Post by Regnier on May 1, 2007 21:56:51 GMT -5
Faction: Sith Military (Formerly of Coruscant Security Force)
Department: Special Forces; Intelligence Division, Field Operative (Listed as a sith Security Force Investigator, under the name Captain Yusanis Kormann in official databanks, not as an FO or as Nazante Vos)
Rank: Captain
Name: Nazante Vos (That’s right, you heard me, VOS), uses the alias Yusanis Kormann, after the legendary Echani general and the Echani mercenary he traveled with for several years.
Species: Kiffar
Age: 32
Height: 6’
Weight: 221lbs
Birth place: Kiffex, Azurbani System, Inner Rim
Appearance:
Nazante bears, as members of his family have for years, and will for millennia, the Clan Vos facial tattoos. He is most commonly seen wearing a suit of light blast armor, though he frequently wears clothing over it to conceal it, or wears a wide variety of other outfits entirely, due to the nature of his duties. His entire outer left arm, wrist to shoulder, as well as part of the neck, sports scarring from high-degree burns, partially healed by bacta treatment. He is of fairly medium build, though in extremely good physical condition, with the leaner and toned build of a distance-runner and a martial-artist.
Physical Strength
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Intelligence
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Speed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Unarmed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Melee Weapons
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1 2 3 [4] 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Force Sensitivity
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1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
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1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
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-5 -4 -3 [-2] -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Family:
Zhan Vos [Father, Deceased]
Entari Vos [Mother, Deceased]
Aeli Vos [Wife, 30]
Entari Vos [Daughter, 15]
Kintan Vos [Son, 8]
Biography:
Those that know of the Kiffar invariably call their homeworld Kiffu, and that those from the Azurbani System must have been born there. This is the story of a Kiffar that was indeed born in the Azurban System, but not Kiffu. He was instead born on its smaller sister planet, Kiffex, a planet used only to hold prison colonies for Kiffu, overseen by the Kiffu Guardians.
Zhan Vos was a member of the Guardians of Kiffu, an upstanding and influential figure in the Kiffar society, and his wife equally upstanding and nearly as much respected. At least, until Zhan was found murdered in his home, and Entari was accused of the crime, and though she professed her innocence until the day of her death seventeen years later, she was found guilty and sent to the prison colonies of Kiffex, where she remained the remainder of her years. What none foresaw, however, was that Entari had become pregnant shortly before Zhan’s murder, and gave birth while imprisoned to a son, Nazante. He was raised by one of his uncles and his wife on Kiffu, though he was allowed to visit his mother once a year. It was discovered during his early teens that he had the ability of psychometry, and was taken into training by the Guardians for the remainder of his time on Kiffu, which was until he reached eighteen. During his training, he became increasingly disillusioned about becoming a Guardian after learning more and more about what he later perceived as the injustice done to his mother by them. The catalyst, however, was the death of his mother a mere month before he turned eighteen. From there, he went on a downspiral, frequently engaging in immoral and what the Guardians saw as less than acceptable behavior. When it was learned that a young woman of sixteen from another clan had become pregnant, and that the father was none other than Nazante himself, he was outcast from the Guardians, and disowned by his uncle. Rather than be forced to put up with the mistreatment from other Kiffar for his actions, and possibly even end up commiting acts for which he would be imprisoned, Nazante left Kiffar.
For four years, Nazante wandered the galaxy, three of those years alongside an Echani mercenary named Kormann, where he picked up most of his knowledge of personal combat. On the fifth year from his self-imposed exile, someone from his past caught up with him: a Kiffar named Aeli. The teen that bore his child a year after he had left Kiffu had finally managed to track him down, but she was not angry with him like he had believed. She knew the reasons he had left, and, in truth, had left Kiffu for many of the same reason herself when she was capable of doing so. The two Kiffar and their child stuck together in the galaxy, and for awhile, Nazante lived a clean, legitimate life as a member of the Coruscant Security Force in Coruscant’s Senate District for several years before being, as he put it, "traded" to CorSec for political purposes. Not that he minded; Corellia was a better place to live that Coruscant, in his opinion. It was here, not long after coming to the planet, that Nazante investigated an assassination attempt on a senator, one year after his son’s birth. During the investigation, he discovered ties to the sith Empire, but his investigation was abruptly cut short when he also discovered that the assassin’s seemed to have taken an interest in him. The first thing he did was return to his home, but found that his wife and children had all been kidnapped by the assassins, who later contacted him and told him to lay off his investigation for CorSec in return for his family’s life. He agreed, but after they refused to return his family to him, stating they’d only said his family could live, he pulled a trick of his own: he continued his investigation of the assassins, but not for the Corsec, doing I solo instead, something the assassins had never actually mentioned.
Investigation led him through piles of evidence proving corruption in the Senate, the CSF, CorSec, and several planetary governments, spread out across six worlds, several run-ins with legal authorities, illegal authorities, gangs, petty criminals, and an unstable engine on Corellia, which actually managed to leave the most notable mark, the burn-scars covering most of his left arm. Bacta treatment minimalized the scarring and tissue damage, but the marks can still be seen well enough. It is believed by the medical staff that treated him on Corellia that scarring might have been nonexistent if he had stayed for longer treatment, instead of vanishing from the hospital as he did.
Two months later, his investigation led him to the sith Empire and the would-be assassins, as well as a trap, though he managed to nearly shoot his way out. Impressed with his abilities in tracking them down, and in handling several of the assassins, the sith gave Nazante an offer: his family’s well-being for his service. If he offered his skills to the sith wholeheartedly, his loyalty, and utilized the fullest of his abilities for them, his family would remain well taken care of. Disloyalty or getting by his tasks with minimal effort would be met with the death of his family, and likely himself in the end. To Nazante, his own life wasn’t worth enough to accept the deal, but his immediate family was the most important thing in his life, and so, for the past four years, he has served the sith Empire with all of his being, rising rapidly through the ranks, originally as an Investigator, though his skills were soon put to better use in the Intelligence division. He has only seen his family four times since, once every year, and has fallen back into his older personality that he had during his time as a mercenary, one of somewhat low morals, though he maintains a somewhat bruised honor of a kind. He has been plotting a way out of his service to the sith since he entered it, but knows that moving without a nearly perfect plan, something could go wrong, and so he bides his time, doing the bidding of the sith with brutal efficiency, so as to not displease the sith. He has, since entering service to the sith, earned warrants on his head in multiple systems, though most are for false identities and likely will never be tied to him personally, for exploits including the assassination of a Teras Kasi Master on Bunduki, the assassination of two Echani politicians on Coruscant, the sabotage of the Republic Hammerhead-Class warship Jaga IV which sent the ship into the depths of Ando’s waters and cost most of the crew their lives, as well as the Republic the ship, the theft of sensitive information regarding Republic force deployments and secret projects, and efforts to destabilize Republic control over Mon Calamari and Ryloth, both unsuccessful, as well as many others, none of which have ever been traced back to either Nazante or the sith.
He has no reputation, no name of note among the sith military. Nazante Vos does not exist in the sith, save to those select few that know the truth; he officially died in the trap where he was originally captured. This is also the most common belief among the Republic, thanks to the seeds of misinformation sown by the Intelligence Division. Captain Yusanis Kormann, by which he is now known, is nothing more than a common cop, in essence; nobody of mention. Just typically not someone most of the sith Empire like seeing; most of the SSF have a reputation for bringing as much, if not more, trouble than they’re looking into.
Skills: Nazante, while not much stronger than the average man, is fast, and extremely-well conditioned. He has practiced several forms of hand-to-hand combat, and coupled with his speed, has become incredibly dangerous with just his bare hands. He is also exceptionally skilled with a blaster pistol, though not so much with a rifle, and is also an impressively fast and accurate draw. One of the reasons for his speed and quick reflexes is his Force sensitivity, though he has never undergone any sort of training, and has never used any other aspect of the Force, save one: among the minority of the Kiffar, there is an ability tied to the Force, an ability strong with the Vos Clan, the ability called psychometry. Most Kiffar, including Nazante, do not associate this ability with the Force, and most who have it do not know of their sensitivity. Nazante is highly skilled in the ability to move unseen and unheard, as well as blend into crowds, investigation, infiltration, disguise, persuasion, and security.
Items:
1x Light blast suit – compromised of only two actual plates on the chest and two on the shoulders, and moderate amount of light blast-resistant material over the body.
2x Czerka Arms Prototype DF133 Plasma Blaster Pistol – heavily modified for power higher than the average blaster pistol, though not heavy, exceptional range and accuracy, and decreased flash and sound, though one trait is the most useful above the others: the energy cell self-recharges, and allows for up to fifteen shots in rapid succession, with a recharge rate of five shots per three seconds. The pistol is part of a scrapped project for the Republic military by Czerka to make a new standard-issue side-arm; the project was abandoned, even though the pistol turned out better than expected, due to exceedingly high cost per unit. There were only five known prototypes, with the two in Nazante’s possession after stealing them, and the other three in the hands of a sith weaponsmith, who also gave up the project.
1x sith Special Forces Combat Knife – Nine inch matte-black blade
Ship: Kuat Drive Yards Wayfarer-Class Transport, Hierophant. The ship was a custom-requisition by Vos, built as a unique ship by KDY for a hefty price. The ship bears resemblance to a Corona-class transport, though wider and longer, featuring a hull comparable to a high-class cutter and a shield system comparable to a high-class barge shield. The hull is a dark gray, with no markings.
Length: 41.2 meters
Maximum speed (atmosphere): 950 km/h
Hyperdrive rating: Class 1, Backup Class 8
Shielding: 480SBD
Hull: 320RU
Armament: Heavy repeating blaster cannons (2, chin position), Proton torpedo launcher (1, ventral turret, eight torpedoes), Ion-cannon (1, dorsal turret)
Crew: 2 (pilot, navigator/co-pilot)
Minimum crew: 1 (Plus one astromech)
Passengers: 8
Cargo capacity: 10 metric tons
Consumables: 4 weeks
Other systems: 2 escape pods (up to four occupants each)
Sample RP:
Four human guards...one protocol droid...an impressive security system...one main entry, with difficult access to useful infiltration points...hmm...could get a little interesting.
Across the fairly unused hover-lane from the relatively small, but luxuriously furnished penthouse sat a two-seat hovercar, on a small pad that was suspiciously unlit, built for speed. Or more specifically, built to outrun CSF speeders. Underneath it say a blanket or tarp of some sort. If one looked closely enough, they might have seen the pair of binocular lenses sticking out from underneath. They had been sitting there for roughly six hours, since before the sun had gone down. Watching. Waiting.
Eventually, the cover moved, and a figure rose from underneath, hidden in the darkness. The figure produced a large pistol of some sort and fired at the peak of the penthouse. Rather than a bolt being produced, a small grapple-device trailed by a Fibercord line was silently fired. It struck on the base of a small comm' dish. Two minutes later, the figure was standing on the roof of the penthouse. He opened a port on the side of the dish's base, plugged in a datapad. Then every light in the penthouse went dark, and the figure dropped through a small maintenence shaft. Four minutes later, after three blaster shots and the dull whumpf of a concussion grenade, the figure came back out through the shaft, climbed back across the Fibercord line, taking it with him, and took off in the hovercar.
-----
"You look like you've had a rough morning, Captain." The SSF officer said as the Captain strode by him in the SSF headquarters on Muunilist twelve hours later. The captain shrugged.
"Just another day at the office, Foy." 'Kormann' replied tiredly. "Just another day at the office."
Department: Special Forces; Intelligence Division, Field Operative (Listed as a sith Security Force Investigator, under the name Captain Yusanis Kormann in official databanks, not as an FO or as Nazante Vos)
Rank: Captain
Name: Nazante Vos (That’s right, you heard me, VOS), uses the alias Yusanis Kormann, after the legendary Echani general and the Echani mercenary he traveled with for several years.
Species: Kiffar
Age: 32
Height: 6’
Weight: 221lbs
Birth place: Kiffex, Azurbani System, Inner Rim
Appearance:
Nazante bears, as members of his family have for years, and will for millennia, the Clan Vos facial tattoos. He is most commonly seen wearing a suit of light blast armor, though he frequently wears clothing over it to conceal it, or wears a wide variety of other outfits entirely, due to the nature of his duties. His entire outer left arm, wrist to shoulder, as well as part of the neck, sports scarring from high-degree burns, partially healed by bacta treatment. He is of fairly medium build, though in extremely good physical condition, with the leaner and toned build of a distance-runner and a martial-artist.
Physical Strength
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Intelligence
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Speed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Unarmed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Melee Weapons
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1 2 3 [4] 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Force Sensitivity
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1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
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1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
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-5 -4 -3 [-2] -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Family:
Zhan Vos [Father, Deceased]
Entari Vos [Mother, Deceased]
Aeli Vos [Wife, 30]
Entari Vos [Daughter, 15]
Kintan Vos [Son, 8]
Biography:
Those that know of the Kiffar invariably call their homeworld Kiffu, and that those from the Azurbani System must have been born there. This is the story of a Kiffar that was indeed born in the Azurban System, but not Kiffu. He was instead born on its smaller sister planet, Kiffex, a planet used only to hold prison colonies for Kiffu, overseen by the Kiffu Guardians.
Zhan Vos was a member of the Guardians of Kiffu, an upstanding and influential figure in the Kiffar society, and his wife equally upstanding and nearly as much respected. At least, until Zhan was found murdered in his home, and Entari was accused of the crime, and though she professed her innocence until the day of her death seventeen years later, she was found guilty and sent to the prison colonies of Kiffex, where she remained the remainder of her years. What none foresaw, however, was that Entari had become pregnant shortly before Zhan’s murder, and gave birth while imprisoned to a son, Nazante. He was raised by one of his uncles and his wife on Kiffu, though he was allowed to visit his mother once a year. It was discovered during his early teens that he had the ability of psychometry, and was taken into training by the Guardians for the remainder of his time on Kiffu, which was until he reached eighteen. During his training, he became increasingly disillusioned about becoming a Guardian after learning more and more about what he later perceived as the injustice done to his mother by them. The catalyst, however, was the death of his mother a mere month before he turned eighteen. From there, he went on a downspiral, frequently engaging in immoral and what the Guardians saw as less than acceptable behavior. When it was learned that a young woman of sixteen from another clan had become pregnant, and that the father was none other than Nazante himself, he was outcast from the Guardians, and disowned by his uncle. Rather than be forced to put up with the mistreatment from other Kiffar for his actions, and possibly even end up commiting acts for which he would be imprisoned, Nazante left Kiffar.
For four years, Nazante wandered the galaxy, three of those years alongside an Echani mercenary named Kormann, where he picked up most of his knowledge of personal combat. On the fifth year from his self-imposed exile, someone from his past caught up with him: a Kiffar named Aeli. The teen that bore his child a year after he had left Kiffu had finally managed to track him down, but she was not angry with him like he had believed. She knew the reasons he had left, and, in truth, had left Kiffu for many of the same reason herself when she was capable of doing so. The two Kiffar and their child stuck together in the galaxy, and for awhile, Nazante lived a clean, legitimate life as a member of the Coruscant Security Force in Coruscant’s Senate District for several years before being, as he put it, "traded" to CorSec for political purposes. Not that he minded; Corellia was a better place to live that Coruscant, in his opinion. It was here, not long after coming to the planet, that Nazante investigated an assassination attempt on a senator, one year after his son’s birth. During the investigation, he discovered ties to the sith Empire, but his investigation was abruptly cut short when he also discovered that the assassin’s seemed to have taken an interest in him. The first thing he did was return to his home, but found that his wife and children had all been kidnapped by the assassins, who later contacted him and told him to lay off his investigation for CorSec in return for his family’s life. He agreed, but after they refused to return his family to him, stating they’d only said his family could live, he pulled a trick of his own: he continued his investigation of the assassins, but not for the Corsec, doing I solo instead, something the assassins had never actually mentioned.
Investigation led him through piles of evidence proving corruption in the Senate, the CSF, CorSec, and several planetary governments, spread out across six worlds, several run-ins with legal authorities, illegal authorities, gangs, petty criminals, and an unstable engine on Corellia, which actually managed to leave the most notable mark, the burn-scars covering most of his left arm. Bacta treatment minimalized the scarring and tissue damage, but the marks can still be seen well enough. It is believed by the medical staff that treated him on Corellia that scarring might have been nonexistent if he had stayed for longer treatment, instead of vanishing from the hospital as he did.
Two months later, his investigation led him to the sith Empire and the would-be assassins, as well as a trap, though he managed to nearly shoot his way out. Impressed with his abilities in tracking them down, and in handling several of the assassins, the sith gave Nazante an offer: his family’s well-being for his service. If he offered his skills to the sith wholeheartedly, his loyalty, and utilized the fullest of his abilities for them, his family would remain well taken care of. Disloyalty or getting by his tasks with minimal effort would be met with the death of his family, and likely himself in the end. To Nazante, his own life wasn’t worth enough to accept the deal, but his immediate family was the most important thing in his life, and so, for the past four years, he has served the sith Empire with all of his being, rising rapidly through the ranks, originally as an Investigator, though his skills were soon put to better use in the Intelligence division. He has only seen his family four times since, once every year, and has fallen back into his older personality that he had during his time as a mercenary, one of somewhat low morals, though he maintains a somewhat bruised honor of a kind. He has been plotting a way out of his service to the sith since he entered it, but knows that moving without a nearly perfect plan, something could go wrong, and so he bides his time, doing the bidding of the sith with brutal efficiency, so as to not displease the sith. He has, since entering service to the sith, earned warrants on his head in multiple systems, though most are for false identities and likely will never be tied to him personally, for exploits including the assassination of a Teras Kasi Master on Bunduki, the assassination of two Echani politicians on Coruscant, the sabotage of the Republic Hammerhead-Class warship Jaga IV which sent the ship into the depths of Ando’s waters and cost most of the crew their lives, as well as the Republic the ship, the theft of sensitive information regarding Republic force deployments and secret projects, and efforts to destabilize Republic control over Mon Calamari and Ryloth, both unsuccessful, as well as many others, none of which have ever been traced back to either Nazante or the sith.
He has no reputation, no name of note among the sith military. Nazante Vos does not exist in the sith, save to those select few that know the truth; he officially died in the trap where he was originally captured. This is also the most common belief among the Republic, thanks to the seeds of misinformation sown by the Intelligence Division. Captain Yusanis Kormann, by which he is now known, is nothing more than a common cop, in essence; nobody of mention. Just typically not someone most of the sith Empire like seeing; most of the SSF have a reputation for bringing as much, if not more, trouble than they’re looking into.
Skills: Nazante, while not much stronger than the average man, is fast, and extremely-well conditioned. He has practiced several forms of hand-to-hand combat, and coupled with his speed, has become incredibly dangerous with just his bare hands. He is also exceptionally skilled with a blaster pistol, though not so much with a rifle, and is also an impressively fast and accurate draw. One of the reasons for his speed and quick reflexes is his Force sensitivity, though he has never undergone any sort of training, and has never used any other aspect of the Force, save one: among the minority of the Kiffar, there is an ability tied to the Force, an ability strong with the Vos Clan, the ability called psychometry. Most Kiffar, including Nazante, do not associate this ability with the Force, and most who have it do not know of their sensitivity. Nazante is highly skilled in the ability to move unseen and unheard, as well as blend into crowds, investigation, infiltration, disguise, persuasion, and security.
Items:
1x Light blast suit – compromised of only two actual plates on the chest and two on the shoulders, and moderate amount of light blast-resistant material over the body.
2x Czerka Arms Prototype DF133 Plasma Blaster Pistol – heavily modified for power higher than the average blaster pistol, though not heavy, exceptional range and accuracy, and decreased flash and sound, though one trait is the most useful above the others: the energy cell self-recharges, and allows for up to fifteen shots in rapid succession, with a recharge rate of five shots per three seconds. The pistol is part of a scrapped project for the Republic military by Czerka to make a new standard-issue side-arm; the project was abandoned, even though the pistol turned out better than expected, due to exceedingly high cost per unit. There were only five known prototypes, with the two in Nazante’s possession after stealing them, and the other three in the hands of a sith weaponsmith, who also gave up the project.
1x sith Special Forces Combat Knife – Nine inch matte-black blade
Ship: Kuat Drive Yards Wayfarer-Class Transport, Hierophant. The ship was a custom-requisition by Vos, built as a unique ship by KDY for a hefty price. The ship bears resemblance to a Corona-class transport, though wider and longer, featuring a hull comparable to a high-class cutter and a shield system comparable to a high-class barge shield. The hull is a dark gray, with no markings.
Length: 41.2 meters
Maximum speed (atmosphere): 950 km/h
Hyperdrive rating: Class 1, Backup Class 8
Shielding: 480SBD
Hull: 320RU
Armament: Heavy repeating blaster cannons (2, chin position), Proton torpedo launcher (1, ventral turret, eight torpedoes), Ion-cannon (1, dorsal turret)
Crew: 2 (pilot, navigator/co-pilot)
Minimum crew: 1 (Plus one astromech)
Passengers: 8
Cargo capacity: 10 metric tons
Consumables: 4 weeks
Other systems: 2 escape pods (up to four occupants each)
Sample RP:
Four human guards...one protocol droid...an impressive security system...one main entry, with difficult access to useful infiltration points...hmm...could get a little interesting.
Across the fairly unused hover-lane from the relatively small, but luxuriously furnished penthouse sat a two-seat hovercar, on a small pad that was suspiciously unlit, built for speed. Or more specifically, built to outrun CSF speeders. Underneath it say a blanket or tarp of some sort. If one looked closely enough, they might have seen the pair of binocular lenses sticking out from underneath. They had been sitting there for roughly six hours, since before the sun had gone down. Watching. Waiting.
Eventually, the cover moved, and a figure rose from underneath, hidden in the darkness. The figure produced a large pistol of some sort and fired at the peak of the penthouse. Rather than a bolt being produced, a small grapple-device trailed by a Fibercord line was silently fired. It struck on the base of a small comm' dish. Two minutes later, the figure was standing on the roof of the penthouse. He opened a port on the side of the dish's base, plugged in a datapad. Then every light in the penthouse went dark, and the figure dropped through a small maintenence shaft. Four minutes later, after three blaster shots and the dull whumpf of a concussion grenade, the figure came back out through the shaft, climbed back across the Fibercord line, taking it with him, and took off in the hovercar.
-----
"You look like you've had a rough morning, Captain." The SSF officer said as the Captain strode by him in the SSF headquarters on Muunilist twelve hours later. The captain shrugged.
"Just another day at the office, Foy." 'Kormann' replied tiredly. "Just another day at the office."
