he actually could hold his composure and coordination. The school bully had finally gotten sick of the attention that he got while being a klutz, somehow Eros was more popular being an embarrassment then the boy was by being a bully. Obviously he wouldn't stand for this so he cornered Biowa and fought him. He was crushed, the boy was bigger and Eros had never been in a fight before. The boy held his own, not falling once, even when being hit, able to connect with some punches but the larger child was just too much, overtaking Eros with his superior power and experience in mauling children on a daily basis.
After the beating, the bully found that it had an effect opposite than what he had hoped. Eros' standing and fighting, even though everyone knew that he would lose, had inspired the various children to stand up to the bully. Now with a mass of children, that had been observing the fight, turned against him, the bully couldn't help but be beaten by the mob, that was until a slew of security officials broke everything up. The bully however had stopped coming to class after that, leaving the school bully free for a few years.
The boy's courage had earned him respect and friends, no longer was he ridiculed for being the clod that he was, no longer was he laughed at...those that were around him helped him off and befriended him. Near the end of that year a teacher had approached Eros about a scholarship to Brentaal IV's premier military school. There were interviews for the boy as well as specialized entry tests. Eros was a stellar student in his current school and the teachers knew of his familial situation, hence they wanted to get him away from his frivolous parents, who had just entered into a pyramid scheme and was trying to recruit the teachers into it with them.
After a few weeks of screening many candidates from his school, they were only able to pick one, Eros Firion was picked for a full scholarship through his entire schooling, as long as he kept his performance high that is. The years went by without much incident. Eros was horrendous at drill, marching in coordination with others per someone's orders. On more than one occasion he tripped and caused half of the platoon to fall over him.
As time went on, Eros showed himself to excel in his studies, mainly of battle tactics and in marksmanship. He was a clean and studious boy, so much different from his family who always looked for the quick and easy way out. The young Firion always took the right way out, most of the time the more arduous road. Marksmanship was his love, he would spend almost all of his spare time in the rifle and pistol range. Learning how to hone his skills, he would make designs in the targets, and of course he would receive reprimands for it.
He was told to take it seriously, and yet he was the only student in his class that would spend his liberty time on the range or in the library studying battle tactics. It fascinated him, if he knew how people acted in battle he would be able to predict what they would do. He would be a battle field Jedi, able to foresee the future. Or at least that is what his young mind fantasized about. Soon, before he knew it really, he was a teenager, about to leave the school and start his true life.
This was when his first real encounter with a female occurred. There was one female student in his class that he'd always fancied and finally he'd gotten the courage up to ask her to the winter military ball at the school. She accepted to his delight, and to his amazement he was even graceful when walking with her, taking pictures and eating. Nothing was spilled, nothing was kicked over, no one fell...that was until they got on the dance floor. At first everything was good, until the third song, when just about everyone was in full swing and on the dance floor. It was a swifter paced song than was played before, Eros was trying to keep up, the girl he'd brought was lost in the music, moving to it with her eyes closed.
Then suddenly, someone nudged into Eros. Normally, to everyone else this would've meant that they would stumble a step and regain balance. But to Eros Firion this was the worst thing that could have happened to his social life. He stumbled, went forward, his feet going out from under him. The young man's arms went forward to grab onto something to hold himself up. They grasped onto something and then thud, he hit the ground face first with a loud rip.
To his date's eternal dismay she was wearing a dress that didn't wrap around her shoulders, what Eros had grabbed was the front of her dress. The sudden weight and pull tore the dress in the back, by the zipper and tore it off her. There she stood in her under garments in front of the entire class, who naturally was gawking and laughing at Eros and his date. She ran out of the hall and took her torn dress with her.
That was the last year their class was at the school, though the tale, Eros' legend lives on. After his graduation, Eros got an offer to attend the Officer Candidate School for the Galactic Republic. Not even needing to talk this over with his wayward parents he went off. While there he established himself just as he did in his school back on Brentaal IV.
The man was a clod and yet beautiful under maneuvers. He excelled as a team leader, using his previously studied knowledge of tactics and his remarkable ability with a blaster to win all engagements for his side during his training. He was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the Galactic Republic's Army after finished first in his class. He was assigned to a capital ship in the outer rim, monitoring pirate activity, at the time he was nineteen years of age.
Through many skirmishes, being a platoon leader, boarding vessels and taking control of their ships, Eros worked his way to a promotion to First Lieutenant within a year of service. He excelled in his position, he was having too much fun to even worry about a social life. As he was spending his time studying more, trying to broaden his view of tactics as well as training with the blaster to be more efficient. Sadly though, every time they trained in melee or unarmed combat Eros would most definitely get his behind whipped by his comrades.
It wasn't until they boarded a larger freighter that had set up ambushes and traps within their corridors that he truly stood out. Half of his platoon and several others had been either pinned down or decimated, dead or wounded, either way out of action. Half of his platoon was standing behind him, against a wall as was the last contingent of pirates at the end of the hallway, barricaded down and firing away with their blasters. Eros, with no regard to his own safety through out his helmet, pulling their fire and turned the corner, letting loose two grenades over the barricade, then letting loose his trigger finger taking down several of the pirates before diving into the next corridor.
The grenades exploded with a howl from the pirates and First Lieutenant Firion had come back into the hallway firing away while his platoon was safe behind the corner. He'd taken out twenty men in under two minutes by himself. After the debriefing he was promoted to Captain. He was twenty-two years old. From there he was transferred to a regular unit, a ground invasion force to be a platoon leader and company Executive Officer.
Password: Kylena.
RP Sample:
Infernal heat...Was there anything worse then being in the heat? Not to Eros. It was so wretchedly hot, so unbearable. How do people live here? Give him the nice coldness of space and he'd be happy all day long. Everything made everything hotter in this place. Where the hell was he again? He didn't know, some backward planet that the Sith were trying to take over. It was barely a skirmish, barely even a planet really. There were hardly any people here. What was the point?
It wasn't his decision to make though. It was only his duty to lead his men through the patrol unharmed, to get them back to their friends and family. It was his job to keep them safe while hindering the enemy, while killing them all. To outsmart them while he is here, all while accomplishing small goals in the overall goal of defeating the Sith. Suddenly blasters started firing.
"CONTACT LEFT!" Eros screamed, his platoon responding instantly, as he'd trained them. They sought out cover, facing their enemies. The blasters nipped at a few of them but so far no one was truly hit.
"PIN THEM DOWN!" he screamed while running through his ranks, his platoon returned fire toward the Sith. Eros ducked down suddenly and hit the helmet of a larger man.
"SPRAY AND PRAY BARNES! SPRAY AND PRAY!" he screamed in the ear of the man with the heavy rifle. The simple phrase meant that he would give rapid fire in bursts over the heads of the enemies that opened fire on them, pinning them down, and any who raised up would be caught with fire. This would allow the rest of the platoon to pick off those that tried other ways to attack them.
Some of the enemy only raised their blasters to fire, hoping to hit someone, a few stood up too far and were caught in the face with a bolt from Barnes' rifle. Eros ran between his troops, giving encouragement, most of which you wouldn't want your children to hear. Stopping every once in a while as he saw someone poke out to his him with a bolt from his own rifle. After a few minutes, the enemy's numbers dwindled and Eros pulled out a grenade, throwing it behind the barricade before rushing off in that direction. His platoon knew the orders without him needing to say it.
Eros crouched while running, his platoon offering covering fire for the man, his rifle in his shoulder, at the ready. A Sith soldier poked up only to meet his end with a bolt from Eros' blaster. Coming up to the barricade he ducked down against it, the smoke and sand still flying from the grenade. Eros waved his hand, palm forward to his platoon, signaling the cease fire command so he wouldn't get hit. He stood and popped off a few bolts to those crouching or wounded. The small unit of eight that had attacked his platoon was down.
"Secure the perimeter! I want this entire block searched. Now!" The men instantly perked up and secured the perimeter as Captain Firion searched the bodies for intelligence. After ten minutes, they continued on their patrol, Eros on the radio with his superiors reporting the incident and location.
Department: Army.
Rank: Captain.
Name: Eros Firion.
Race: Human.
Age: Twenty-three.
Height: Five feet, eleven inches.
Weight: Two hundred ten pounds.
Birth place: Brentaal IV.
Appearance:
Eros on the day of his promotion to Captain.
Normally Eros wears simple clothes, he has no sense of fashion, in fact he is secretly color blind. Knowing that he wouldn't have been able to join the Army being as such he faked his way through the test in processing. He was able to pick out the pattern differences in the picture rather than the changes in color to find the number that was displayed in various colors. So he tends to wear crazy combinations of colors while in civilian attire, not realizing that they look horrendous together he is content with his "style". He combines various clothing styles to create the mixture of his own. Piecing together rural and modern style clothes to a horribly effect he often turns heads when he walks passed, but its more of disgust and amazement rather than being "hot stuff" that he thinks he is.
Taking a few minutes to himself after a skirmish on some backwater planet.
Personality:
Grace under fire. That is epitome of Eros Firion. The only time that he is coordinated and calculated, is when he is under pressure. The pressure of combat and the need for cold leadership pushes the rest of his true self down deep and concentrates on the task at hand. Duty comes first to Biowa, the Republic comes first before anything. He constantly trains and studies tactics from small unit maneuvers to company and battalion scale battles. While not under pressure, Eros is somewhat less than apt at handling himself. The man is what some would call a clod or a klutz. He fails at almost every normal task he attempts, and yet he doesn't get discouraged. Eros has the mind that he can do anything whatsoever, no matter how many times he fails. The man is the most persistent man you will ever meet, almost to the point of being excruciatingly annoying and yet it is a welcome part of his charm. Socially though, the man was confident in everything that he did to the point of being obnoxious, causing people to either love or hate him entirely.
Skills:
Inspiration - Through his bold movements and confidence in the field, Captain Firion is able to inspire those under his charge. He is always the first to get off the ship and the last to come back on it, volunteering himself for the most dangerous of missions rather than having his troops do it gain him an enormous amount of respect among those in his command.
Blasters - Captain Firion has trained all his life with blasters of all sorts. From small pistols to rifles, the only sort he left out of his collection and training was those of heavy weaponry. He has trained endlessly toward the ends of being among the best, still not the greatest, of those that can handle a blaster.
Military intelligence - Although it may be an oxymoron to many, Captain Firion would be the hand that acts from said oxymoron. He is very intelligent and has studied tactics from history as well as the academy. Eros is able to gauge the situation of a skirmish while in the field and adjust his troops accordingly, at least in most situations.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Twenty three years have passed since the birth that was the birth of Eros Firion. The boy was born to a poor couple on the planet of Brentaal IV. Brentaal IV was famous for being smack dab in the center of the Perlemian Trade Route and the Hydian Way. This caused it to spur into an economic power house. It was a waypoint for all traders using these routes, causing it to have lots of spaceports and guilds, marketplaces, and megacorporations.
Diane and Jarvis Firion always tried to be the next big thing. Delusions of grandeur filled their lives, attempting get rich quick schemes continuously instead of holding down a solid job that they could build careers off of. Eros was brought into the galaxy in the slums of Brentaal IV's capital Cormond. His parents were barely able to pay for food for the boy during the first couple years that he was alive. Eros on the other hand was always happy it seemed, he barely cried and seemed to hold his parent's curiosity and knack for failing.
Although the boy was very smart, able to speak, read and walk before others of his age he also was unable to accomplish normal tasks such as cleaning dishes without breaking one, or going to the market to purchase something without falling and losing something on the way back to their home. He was a clod, unable to move without bumping into things or falling down. When he started school he walked into the room with a large smile, ready to greet the world even at that young of an age. As he stepped in, being late because his parents just HAD to have a meeting that morning that was more important than their child's first day of structured schooling, the children were sitting in their seats, looking at a random educational holovid. Speaking up he tripped over his shoe lace, whilst introducing himself. Naturally the classroom erupted in laughter and vicious pokes and jabs that hit the boy as he pushed himself off the floor and continued to smile as the teacher directed him to his seat.
This was how his life was in school, slipping and spilling his lunch, falling down in public, ridiculed for these miscalculations of coordination and yet the boy was never disheartened. He knew that he could do it all, he could walk with his lunch and not slip on some unknown vile entity that would get underneath his shoe and foul him up, even though he never saw anything when checking after getting up. It wasn't until his second year in school when someone decided to bully him that he found that he actually could hold his composure and coordination. The school bully had finally gotten sick of the attention that he got while being a klutz, somehow Eros was more popular being an embarrassment then the boy was by being a bully. Obviously he wouldn't stand for this so he cornered Biowa and fought him. He was crushed, the boy was bigger and Eros had never been in a fight before. The boy held his own, not falling once, even when being hit, able to connect with some punches but the larger child was just too much, overtaking Eros with his superior power and experience in mauling children on a daily basis.
After the beating, the bully found that it had an effect opposite than what he had hoped. Eros' standing and fighting, even though everyone knew that he would lose, had inspired the various children to stand up to the bully. Now with a mass of children, that had been observing the fight, turned against him, the bully couldn't help but be beaten by the mob, that was until a slew of security officials broke everything up. The bully however had stopped coming to class after that, leaving the school bully free for a few years.
The boy's courage had earned him respect and friends, no longer was he ridiculed for being the clod that he was, no longer was he laughed at...those that were around him helped him off and befriended him. Near the end of that year a teacher had approached Eros about a scholarship to Brentaal IV's premier military school. There were interviews for the boy as well as specialized entry tests. Eros was a stellar student in his current school and the teachers knew of his familial situation, hence they wanted to get him away from his frivolous parents, who had just entered into a pyramid scheme and was trying to recruit the teachers into it with them.
After a few weeks of screening many candidates from his school, they were only able to pick one, Eros Firion was picked for a full scholarship through his entire schooling, as long as he kept his performance high that is. The years went by without much incident. Eros was horrendous at drill, marching in coordination with others per someone's orders. On more than one occasion he tripped and caused half of the platoon to fall over him.
As time went on, Eros showed himself to excel in his studies, mainly of battle tactics and in marksmanship. He was a clean and studious boy, so much different from his family who always looked for the quick and easy way out. The young Firion always took the right way out, most of the time the more arduous road. Marksmanship was his love, he would spend almost all of his spare time in the rifle and pistol range. Learning how to hone his skills, he would make designs in the targets, and of course he would receive reprimands for it.
He was told to take it seriously, and yet he was the only student in his class that would spend his liberty time on the range or in the library studying battle tactics. It fascinated him, if he knew how people acted in battle he would be able to predict what they would do. He would be a battle field Jedi, able to foresee the future. Or at least that is what his young mind fantasized about. Soon, before he knew it really, he was a teenager, about to leave the school and start his true life.
This was when his first real encounter with a female occurred. There was one female student in his class that he'd always fancied and finally he'd gotten the courage up to ask her to the winter military ball at the school. She accepted to his delight, and to his amazement he was even graceful when walking with her, taking pictures and eating. Nothing was spilled, nothing was kicked over, no one fell...that was until they got on the dance floor. At first everything was good, until the third song, when just about everyone was in full swing and on the dance floor. It was a swifter paced song than was played before, Eros was trying to keep up, the girl he'd brought was lost in the music, moving to it with her eyes closed.
Then suddenly, someone nudged into Eros. Normally, to everyone else this would've meant that they would stumble a step and regain balance. But to Eros Firion this was the worst thing that could have happened to his social life. He stumbled, went forward, his feet going out from under him. The young man's arms went forward to grab onto something to hold himself up. They grasped onto something and then thud, he hit the ground face first with a loud rip.
To his date's eternal dismay she was wearing a dress that didn't wrap around her shoulders, what Eros had grabbed was the front of her dress. The sudden weight and pull tore the dress in the back, by the zipper and tore it off her. There she stood in her under garments in front of the entire class, who naturally was gawking and laughing at Eros and his date. She ran out of the hall and took her torn dress with her.
That was the last year their class was at the school, though the tale, Eros' legend lives on. After his graduation, Eros got an offer to attend the Officer Candidate School for the Galactic Republic. Not even needing to talk this over with his wayward parents he went off. While there he established himself just as he did in his school back on Brentaal IV.
The man was a clod and yet beautiful under maneuvers. He excelled as a team leader, using his previously studied knowledge of tactics and his remarkable ability with a blaster to win all engagements for his side during his training. He was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the Galactic Republic's Army after finished first in his class. He was assigned to a capital ship in the outer rim, monitoring pirate activity, at the time he was nineteen years of age.
Through many skirmishes, being a platoon leader, boarding vessels and taking control of their ships, Eros worked his way to a promotion to First Lieutenant within a year of service. He excelled in his position, he was having too much fun to even worry about a social life. As he was spending his time studying more, trying to broaden his view of tactics as well as training with the blaster to be more efficient. Sadly though, every time they trained in melee or unarmed combat Eros would most definitely get his behind whipped by his comrades.
It wasn't until they boarded a larger freighter that had set up ambushes and traps within their corridors that he truly stood out. Half of his platoon and several others had been either pinned down or decimated, dead or wounded, either way out of action. Half of his platoon was standing behind him, against a wall as was the last contingent of pirates at the end of the hallway, barricaded down and firing away with their blasters. Eros, with no regard to his own safety through out his helmet, pulling their fire and turned the corner, letting loose two grenades over the barricade, then letting loose his trigger finger taking down several of the pirates before diving into the next corridor.
The grenades exploded with a howl from the pirates and First Lieutenant Firion had come back into the hallway firing away while his platoon was safe behind the corner. He'd taken out twenty men in under two minutes by himself. After the debriefing he was promoted to Captain. He was twenty-two years old. From there he was transferred to a regular unit, a ground invasion force to be a platoon leader and company Executive Officer.
Password: Kylena.
RP Sample:
Infernal heat...Was there anything worse then being in the heat? Not to Eros. It was so wretchedly hot, so unbearable. How do people live here? Give him the nice coldness of space and he'd be happy all day long. Everything made everything hotter in this place. Where the hell was he again? He didn't know, some backward planet that the Sith were trying to take over. It was barely a skirmish, barely even a planet really. There were hardly any people here. What was the point?
It wasn't his decision to make though. It was only his duty to lead his men through the patrol unharmed, to get them back to their friends and family. It was his job to keep them safe while hindering the enemy, while killing them all. To outsmart them while he is here, all while accomplishing small goals in the overall goal of defeating the Sith. Suddenly blasters started firing.
"CONTACT LEFT!" Eros screamed, his platoon responding instantly, as he'd trained them. They sought out cover, facing their enemies. The blasters nipped at a few of them but so far no one was truly hit.
"PIN THEM DOWN!" he screamed while running through his ranks, his platoon returned fire toward the Sith. Eros ducked down suddenly and hit the helmet of a larger man.
"SPRAY AND PRAY BARNES! SPRAY AND PRAY!" he screamed in the ear of the man with the heavy rifle. The simple phrase meant that he would give rapid fire in bursts over the heads of the enemies that opened fire on them, pinning them down, and any who raised up would be caught with fire. This would allow the rest of the platoon to pick off those that tried other ways to attack them.
Some of the enemy only raised their blasters to fire, hoping to hit someone, a few stood up too far and were caught in the face with a bolt from Barnes' rifle. Eros ran between his troops, giving encouragement, most of which you wouldn't want your children to hear. Stopping every once in a while as he saw someone poke out to his him with a bolt from his own rifle. After a few minutes, the enemy's numbers dwindled and Eros pulled out a grenade, throwing it behind the barricade before rushing off in that direction. His platoon knew the orders without him needing to say it.
Eros crouched while running, his platoon offering covering fire for the man, his rifle in his shoulder, at the ready. A Sith soldier poked up only to meet his end with a bolt from Eros' blaster. Coming up to the barricade he ducked down against it, the smoke and sand still flying from the grenade. Eros waved his hand, palm forward to his platoon, signaling the cease fire command so he wouldn't get hit. He stood and popped off a few bolts to those crouching or wounded. The small unit of eight that had attacked his platoon was down.
"Secure the perimeter! I want this entire block searched. Now!" The men instantly perked up and secured the perimeter as Captain Firion searched the bodies for intelligence. After ten minutes, they continued on their patrol, Eros on the radio with his superiors reporting the incident and location.
