Post by Veg on Feb 4, 2011 3:16:35 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Special Operations
Rank: Sergeant First Class
Name: Yurek "Spoon" Kurth
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance:
Yurek has a gruff look to him, a scarred but clean shaven face and short black hair. His dull blue eyes show just how hard his life has been. While age shows in his face, it comes out more in the way of experience than the look of a worn down man. Yurek is also a very fit man, muscles and the like, no different than any other soldier. Beyond these features, he goes to great lengths to blend in with other fighting men. This is because his unit technically doesn't exist.
Personality:
Born in the underworld of Coruscant, Yurek is tough. It defines his personality, the way he thinks, and his entire outlook on life. There is a ruggedness in his voice that rarely goes away, even when he's joking around. His sense of humor is that of sarcasm, with a sardonic twist to it. Most of the time Yurek speaks his mind, saying whatever he thinks needs to be said at the given moment. The exception to that is his superiors in the Military, the result of too many court marshals in the course of his extensive military career.
There are few things in this life Yurek doesn't hate. There are firearms, tactical orbital bombardments, and hot chocolate.
The flip side of that, there are a great many thing Yurek does. To start, there are civilians. Their ability to interfere with a well planned military operation was something Yurek himself had experienced a lot. They had a knack for killing the element of surprise, you couldn't call in fire support when they were in the area, people complained when they were killed in the crossfire, and they never gave the fighting men of the Military enough support. The next thing, sort of related to the last, was the Press. That in itself was self explained. Everyone knew how they portrayed the military more often than not. Naval officers were another thing, too. They treated soldiers like they were expendable, just mindless snowballs to be flung haphazardly at the enemy until their ends were met regardless of the cost of life. Yurek could go on for hours about the things he didn't like, it was just who he was.
The First Sergent also had what some would call paranoia. He had a saying to rebuke this. "There are the paranoid and the dead", he would remark. He was never so paranoid as to jump at shadows, but he was one to speculate on things that could go wrong with operations. His ever active sense of awareness served him well, letting him make last minute adjustments to battle plans and unit deployments that had saved life.
With those saved lives, the insight Yurek seemed to bring to any comabt situation, and just his general personality, the men under his command seemed to love him. Most say he has a natural ability to lead men due to his life experience and appreciation for the soldiering life.
Skills: Marksmanship, Demolitions, Fast Insertions, Escape and Evade, Combat Search and Rescue, Executive Protection, Reconnaissance, Advanced Unconventional Warfare, Tactical Planning, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence Trade Craft... You get the idea.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 0
Bio:
First Sergeant Yurek Kurth was born in the filthy underworld of the glowing gem of a planet that is Coruscant. His parents were unknown to him, he had been sold to one person or another from the time of his birth. It was likely his mother was a prostitute or slave of some sort, and the sale had been either forced or done out of necessity, or so Yurek liked to tell himself. The sale and trade of the child continued through his youth, lasting for as long as he can remember. He traded hands from gangs to crime lords to corrupt cops and so on, learning skills that increased his value as each trade or sell went through. It was apparent to some who owned him that he was a sort of sponge of information, a fast learner and someone who could pick up a skill quickly. This fact was sometimes lost on others who owned him. He had his fare share of praise and abuse, but never was there any sort of longevity to any one person or place.
On occasion Yurek would have a job that took him above the lower levels of the city, where he could see the bright city and the stars that hung far above it. He promised himself that one day he would get away from his life and live out there, among the glittering blanket that hung above him. Everyone needed a dream, something to keep them going. This was especially true to those going through hardship like the First Sergeant had.
The dream remained in the back of the child's mind as he grew older, progressing into his early teens and adapting to the rigors of his life and the crime he was forced to do. Working for a notorious crime boss in the underworld of Coruscant, Yurek was tasked with using the sewer system to infiltrate a star fighter base and steal as many blaster rifles as he could carry from the Army garrison there. The plan was complex, it involved a lot of small tunnels, maintenance shafts designed for small droids, and water outflow systems that were too small for an adult to get into. The skinny pre-teen was bought for his slender frame and all the knowledge he had accumulated through his so far short life. After a few trial runs through other similar shafts and tunnels, Yurek was deemed ready to undertake the mission.
Setting out from an underground sewage reclamation system, Yurek crawled through what equaled four and a half miles of interconnected sewage pipes, water pipes, maintenance shafts, and lastly air ducts. Reaching the end, the real had part began. With a map of the patrols drawn by a well paid Naval Non-commissioned officer on the crimelord's payroll, it wouldn't be hard for the young kid to get in and out without encountering trouble. What the brilliant plan didn't factor in was the aforementioned dream of the First Sergeant. As he moved toward the Army garrison to complete his task, there was a dropship loading with troopers on an open runway. It caught Yurek's attention, the thought of the large ugly box being able to take people off the surface of the city planet and up into the arms of a waiting ship. Being a military dropship, the ship waiting for it had to be large. His mind raced at the idea, a frigate? No, a destroyer? Perhaps a Dreadnought? The excitement built to a peak, and the plan for the crimelord was abandoned without a second thought. The plan was replaced with the hopes of sneaking aboard a transport and making his way up into space and living in the shadows of a starship, so close to the stars he dreamed of seeing up close.
Needless to say with the patrol schedule abandoned and the careful plan thrown to the wind, it didn't take long for the soldiers guarding the base to catch Yurek and detain him. Despite his size, it took four guards to bring him to his cell. The fact entertained the Lieutenant in charge of the platoon who was on duty at the time. Rather then hand him over to the authorities who would toss him into the juvenile system where he would turn into an even worse version of the criminal boy he already was, he was handed to the base Commander. To Yurek, the cycle of sale was just continuing.
It wasn't until Yurek spoke to the Commander and was presented with the choice of his lifetime that he really understood the cycle had ended. He could either enlist in the Republic Military or be handed over to the justice system, go through the courts, and be jailed. There was no choice in Yurek's mind, his dream to leave his current life was within his grasp. There was a chance yet to live in the stars. What the Commander didn't include in his verbal explanation of the offer was the stipulation that the boy joined the Army, not the Navy.
And so began the colorful career of Yurek Kurth.
Kurth began his start in the Army like every other soldier. Boot Camp was a daydream to him, a shadow of the hardships he had faced since birth. His rugged attitude, calm demeanor in the face of danger, and his sense of humor in the face of those who would oppress him earned him the respect of his Drill Sergeants. From there it was just a matter of waiting and enjoying the improvement in his life everyone around him seemed to struggle through.
After Boot Camp, Yurek was deployed off-world to a backwater outpost on the edge of nowhere. People called the vast plains and great space filled with nothing by a name; Dantooine. From there, he was pushed from outpost to outpost, climbing in rank little by little as he did. Though the positions were of little importance, Yurek's ability to make himself useful always left an impression on his commanding officers. Even on the most backwater and remote of planets, he kept recon on locals, mapped out defensive points for file, and kept his superiors up to date on the status of anything he could get his fingers into. This would continue into his twenties, at which point the tide would turn. Yurek received his first deployment of interest; a garrison on Yaga Minor.
While the details of the fighting that happened there are still classified, it is rumored that an expeditionary force of Sith military irregular forces attacked Yaga Minor with the hopes of disrupting ship building efforts and damaging the building facilities and dry docks there. Scattered reports say a young Private First Class took command of a small fireteam, outflanked the expeditionary force, and helped rout the enemy soldiers into an ambush. The small six man fireteam had used superior tactics to confuse the enemy force into thinking it was it was much larger in size. The Sith, thinking they were being caught in a pincer move, pulled back away from what they perceived to be two fronts coming together. In reality, they were moving away from a small fireteam and into the actual pincer.
Yurek was awarded medals, commendations, and a promotion. While the story was kept out of media circulation for the purpose of preventing panic and paranoia, Yurek was given his choice of post so long as the details of his promotion were under wraps. This would mark the beginning of command's recognition of Yurek's ability to both fight and command. Rather than picking a post that would fast-track his career and make him an officer in no time, Yurek chose combat posts in the mid-rim putting down insurrections and squashing dissidence.
It was obvious during his campaigns in the mid-rim as the average foot soldier that the Army was not prepared to fight in any other capacity other than conventional warfare. He posed the idea to his then commander, a Captain Jouroos Price, of a specialized fighting force. One that could fight in an unconventional capacity, preforming tasks behind enemy lines, fighting ahead of the front or even behind allied armies to combat the guerrilla warfare which was common in the insurrections and insurgencies the forces he was deployed with often faced. He was not the only one with this idea. Yurek was placed in a small platoon of similarly skilled fighting men. The platoon was officially reorganized under a diffferent command and defined as a "Special Reconnaissance Force", nicknamed by the regular fighting soldiers as "The Gundarks".
The Gundarks gained more infamy than fame in the mid-rim. It wasn't known to Yurek or his comrades, but in reality the idea was a test by High Command. The unit's leader, Second Lieutenant Henrock Shepard had presented the idea years before Yurek suggested it, and had been since trying to prove the sense in creating units like The Gundarks to be deployed around the galaxy. The success of The Gundarks was proof enough, their deployments praised by Battalion commanders and Generals alike. Their efforts could often turn the tide of losing battles in the mid-rim, or make no-win situations in theory into winning situations in practice.
From this outline, the 1st Special Forces Unconventional Operations And Reconnaissance Detachment was created under Republic Military Special Operations Command. The unit would see fighting from the core planets out to the mid-rim again, and out to as far as Wild Space. As the years rolled on, enrollment picked up and the unit grew from a platoon to a battalion. SFUOR quickly gained a reputation for being some of the best of the best, quickly disappearing into the classified Tier One designation. Yurek in the meantime was promoted through the years to his current First Sergeant position and given his own unit to command.
As it stands, the 1st Special Forces Unconventional Operations and Reconnaissance Detachment is a rumor, a unit long since disbanded and broken apart to reinforce conventional forces. On paper. In reality, The Gundarks are operational and active, doing things people never hear of, and when they do, their actions are credited to other units. As one of the first Gundarks, Yurek Kurth is one of the best 1st SFUOR operators in unit history, turning down many the promotion to keep out from behind a desk and keep his boots dirty.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
There was an explosion in the distance, large enough to light up the dark night sky and briefly illuminate Yurek and the seven other men with him. They were huddled together in the dark village, all eight of the men pressed tightly against the outer wall of a building. The fighting in the distance had been going on for days, it was normal for the region. It was the prefect cover for the operation. Looking back to examine the row of men stacked up behind him, Yurek couldn't help but smile. His unit was composed of some of the best operators in the galaxy. Tonight, they were "dislodging" a local warlord who refused to cease hostile military operations against Republic forces in the nearby garrison. That was the official wording on their operational deployment papers. To a civilian, they were killing a bad man to stop him from killing good guys.
With a tight wave of his hand, followed by four fingers, Yurek jabbed a finger to a house across the way. Four men at the back unflattened themselves from the wall and started a slow walk to the edge of the building. Yurek patted the air, as if to flatten some invisible mound of dirt. It was the hand signal to stay low. Yurek then dipped his head around the corner to check the road between the two structures, his rifle coming up a heartbeat later to cover the four men's movement. The four men moved across the road in an awkward crouching run that kept them low to the ground without sacrificing speed.
When the four reached the other side, they flatted against the house, like a mirror to the men across from them. The end of the four men mimicked Yurek, poking his head around the corner followed by his rifle to cover the roadway. The four on the other side, Yurek included, crouch ran across the roadway to join their comrades. They too flattened against the building again, heading to the front of the line of soldiers to form a train similar to the one they had just broken apart. From where they were, a side door was visible. That door was the entry point the team was to take, where they would breach into the home and engage what earlier recon estimated to be four armed men inside and an unarmed family with them. The armed guards would be downstairs, with the family upstairs.
With silent steps, the train of soldiers slowly walked to the side door. The light outside the door was off, turned off an hour ago. The light going off marked the start of the infiltration. The hour leading up to current time had been spent slowly moving into the village, silently taking out guards, and working their way to what had been identified as the warlord's home.
Yurek was at the front of the line, so naturally he was the first to reach the door. Rather than grasp the handle and use his years of experience to silently open the door to sneak in, he instead placed small electronic devices on each of the four corners of the door and retreated a few feet back. Extending his left arm, the First Sergeant pressed a button on his wrist computer. The second the button on the screen was pressed, the devices started to blink. Yurek reclaimed his grip on his rifle and checked behind him one last time to make sure his men were ready. The devices blinked in unison, once... Twice... Three times... Four.
A shattering explosion rang out, splintering the door like it was made of balsa wood. Before the splinters hit the ground, the eight men were through the shattered frame and into the home. They went in single file, splitting into two groups of four. One to the left, one to the right, one to the left, and so on. As they spread out in an orderly fashion, their weapons puffed out rounds. The rounds didn't travel far, killing the guards who were still covering their faces from the splinters of the door. Poor bastards wouldn't even know what happened, Yurek thought.
Without hesitation, Yurek and the three others that had broken off to the right started to climb the stairs just a few feet from them. The other four would stay downstairs to clear that floor and defend against any reactionary forces.
Up the stairs, weapons at the ready, the column moved to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, there were two doors. One was probably the childrens', the other likely belonged to the parents. It was impossible to tell which one was which, and it was likely everyone was awake now. Without even a hand gesture, the four men split up into twos. Yurek and another took the right door, while the other two would kick in the other. With a single foot to the spot next to the door handle, the door shattered at the frame and swung open and into the room. Inside there was a man sitting up in the bed, out of the covers with his feet over the side and on the floor. The woman next to him was awake but seemed to be laying still, stiff with fear.
Two puffs placed two rounds through the man's head, the insides of his skull splattering against the wall next to him. His now limp body slumped over and crumpled out of the bed to the floor. The woman started to scream at the top of her lungs, but it didn't phase the First Sergeant. "Clear!" Yurek shouted.
"Clear!" Was the call from across the hall, which then echoed from the men downstairs.
Yurek took a second to admire the painting he had created on the wall of the bedroom, smirking to himself. He didn't fancy himself an artist, but he figured he could sell something looking like that on the market for a decent price. He knew it was time to go, the mission was done. His team would abandon their stealth, setting the home on fire after dumping the two children and the warlord's wife on the lawn, all three of them sobbing to themselves. Were they to blame for the warlord's actions? No, Yurek thought. But such was war.
The unit would clear out of the village and reconnect with the front line in a few days. The escape would be clean, most of the rebel forces trying to put out the fire. It would take hours for them to realize the warlord had been assassinated rather than killed in a tragic home fire. The Gundarks were good, almost too good Yurek mused to himself.
Department: Special Operations
Rank: Sergeant First Class
Name: Yurek "Spoon" Kurth
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Birth place: Coruscant
Appearance:
Yurek has a gruff look to him, a scarred but clean shaven face and short black hair. His dull blue eyes show just how hard his life has been. While age shows in his face, it comes out more in the way of experience than the look of a worn down man. Yurek is also a very fit man, muscles and the like, no different than any other soldier. Beyond these features, he goes to great lengths to blend in with other fighting men. This is because his unit technically doesn't exist.
Personality:
Born in the underworld of Coruscant, Yurek is tough. It defines his personality, the way he thinks, and his entire outlook on life. There is a ruggedness in his voice that rarely goes away, even when he's joking around. His sense of humor is that of sarcasm, with a sardonic twist to it. Most of the time Yurek speaks his mind, saying whatever he thinks needs to be said at the given moment. The exception to that is his superiors in the Military, the result of too many court marshals in the course of his extensive military career.
There are few things in this life Yurek doesn't hate. There are firearms, tactical orbital bombardments, and hot chocolate.
The flip side of that, there are a great many thing Yurek does. To start, there are civilians. Their ability to interfere with a well planned military operation was something Yurek himself had experienced a lot. They had a knack for killing the element of surprise, you couldn't call in fire support when they were in the area, people complained when they were killed in the crossfire, and they never gave the fighting men of the Military enough support. The next thing, sort of related to the last, was the Press. That in itself was self explained. Everyone knew how they portrayed the military more often than not. Naval officers were another thing, too. They treated soldiers like they were expendable, just mindless snowballs to be flung haphazardly at the enemy until their ends were met regardless of the cost of life. Yurek could go on for hours about the things he didn't like, it was just who he was.
The First Sergent also had what some would call paranoia. He had a saying to rebuke this. "There are the paranoid and the dead", he would remark. He was never so paranoid as to jump at shadows, but he was one to speculate on things that could go wrong with operations. His ever active sense of awareness served him well, letting him make last minute adjustments to battle plans and unit deployments that had saved life.
With those saved lives, the insight Yurek seemed to bring to any comabt situation, and just his general personality, the men under his command seemed to love him. Most say he has a natural ability to lead men due to his life experience and appreciation for the soldiering life.
Skills: Marksmanship, Demolitions, Fast Insertions, Escape and Evade, Combat Search and Rescue, Executive Protection, Reconnaissance, Advanced Unconventional Warfare, Tactical Planning, Intelligence/Counter-Intelligence Trade Craft... You get the idea.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 0
Bio:
First Sergeant Yurek Kurth was born in the filthy underworld of the glowing gem of a planet that is Coruscant. His parents were unknown to him, he had been sold to one person or another from the time of his birth. It was likely his mother was a prostitute or slave of some sort, and the sale had been either forced or done out of necessity, or so Yurek liked to tell himself. The sale and trade of the child continued through his youth, lasting for as long as he can remember. He traded hands from gangs to crime lords to corrupt cops and so on, learning skills that increased his value as each trade or sell went through. It was apparent to some who owned him that he was a sort of sponge of information, a fast learner and someone who could pick up a skill quickly. This fact was sometimes lost on others who owned him. He had his fare share of praise and abuse, but never was there any sort of longevity to any one person or place.
On occasion Yurek would have a job that took him above the lower levels of the city, where he could see the bright city and the stars that hung far above it. He promised himself that one day he would get away from his life and live out there, among the glittering blanket that hung above him. Everyone needed a dream, something to keep them going. This was especially true to those going through hardship like the First Sergeant had.
The dream remained in the back of the child's mind as he grew older, progressing into his early teens and adapting to the rigors of his life and the crime he was forced to do. Working for a notorious crime boss in the underworld of Coruscant, Yurek was tasked with using the sewer system to infiltrate a star fighter base and steal as many blaster rifles as he could carry from the Army garrison there. The plan was complex, it involved a lot of small tunnels, maintenance shafts designed for small droids, and water outflow systems that were too small for an adult to get into. The skinny pre-teen was bought for his slender frame and all the knowledge he had accumulated through his so far short life. After a few trial runs through other similar shafts and tunnels, Yurek was deemed ready to undertake the mission.
Setting out from an underground sewage reclamation system, Yurek crawled through what equaled four and a half miles of interconnected sewage pipes, water pipes, maintenance shafts, and lastly air ducts. Reaching the end, the real had part began. With a map of the patrols drawn by a well paid Naval Non-commissioned officer on the crimelord's payroll, it wouldn't be hard for the young kid to get in and out without encountering trouble. What the brilliant plan didn't factor in was the aforementioned dream of the First Sergeant. As he moved toward the Army garrison to complete his task, there was a dropship loading with troopers on an open runway. It caught Yurek's attention, the thought of the large ugly box being able to take people off the surface of the city planet and up into the arms of a waiting ship. Being a military dropship, the ship waiting for it had to be large. His mind raced at the idea, a frigate? No, a destroyer? Perhaps a Dreadnought? The excitement built to a peak, and the plan for the crimelord was abandoned without a second thought. The plan was replaced with the hopes of sneaking aboard a transport and making his way up into space and living in the shadows of a starship, so close to the stars he dreamed of seeing up close.
Needless to say with the patrol schedule abandoned and the careful plan thrown to the wind, it didn't take long for the soldiers guarding the base to catch Yurek and detain him. Despite his size, it took four guards to bring him to his cell. The fact entertained the Lieutenant in charge of the platoon who was on duty at the time. Rather then hand him over to the authorities who would toss him into the juvenile system where he would turn into an even worse version of the criminal boy he already was, he was handed to the base Commander. To Yurek, the cycle of sale was just continuing.
It wasn't until Yurek spoke to the Commander and was presented with the choice of his lifetime that he really understood the cycle had ended. He could either enlist in the Republic Military or be handed over to the justice system, go through the courts, and be jailed. There was no choice in Yurek's mind, his dream to leave his current life was within his grasp. There was a chance yet to live in the stars. What the Commander didn't include in his verbal explanation of the offer was the stipulation that the boy joined the Army, not the Navy.
And so began the colorful career of Yurek Kurth.
Kurth began his start in the Army like every other soldier. Boot Camp was a daydream to him, a shadow of the hardships he had faced since birth. His rugged attitude, calm demeanor in the face of danger, and his sense of humor in the face of those who would oppress him earned him the respect of his Drill Sergeants. From there it was just a matter of waiting and enjoying the improvement in his life everyone around him seemed to struggle through.
After Boot Camp, Yurek was deployed off-world to a backwater outpost on the edge of nowhere. People called the vast plains and great space filled with nothing by a name; Dantooine. From there, he was pushed from outpost to outpost, climbing in rank little by little as he did. Though the positions were of little importance, Yurek's ability to make himself useful always left an impression on his commanding officers. Even on the most backwater and remote of planets, he kept recon on locals, mapped out defensive points for file, and kept his superiors up to date on the status of anything he could get his fingers into. This would continue into his twenties, at which point the tide would turn. Yurek received his first deployment of interest; a garrison on Yaga Minor.
While the details of the fighting that happened there are still classified, it is rumored that an expeditionary force of Sith military irregular forces attacked Yaga Minor with the hopes of disrupting ship building efforts and damaging the building facilities and dry docks there. Scattered reports say a young Private First Class took command of a small fireteam, outflanked the expeditionary force, and helped rout the enemy soldiers into an ambush. The small six man fireteam had used superior tactics to confuse the enemy force into thinking it was it was much larger in size. The Sith, thinking they were being caught in a pincer move, pulled back away from what they perceived to be two fronts coming together. In reality, they were moving away from a small fireteam and into the actual pincer.
Yurek was awarded medals, commendations, and a promotion. While the story was kept out of media circulation for the purpose of preventing panic and paranoia, Yurek was given his choice of post so long as the details of his promotion were under wraps. This would mark the beginning of command's recognition of Yurek's ability to both fight and command. Rather than picking a post that would fast-track his career and make him an officer in no time, Yurek chose combat posts in the mid-rim putting down insurrections and squashing dissidence.
It was obvious during his campaigns in the mid-rim as the average foot soldier that the Army was not prepared to fight in any other capacity other than conventional warfare. He posed the idea to his then commander, a Captain Jouroos Price, of a specialized fighting force. One that could fight in an unconventional capacity, preforming tasks behind enemy lines, fighting ahead of the front or even behind allied armies to combat the guerrilla warfare which was common in the insurrections and insurgencies the forces he was deployed with often faced. He was not the only one with this idea. Yurek was placed in a small platoon of similarly skilled fighting men. The platoon was officially reorganized under a diffferent command and defined as a "Special Reconnaissance Force", nicknamed by the regular fighting soldiers as "The Gundarks".
The Gundarks gained more infamy than fame in the mid-rim. It wasn't known to Yurek or his comrades, but in reality the idea was a test by High Command. The unit's leader, Second Lieutenant Henrock Shepard had presented the idea years before Yurek suggested it, and had been since trying to prove the sense in creating units like The Gundarks to be deployed around the galaxy. The success of The Gundarks was proof enough, their deployments praised by Battalion commanders and Generals alike. Their efforts could often turn the tide of losing battles in the mid-rim, or make no-win situations in theory into winning situations in practice.
From this outline, the 1st Special Forces Unconventional Operations And Reconnaissance Detachment was created under Republic Military Special Operations Command. The unit would see fighting from the core planets out to the mid-rim again, and out to as far as Wild Space. As the years rolled on, enrollment picked up and the unit grew from a platoon to a battalion. SFUOR quickly gained a reputation for being some of the best of the best, quickly disappearing into the classified Tier One designation. Yurek in the meantime was promoted through the years to his current First Sergeant position and given his own unit to command.
As it stands, the 1st Special Forces Unconventional Operations and Reconnaissance Detachment is a rumor, a unit long since disbanded and broken apart to reinforce conventional forces. On paper. In reality, The Gundarks are operational and active, doing things people never hear of, and when they do, their actions are credited to other units. As one of the first Gundarks, Yurek Kurth is one of the best 1st SFUOR operators in unit history, turning down many the promotion to keep out from behind a desk and keep his boots dirty.
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
There was an explosion in the distance, large enough to light up the dark night sky and briefly illuminate Yurek and the seven other men with him. They were huddled together in the dark village, all eight of the men pressed tightly against the outer wall of a building. The fighting in the distance had been going on for days, it was normal for the region. It was the prefect cover for the operation. Looking back to examine the row of men stacked up behind him, Yurek couldn't help but smile. His unit was composed of some of the best operators in the galaxy. Tonight, they were "dislodging" a local warlord who refused to cease hostile military operations against Republic forces in the nearby garrison. That was the official wording on their operational deployment papers. To a civilian, they were killing a bad man to stop him from killing good guys.
With a tight wave of his hand, followed by four fingers, Yurek jabbed a finger to a house across the way. Four men at the back unflattened themselves from the wall and started a slow walk to the edge of the building. Yurek patted the air, as if to flatten some invisible mound of dirt. It was the hand signal to stay low. Yurek then dipped his head around the corner to check the road between the two structures, his rifle coming up a heartbeat later to cover the four men's movement. The four men moved across the road in an awkward crouching run that kept them low to the ground without sacrificing speed.
When the four reached the other side, they flatted against the house, like a mirror to the men across from them. The end of the four men mimicked Yurek, poking his head around the corner followed by his rifle to cover the roadway. The four on the other side, Yurek included, crouch ran across the roadway to join their comrades. They too flattened against the building again, heading to the front of the line of soldiers to form a train similar to the one they had just broken apart. From where they were, a side door was visible. That door was the entry point the team was to take, where they would breach into the home and engage what earlier recon estimated to be four armed men inside and an unarmed family with them. The armed guards would be downstairs, with the family upstairs.
With silent steps, the train of soldiers slowly walked to the side door. The light outside the door was off, turned off an hour ago. The light going off marked the start of the infiltration. The hour leading up to current time had been spent slowly moving into the village, silently taking out guards, and working their way to what had been identified as the warlord's home.
Yurek was at the front of the line, so naturally he was the first to reach the door. Rather than grasp the handle and use his years of experience to silently open the door to sneak in, he instead placed small electronic devices on each of the four corners of the door and retreated a few feet back. Extending his left arm, the First Sergeant pressed a button on his wrist computer. The second the button on the screen was pressed, the devices started to blink. Yurek reclaimed his grip on his rifle and checked behind him one last time to make sure his men were ready. The devices blinked in unison, once... Twice... Three times... Four.
A shattering explosion rang out, splintering the door like it was made of balsa wood. Before the splinters hit the ground, the eight men were through the shattered frame and into the home. They went in single file, splitting into two groups of four. One to the left, one to the right, one to the left, and so on. As they spread out in an orderly fashion, their weapons puffed out rounds. The rounds didn't travel far, killing the guards who were still covering their faces from the splinters of the door. Poor bastards wouldn't even know what happened, Yurek thought.
Without hesitation, Yurek and the three others that had broken off to the right started to climb the stairs just a few feet from them. The other four would stay downstairs to clear that floor and defend against any reactionary forces.
Up the stairs, weapons at the ready, the column moved to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, there were two doors. One was probably the childrens', the other likely belonged to the parents. It was impossible to tell which one was which, and it was likely everyone was awake now. Without even a hand gesture, the four men split up into twos. Yurek and another took the right door, while the other two would kick in the other. With a single foot to the spot next to the door handle, the door shattered at the frame and swung open and into the room. Inside there was a man sitting up in the bed, out of the covers with his feet over the side and on the floor. The woman next to him was awake but seemed to be laying still, stiff with fear.
Two puffs placed two rounds through the man's head, the insides of his skull splattering against the wall next to him. His now limp body slumped over and crumpled out of the bed to the floor. The woman started to scream at the top of her lungs, but it didn't phase the First Sergeant. "Clear!" Yurek shouted.
"Clear!" Was the call from across the hall, which then echoed from the men downstairs.
Yurek took a second to admire the painting he had created on the wall of the bedroom, smirking to himself. He didn't fancy himself an artist, but he figured he could sell something looking like that on the market for a decent price. He knew it was time to go, the mission was done. His team would abandon their stealth, setting the home on fire after dumping the two children and the warlord's wife on the lawn, all three of them sobbing to themselves. Were they to blame for the warlord's actions? No, Yurek thought. But such was war.
The unit would clear out of the village and reconnect with the front line in a few days. The escape would be clean, most of the rebel forces trying to put out the fire. It would take hours for them to realize the warlord had been assassinated rather than killed in a tragic home fire. The Gundarks were good, almost too good Yurek mused to himself.
