Post by garrett on Jun 30, 2011 11:44:42 GMT -5
"The War for the heart is greater than any other..."
Faction:Galactic Republic
Department:Navy
Rank:Commander
Name:Garrett Sloan
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 196 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Birth place: Edethor, Rendili (Capital City)
Appearance: Garrett likes to keep himself in shape, though the life of a career military man is seldom easy to set a schedule by sometimes. He works out when he can and is muscular, but not overly so. He has brown hair that he keeps trimmed close, and pale blue eyes that spark with electricity (figuratively) when he is angry. The only tattoo he has is of a Rancor on his left shoulder from his days in Rancor Squad (more on that in the bio). His most prominent facial feature is his jaw, which looks to be chiseled from stone. Other than that, Garrett is of average height and weight and is usually seen wearing an olive green day uniform with his pistols at either side. When off duty, he wears worn green military pants and a gray/black tanktop. Around his neck is a pendant that has a holo of his parents (deceased) and his sister, Shalla.
Personality: Garrett has been brought up in a long time of military officers. From a young age, he was raised to continue the selfless acts of his ancestors in battle. Through years of training, both from his relatives and the Military Academy, he has grown into a fierce competitor, who is serious, gritty, and brave. The only non military person in his life was his mother, who always took the time to show him that even though he was a weapon of war, he had obligations to helping those less fortunate. This has also given him the propensity for good in the face of evil. Currently there is a war going on in Garrett’s personality, caused by his sisters betrayal (more in the bio). Now, his normally stoic military manner is at war with the love of family. He is guarding what he sees as a terrible secret and it has started to cause him to lash out verbally at crewmembers who disappoint him. In private, he gives in to moments of rage, smashing anything he can get his hands on.
Skills:
Dual fire – Garrett has learned to use both hands in shooting weapons. As such he can aim two different blasters at different targets and usually hit both. .
Grit – Garrett has the ability to look down the barrel of a loaded turbolaser and not blink. He has spent his life coming under fire. As such, it does not bother him.
Inspiration – Related to Grit, Garrett has the ability to inspire those that he commands to higher levels of bravery and efficiency.
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +4
Bio: Garrett was born in Edethor, the capital city of the planet Rendili in 3638 BBY. His parents were Vice Admiral Eggrin Sloan, a commanding officer of the Rendili Home Defense Fleet, and Clara Sloan, a nurse at the local children’s hospital. Early on, Garrett was introduced to the long lineage of military officers who had served faithfully in either the Rendili Home Defense Force, or in the Galactic Republic Military. One of his first memories was when he was 5 and at the coronation of his father to receiving his own command. He was amazed at the pomp and splendor and the colorful badges on his father’s uniform. He also felt pride in his father as he was honored. Deep down, he knew that he would follow in his father’s footsteps.
When Garrett was six, his parents had their other child… his sister, Shalla Sloan. She was a tomboy from the start and always tried to follow Garrett around. Garrett didn’t mind though, he had been taught that the only thing more important than duty was family. They played together most days with Garrett building models and running in the yard, and Shalla either crawling all over him or sitting in a swing. Garrett would race between the arcs of the swing, barely missing it by inches just to make Shalla laugh.
At the age of seven, Garrett went to primary school where he made new friends his own age… the foremost of the were Anson and Jax. Anson and Jax were brothers who lived in the next neighborhood and were his age. Soon, the three were inseparable, climbing trees and slogging through mud, on “commando raids”. School came easy for Garrett and he felt the need to excel. Disappointment was something that he didn’t deal with very well, and in his family, you just didn’t disappoint your parents… you disappointed the entire legacy of your family’s line.
As he progress in school, his parents moved him out of the ordinary school and place him in a private school for the children of military officers. The teachings were the same, but there was more of an emphasis on military tactics, history and combat. At first Garrett was sad to leave his friends behind, but the first day he was relieved to see that Anson and Jax were there as well.
By now Shalla was in school as well and she would always tag along after Garrett. By now, though, he was embarrassed to have his little sister around so he would ditch her to hang out with her friends.
Looking back, at this point, he realized that this shaped his sister’s personality and it eats at him.
Sports were one way that the school trained and conditioned the students. Everything was organized around team events… teaching the younglings to work together as a team, but yet it still pushed them to compete with each other. Garrett was strong and smart, but not very fast. As such, he was teased and called the tank. Anson and Jax were fast, but not very strong. Garrett learned to use his mind to outsmart his opponents.
At this time, Shalla was also showing an interest in sports. By now, at the age of 10, she had developed her own friends. Most of them were guys of her own age and that infuriated Garrett who thought that she should have friends that were girls, not guys.
During his time at the private school, Garrett set 2 sport records in Shockball… one for scoring and the other for most penalties. He thought that both would stand for years. When he graduated from the private school, he went straight into the Republic Military Academy, which supplied some of the best officers to both Rendili and to the Republic. It was here that he learned, to his dismay, that both records were broken the next year by his little sister. This angered and embarrassed him more.
Just two hears from graduating, tragedy struck the Sloan Family. His mother died in a hover accident, leaving the heart of the family ripped out. While it was tragic in the extreme, it did bring Shalla and Garrett closer together. They made amends and soon, Garrett was viewing her achievements as successes for the family. They didn't see their father very much after that as his duty took him farther and farther away. Garrett had a sneaking suspicion that he was also too heartbroken about his lost to confront his family.
As Garrett was graduating from the Military Academy, his sister was entering it. Unlike him, though, she had no dreams of being an officer. In fact, she was more interested in the Army, opting for commando training instead of officer training. Garrett was happy for her that she had chosen her own path. They parted paths, knowing that they would have the breaks to meet back up and talk about their lives.
In the galaxy at this time, there was no active war... just skirmishes that were part and parcle of the Cold War that was going on between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire.
By now, Jax had already opted for Fighter Pilot Training and Anson, who was always more physical, decided to join the Republic Guards and moved away to Coruscant. This left Garrett with just his duty in the military and the occasional holo chats with his sister.
The next few years were a whirlwind of training and conditioning. Garrett's day consisted of getting up at 0500 hours to do basic PT for 2 hours and then on to what he called the "Spec" class... a 3 hour intense study of the different warships that were currently being used by the Republic, the Sith, pirates, and maruaders. A small break followed with a two hour tactics class on how to fight with one ship. Lunch was an hour followed by another PT training, this one for only 90 minutes. The day finished off with a 3 hour fleet strategy class followed by a 90 minute theoretical discussion of new ideas and strategy.
This put their learning time ending around 1900 hours, but that didn't end their day. They would spend the next 4 hours on a ship of the fleet at various stations, understanding how a crew was suppose to run seamlessly. By the time Garrett got back to his room and ate, he would have just enough time to finish his studies and sleep before doing it all again.
Finally, in 3615, Garrett graduated from Officer's Training as an Ensign. It was the proudest day of his life. His father, still a Vice Admiral, spoke at the event, and actually handed out the certificates to the graduating class. His sister and uncles were also in attendance.
Initially Garrett was assigned to a Thranta-class Republic Corvette named the Guardian as a communication's officer. For the next two years, he worked as hard as he could, never taking a promotion or achievement for granted. He was soon promoted to the rank of Lieutenant and was given command of all communications officers on the Guardian. While that was only 3 other officers, it was a chance to show his command skills. He was impeccable in his running of the department and under him, the communications officers became skilled at their duty.
It was another 2 years on the Guardian and then he was transferred to a Hammerhead class Cruiser named the Resolute. This ship was assigned to the Rendili Defense Fleet and it allowed him to be home for Shalla's graduation. He was just as proud of her as anyone could be. Rarely did a woman make it into the commandos and not only did she make, it but she excelled at it.
On the Resolute, life was a bit different. The ship was bigger, so the departments were larger as well. The Resolute was tasked with pirate interdiction and deep space patrol. It was then that Garrett knew why he never saw his father. He felt the allure of space... going boldly where no man had gone before. His dad had talked to him about it at his graduation, but until he experienced it first hand, he could only nod. The running joke in his family for generations were that they were part Duros... at a certain age, the Sloan men just had to run for the stars.
Life on the Resolute gave him a new routine, but he found the challenges just pushed him to do better. Though he was just a Lieutenant, he was a member of the bridge crew, running a group of lower ranked officers on the communications and sensors arrays. Granted it was third shift, and a time when the Captain was usually off duty, but it gave him a chance to show his command abilities. Soon his progress reports were showing his group to be timely, efficient and most important, creative in their solutions to unexpected situations.
That was of great use on night duty in 3610. The Resolute was jumped by a small fleet of pirates. Normally it wouldn't have been too great of a threat, but at this time the fighters that the Resolute carried were off on a recon mission, so the ship had no fighter cover. The first attack was directly on the bridge. It killed the commanding officer of the shift and damaged the turbolifts so that anyone coming to or leaving the bridge had to do it by access tunnels.
Realizing that he was the ranking officer on the bridge, Garrett took command and issued orders. First he ordered the shields to be brought up and then began to give out firing solutions. At first the crew was timid... they had never been in this danger before. Garrett had to show them that they could do it. He had them target the weakest ship and open fire, concentrating their turbolasers on it. It was a transport ship that was heading toward their starboard docking port. It blew in a matter of minutes. The crew cheered, but Garrett calmed them down and issued more orders. Slowly the crew began to attack, taking the battle to the pirates. Their ship was still rocked by incoming fire, but by taking out the smaller ships first, they were able to fight the main ship to a standstill.
The last pirate ship began to turn to leave so Garrett ordered the Resolute in front of it, always maneuvering to keep in front of it. By now, the squadron of Aureck fighters had returned and they pounced on the ship. The pirates quickly surrendered.
Captain Revis finally made it to the bridge and ordered the Resolute back to Rendili for repairs. He was impressed by the demeanor of Garrett and promoted him to 2nd officer. Now he would be in charge of Third Shift.
Garrett spent another 2 years as 2nd officer to Captain Revis on the Resolute. They excelled at ambushing pirates and only a few times did they ever encounter Sith ships. Most of that was standing off to see who would blink, but a few of them actually had shots that were fired. A brief and usually wasteful skirmish ensued before the ships broke off.
By now, Garrett was ready for a larger mission, so he left the Rendili Home Defense Force and submitted his application to the Galactic Republic Military forces. While the application languished in red tape, he decided to spend some time with his sister. He used his connections to get assigned to her squad for three months.
During this time, he trained as a commando and learned very quickly how to draw down his blaster. Challenging himself, he worked on his off hand. Anytime he was offduty, he was practicing with his weapons.
And he got good at it.
Finally, two weeks before his application to the Republic military was approved, he recieved the go ahead to join his sister's squad on a mission. It was to infiltrate a drug lord's base and destroy his network. Garrett didn't rate as a specialist, so he was given a blaster and a rifle to support the team.
It started off according to plans, but as soon as they planted the charges in the drug lord's warehouse, it all went to Sithspit.
Some of the guards charged them, firing their weapons and setting off the alarm. Three of the squad members were killed in a deadly crossfire. Garrett killed four of the guards and then pressed the button, setting off the explosives that they placed around the drugs. Shalla tried to save one of her squad mates, but Garrett pulled her out with him before the building fell down, killing anyone inside.
The mission was labeled a success, but Shalla never spoke to Garrett again. Garrett tried to explain why he did what he did, but she wouldn't listen. She left Rendili, leaving behind her career and her family.
That left Garrett alone and dejected. The only thing going was that his transfer to the Republic Military.
Once there, his life was busy, which took his attention away from the whereabouts of his sister. He was brought on as a Lieutenant and assign to the 4th Fleet's Command ship, the Republic Might as a 2nd officer. Ranking wise, it was a latteral move, but he knew that he would move up quickly. By now, it was 3606 and he was 30 years old. With nothing else to do, he threw his life into the military.
Again most of his missions were pirate skirmishes and cold war standoffs.
It only took him 3 years, but he finally achieved his goal... his first command. It was an older cruiser that went by the name Adarga. It had just been refitted and resupplied when it's CO died of a heart attack. Jumping at the chance, Garrett applied and was accepted.
It seemed like the galaxy turned on it head as soon as he took command. The Sith and the Mandalorians pushed for the upheaval of the galaxy, trying to claim planets that were once belonging to the Republic. The Adarga was assigned to a Response Fleet that was set up to deal with the lightning fast attacks. He participated in the Ambush at Raltiir and helped to cover the Retreat at Telos. He has been wounded once in the line of battle when a console exploded behind him, showering him with superheated metal that burned through his uniform.
He overcame all of that to find out the worst news he thought he could get...
His sister was alive... and had joined the Sith. Now, as a Commander in the Galactic Republic, he as fighting against the enemies of the government and the betrayal he felt from his sister.
(Garrett and Shalla on that fateful mission)
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
The ship shook again as heavy turbolaser fire slammed into its sheilds. They held, but Commander Sloan knew that it would only be temporary. They were just taking too much damage.
"Helm, roll us on our back. Get out good shields between us and them."
Helm complied not worrying about the protocol of saying yes sir. The ship shook again as another barrage of laser fire hit the Adarga. Most of it was stopped by the shields, but as the ship flipped over, the dorsal shields failed… the last shots being soaked up by the armored hull. Sloan felt the thuds as the strikes ripped through the hull plating.
This mission was falling into Sithspit really quick. This was supposed to be a milk run of sorts. The Adarga was supposed to escort a convoy of military supplies and troops from Coruscant to one of their bases out near Tanaab. They picked up the convoy of 3 bulk freighters and 2 troop transports at the edge of the system and jumped together. The first leg was uneventful, so Sloan had drilled his people during that time… keeping them alert and ready.
As they came out of hyperspace, the galaxy went to hell. A Sith taskforce was waiting for them, weapons armed and ready. There was no warning, no issue of a surrender… just a bloodbath. Sloan had ordered the Adarga forward into the fray while the freighters scattered but the attack was too swift. Two of the freighters had died in the first few minutes and the other one was snapped in half when two of the Sith Warships targeted its middle. Knowing that the battle was lost before it began, Sloan was fighting a delaying retreat so that the troop transports to jump out. They had already turned about and were making a run away from the battle, but they were slow.
The Adarga then became the target of the battle with multiple warships attacking it. Though the Sith ships were smaller, they outnumbered the Republic ships.
Sloan was furious. Someone must have betrayed them back on Coruscant. Only a handful of people knew their destination and three of them were already dead. He had just given the location to all the Captains right before the jump. Someone was going to pay for this.
As the ship rolled, flipping the battlefield, Sloan wondered if his sister was on any of those ships. He was filled with a grief that he had to push to the back of his mind. She was one person… he had over 2000 that needed to protect now.
“Comm, how soon until the transports are away?”
“The Victor is making its run to lightspeed, but the Albatross is having trouble with it hyperdrive. They said it would be three minutes.”
Three minutes… 180 seconds. In a battle that could be a lifetime.
“Helm, bring us in on top of the Albatross. Protect her at all costs.”
Lieutenant Bortras stepped in. He was Sloan’s XO and a personal friend. “Sir”, he said in a low respectful voice, “if we remain here much longer, than we risk being destroyed.”
Anger flashed in Sloan’s eyes. He jabbed a finger towards the viewport where the battle was still raging. “We have 750 troops on that stricken ship. I will not give up on them. We will take what damage we can to give them the time to get away.”
As if to prove a point, another barrage of turbolaser fire slammed into the Adarga. Gravity generators were unable to control the effects and the officers standing on the bridge were thrown around. Sloan grabbed the railing and managed to hold himself up. He also put out an arm that kept Bortras from flying over the edge into the crewing pit.
“Sir!, We’ve lost our ventral shields. We have damage on decks 9, 12, and 17 along the forward bow. We’ve lost gun station 2 and 5 along our port ridgeline.”
Sloan swore. “All power to the shields and engines. Drain it from the weapons if you need to. Only fire our missiles. Concentrate on that small ship off our bow and fire! Give those bastards something to thing about!”
The gunnery officer nodded and signaled his gunners. Within seconds, 5 torpedoes struck out from the Adarga and slammed into the closest ship. It exploded in a ball of fire. The rest of the Sith ships pressed the attack. Sloan watched as the shields on the Dorsal side dropped, leaving the ship bare of its protection. Laser blast after laser blast began to tear through the hull of the Adarga, turning what was one a pristine cruiser into a blackened hull.
Sloan looked at the counter. They still have 53 seconds. Come on, get that fracking hyperdrive going, he thought.
Another blast slammed into the bridge, the viewport blew inward, melted by the heat of the blast. Immediately, it congealed by the coldness of deep space. The blast shield began to come down, but not before the suction pulled 5 bridge officers to their death. Sloan threw himself on the ground and grabbed the railing again. He looked over to see Bortras barely hanging on. He reached out to save him but Bortras was too far away. With his arm stretched out, and a growing look of despair on his face, Bortras was sucked out to his death. Seconds after he was gone the shield closed down.
“Damage Report, NOW!”
“Sir, we lost our shield generators and our thrusters. Weapons are offline and our long range scanners are knocked out.”
Just then, Sloan saw a flash of pseudo-light as the Albatross jumped to hyperspace. They were 15 seconds early.
“HELM GET US OUT OF HERE!”
“Already jumping sir!” said the helm as the stars were drawn into lines of hyperspace. That was what Sloan liked about this crew. They didn’t always have to wait for orders.
The Adarga and the troop transports were safe now. Though the battle had been a resounded defeat, Sloan had been able to save the troops on those two ships.
At least that was something.
Faction:Galactic Republic
Department:Navy
Rank:Commander
Name:Garrett Sloan
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 196 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Birth place: Edethor, Rendili (Capital City)
Appearance: Garrett likes to keep himself in shape, though the life of a career military man is seldom easy to set a schedule by sometimes. He works out when he can and is muscular, but not overly so. He has brown hair that he keeps trimmed close, and pale blue eyes that spark with electricity (figuratively) when he is angry. The only tattoo he has is of a Rancor on his left shoulder from his days in Rancor Squad (more on that in the bio). His most prominent facial feature is his jaw, which looks to be chiseled from stone. Other than that, Garrett is of average height and weight and is usually seen wearing an olive green day uniform with his pistols at either side. When off duty, he wears worn green military pants and a gray/black tanktop. Around his neck is a pendant that has a holo of his parents (deceased) and his sister, Shalla.
Personality: Garrett has been brought up in a long time of military officers. From a young age, he was raised to continue the selfless acts of his ancestors in battle. Through years of training, both from his relatives and the Military Academy, he has grown into a fierce competitor, who is serious, gritty, and brave. The only non military person in his life was his mother, who always took the time to show him that even though he was a weapon of war, he had obligations to helping those less fortunate. This has also given him the propensity for good in the face of evil. Currently there is a war going on in Garrett’s personality, caused by his sisters betrayal (more in the bio). Now, his normally stoic military manner is at war with the love of family. He is guarding what he sees as a terrible secret and it has started to cause him to lash out verbally at crewmembers who disappoint him. In private, he gives in to moments of rage, smashing anything he can get his hands on.
Skills:
Dual fire – Garrett has learned to use both hands in shooting weapons. As such he can aim two different blasters at different targets and usually hit both. .
Grit – Garrett has the ability to look down the barrel of a loaded turbolaser and not blink. He has spent his life coming under fire. As such, it does not bother him.
Inspiration – Related to Grit, Garrett has the ability to inspire those that he commands to higher levels of bravery and efficiency.
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 8
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 7
Alignment: +4
Bio: Garrett was born in Edethor, the capital city of the planet Rendili in 3638 BBY. His parents were Vice Admiral Eggrin Sloan, a commanding officer of the Rendili Home Defense Fleet, and Clara Sloan, a nurse at the local children’s hospital. Early on, Garrett was introduced to the long lineage of military officers who had served faithfully in either the Rendili Home Defense Force, or in the Galactic Republic Military. One of his first memories was when he was 5 and at the coronation of his father to receiving his own command. He was amazed at the pomp and splendor and the colorful badges on his father’s uniform. He also felt pride in his father as he was honored. Deep down, he knew that he would follow in his father’s footsteps.
When Garrett was six, his parents had their other child… his sister, Shalla Sloan. She was a tomboy from the start and always tried to follow Garrett around. Garrett didn’t mind though, he had been taught that the only thing more important than duty was family. They played together most days with Garrett building models and running in the yard, and Shalla either crawling all over him or sitting in a swing. Garrett would race between the arcs of the swing, barely missing it by inches just to make Shalla laugh.
At the age of seven, Garrett went to primary school where he made new friends his own age… the foremost of the were Anson and Jax. Anson and Jax were brothers who lived in the next neighborhood and were his age. Soon, the three were inseparable, climbing trees and slogging through mud, on “commando raids”. School came easy for Garrett and he felt the need to excel. Disappointment was something that he didn’t deal with very well, and in his family, you just didn’t disappoint your parents… you disappointed the entire legacy of your family’s line.
As he progress in school, his parents moved him out of the ordinary school and place him in a private school for the children of military officers. The teachings were the same, but there was more of an emphasis on military tactics, history and combat. At first Garrett was sad to leave his friends behind, but the first day he was relieved to see that Anson and Jax were there as well.
By now Shalla was in school as well and she would always tag along after Garrett. By now, though, he was embarrassed to have his little sister around so he would ditch her to hang out with her friends.
Looking back, at this point, he realized that this shaped his sister’s personality and it eats at him.
Sports were one way that the school trained and conditioned the students. Everything was organized around team events… teaching the younglings to work together as a team, but yet it still pushed them to compete with each other. Garrett was strong and smart, but not very fast. As such, he was teased and called the tank. Anson and Jax were fast, but not very strong. Garrett learned to use his mind to outsmart his opponents.
At this time, Shalla was also showing an interest in sports. By now, at the age of 10, she had developed her own friends. Most of them were guys of her own age and that infuriated Garrett who thought that she should have friends that were girls, not guys.
During his time at the private school, Garrett set 2 sport records in Shockball… one for scoring and the other for most penalties. He thought that both would stand for years. When he graduated from the private school, he went straight into the Republic Military Academy, which supplied some of the best officers to both Rendili and to the Republic. It was here that he learned, to his dismay, that both records were broken the next year by his little sister. This angered and embarrassed him more.
Just two hears from graduating, tragedy struck the Sloan Family. His mother died in a hover accident, leaving the heart of the family ripped out. While it was tragic in the extreme, it did bring Shalla and Garrett closer together. They made amends and soon, Garrett was viewing her achievements as successes for the family. They didn't see their father very much after that as his duty took him farther and farther away. Garrett had a sneaking suspicion that he was also too heartbroken about his lost to confront his family.
As Garrett was graduating from the Military Academy, his sister was entering it. Unlike him, though, she had no dreams of being an officer. In fact, she was more interested in the Army, opting for commando training instead of officer training. Garrett was happy for her that she had chosen her own path. They parted paths, knowing that they would have the breaks to meet back up and talk about their lives.
In the galaxy at this time, there was no active war... just skirmishes that were part and parcle of the Cold War that was going on between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire.
By now, Jax had already opted for Fighter Pilot Training and Anson, who was always more physical, decided to join the Republic Guards and moved away to Coruscant. This left Garrett with just his duty in the military and the occasional holo chats with his sister.
The next few years were a whirlwind of training and conditioning. Garrett's day consisted of getting up at 0500 hours to do basic PT for 2 hours and then on to what he called the "Spec" class... a 3 hour intense study of the different warships that were currently being used by the Republic, the Sith, pirates, and maruaders. A small break followed with a two hour tactics class on how to fight with one ship. Lunch was an hour followed by another PT training, this one for only 90 minutes. The day finished off with a 3 hour fleet strategy class followed by a 90 minute theoretical discussion of new ideas and strategy.
This put their learning time ending around 1900 hours, but that didn't end their day. They would spend the next 4 hours on a ship of the fleet at various stations, understanding how a crew was suppose to run seamlessly. By the time Garrett got back to his room and ate, he would have just enough time to finish his studies and sleep before doing it all again.
Finally, in 3615, Garrett graduated from Officer's Training as an Ensign. It was the proudest day of his life. His father, still a Vice Admiral, spoke at the event, and actually handed out the certificates to the graduating class. His sister and uncles were also in attendance.
Initially Garrett was assigned to a Thranta-class Republic Corvette named the Guardian as a communication's officer. For the next two years, he worked as hard as he could, never taking a promotion or achievement for granted. He was soon promoted to the rank of Lieutenant and was given command of all communications officers on the Guardian. While that was only 3 other officers, it was a chance to show his command skills. He was impeccable in his running of the department and under him, the communications officers became skilled at their duty.
It was another 2 years on the Guardian and then he was transferred to a Hammerhead class Cruiser named the Resolute. This ship was assigned to the Rendili Defense Fleet and it allowed him to be home for Shalla's graduation. He was just as proud of her as anyone could be. Rarely did a woman make it into the commandos and not only did she make, it but she excelled at it.
On the Resolute, life was a bit different. The ship was bigger, so the departments were larger as well. The Resolute was tasked with pirate interdiction and deep space patrol. It was then that Garrett knew why he never saw his father. He felt the allure of space... going boldly where no man had gone before. His dad had talked to him about it at his graduation, but until he experienced it first hand, he could only nod. The running joke in his family for generations were that they were part Duros... at a certain age, the Sloan men just had to run for the stars.
Life on the Resolute gave him a new routine, but he found the challenges just pushed him to do better. Though he was just a Lieutenant, he was a member of the bridge crew, running a group of lower ranked officers on the communications and sensors arrays. Granted it was third shift, and a time when the Captain was usually off duty, but it gave him a chance to show his command abilities. Soon his progress reports were showing his group to be timely, efficient and most important, creative in their solutions to unexpected situations.
That was of great use on night duty in 3610. The Resolute was jumped by a small fleet of pirates. Normally it wouldn't have been too great of a threat, but at this time the fighters that the Resolute carried were off on a recon mission, so the ship had no fighter cover. The first attack was directly on the bridge. It killed the commanding officer of the shift and damaged the turbolifts so that anyone coming to or leaving the bridge had to do it by access tunnels.
Realizing that he was the ranking officer on the bridge, Garrett took command and issued orders. First he ordered the shields to be brought up and then began to give out firing solutions. At first the crew was timid... they had never been in this danger before. Garrett had to show them that they could do it. He had them target the weakest ship and open fire, concentrating their turbolasers on it. It was a transport ship that was heading toward their starboard docking port. It blew in a matter of minutes. The crew cheered, but Garrett calmed them down and issued more orders. Slowly the crew began to attack, taking the battle to the pirates. Their ship was still rocked by incoming fire, but by taking out the smaller ships first, they were able to fight the main ship to a standstill.
The last pirate ship began to turn to leave so Garrett ordered the Resolute in front of it, always maneuvering to keep in front of it. By now, the squadron of Aureck fighters had returned and they pounced on the ship. The pirates quickly surrendered.
Captain Revis finally made it to the bridge and ordered the Resolute back to Rendili for repairs. He was impressed by the demeanor of Garrett and promoted him to 2nd officer. Now he would be in charge of Third Shift.
Garrett spent another 2 years as 2nd officer to Captain Revis on the Resolute. They excelled at ambushing pirates and only a few times did they ever encounter Sith ships. Most of that was standing off to see who would blink, but a few of them actually had shots that were fired. A brief and usually wasteful skirmish ensued before the ships broke off.
By now, Garrett was ready for a larger mission, so he left the Rendili Home Defense Force and submitted his application to the Galactic Republic Military forces. While the application languished in red tape, he decided to spend some time with his sister. He used his connections to get assigned to her squad for three months.
During this time, he trained as a commando and learned very quickly how to draw down his blaster. Challenging himself, he worked on his off hand. Anytime he was offduty, he was practicing with his weapons.
And he got good at it.
Finally, two weeks before his application to the Republic military was approved, he recieved the go ahead to join his sister's squad on a mission. It was to infiltrate a drug lord's base and destroy his network. Garrett didn't rate as a specialist, so he was given a blaster and a rifle to support the team.
It started off according to plans, but as soon as they planted the charges in the drug lord's warehouse, it all went to Sithspit.
Some of the guards charged them, firing their weapons and setting off the alarm. Three of the squad members were killed in a deadly crossfire. Garrett killed four of the guards and then pressed the button, setting off the explosives that they placed around the drugs. Shalla tried to save one of her squad mates, but Garrett pulled her out with him before the building fell down, killing anyone inside.
The mission was labeled a success, but Shalla never spoke to Garrett again. Garrett tried to explain why he did what he did, but she wouldn't listen. She left Rendili, leaving behind her career and her family.
That left Garrett alone and dejected. The only thing going was that his transfer to the Republic Military.
Once there, his life was busy, which took his attention away from the whereabouts of his sister. He was brought on as a Lieutenant and assign to the 4th Fleet's Command ship, the Republic Might as a 2nd officer. Ranking wise, it was a latteral move, but he knew that he would move up quickly. By now, it was 3606 and he was 30 years old. With nothing else to do, he threw his life into the military.
Again most of his missions were pirate skirmishes and cold war standoffs.
It only took him 3 years, but he finally achieved his goal... his first command. It was an older cruiser that went by the name Adarga. It had just been refitted and resupplied when it's CO died of a heart attack. Jumping at the chance, Garrett applied and was accepted.
It seemed like the galaxy turned on it head as soon as he took command. The Sith and the Mandalorians pushed for the upheaval of the galaxy, trying to claim planets that were once belonging to the Republic. The Adarga was assigned to a Response Fleet that was set up to deal with the lightning fast attacks. He participated in the Ambush at Raltiir and helped to cover the Retreat at Telos. He has been wounded once in the line of battle when a console exploded behind him, showering him with superheated metal that burned through his uniform.
He overcame all of that to find out the worst news he thought he could get...
His sister was alive... and had joined the Sith. Now, as a Commander in the Galactic Republic, he as fighting against the enemies of the government and the betrayal he felt from his sister.
(Garrett and Shalla on that fateful mission)
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
The ship shook again as heavy turbolaser fire slammed into its sheilds. They held, but Commander Sloan knew that it would only be temporary. They were just taking too much damage.
"Helm, roll us on our back. Get out good shields between us and them."
Helm complied not worrying about the protocol of saying yes sir. The ship shook again as another barrage of laser fire hit the Adarga. Most of it was stopped by the shields, but as the ship flipped over, the dorsal shields failed… the last shots being soaked up by the armored hull. Sloan felt the thuds as the strikes ripped through the hull plating.
This mission was falling into Sithspit really quick. This was supposed to be a milk run of sorts. The Adarga was supposed to escort a convoy of military supplies and troops from Coruscant to one of their bases out near Tanaab. They picked up the convoy of 3 bulk freighters and 2 troop transports at the edge of the system and jumped together. The first leg was uneventful, so Sloan had drilled his people during that time… keeping them alert and ready.
As they came out of hyperspace, the galaxy went to hell. A Sith taskforce was waiting for them, weapons armed and ready. There was no warning, no issue of a surrender… just a bloodbath. Sloan had ordered the Adarga forward into the fray while the freighters scattered but the attack was too swift. Two of the freighters had died in the first few minutes and the other one was snapped in half when two of the Sith Warships targeted its middle. Knowing that the battle was lost before it began, Sloan was fighting a delaying retreat so that the troop transports to jump out. They had already turned about and were making a run away from the battle, but they were slow.
The Adarga then became the target of the battle with multiple warships attacking it. Though the Sith ships were smaller, they outnumbered the Republic ships.
Sloan was furious. Someone must have betrayed them back on Coruscant. Only a handful of people knew their destination and three of them were already dead. He had just given the location to all the Captains right before the jump. Someone was going to pay for this.
As the ship rolled, flipping the battlefield, Sloan wondered if his sister was on any of those ships. He was filled with a grief that he had to push to the back of his mind. She was one person… he had over 2000 that needed to protect now.
“Comm, how soon until the transports are away?”
“The Victor is making its run to lightspeed, but the Albatross is having trouble with it hyperdrive. They said it would be three minutes.”
Three minutes… 180 seconds. In a battle that could be a lifetime.
“Helm, bring us in on top of the Albatross. Protect her at all costs.”
Lieutenant Bortras stepped in. He was Sloan’s XO and a personal friend. “Sir”, he said in a low respectful voice, “if we remain here much longer, than we risk being destroyed.”
Anger flashed in Sloan’s eyes. He jabbed a finger towards the viewport where the battle was still raging. “We have 750 troops on that stricken ship. I will not give up on them. We will take what damage we can to give them the time to get away.”
As if to prove a point, another barrage of turbolaser fire slammed into the Adarga. Gravity generators were unable to control the effects and the officers standing on the bridge were thrown around. Sloan grabbed the railing and managed to hold himself up. He also put out an arm that kept Bortras from flying over the edge into the crewing pit.
“Sir!, We’ve lost our ventral shields. We have damage on decks 9, 12, and 17 along the forward bow. We’ve lost gun station 2 and 5 along our port ridgeline.”
Sloan swore. “All power to the shields and engines. Drain it from the weapons if you need to. Only fire our missiles. Concentrate on that small ship off our bow and fire! Give those bastards something to thing about!”
The gunnery officer nodded and signaled his gunners. Within seconds, 5 torpedoes struck out from the Adarga and slammed into the closest ship. It exploded in a ball of fire. The rest of the Sith ships pressed the attack. Sloan watched as the shields on the Dorsal side dropped, leaving the ship bare of its protection. Laser blast after laser blast began to tear through the hull of the Adarga, turning what was one a pristine cruiser into a blackened hull.
Sloan looked at the counter. They still have 53 seconds. Come on, get that fracking hyperdrive going, he thought.
Another blast slammed into the bridge, the viewport blew inward, melted by the heat of the blast. Immediately, it congealed by the coldness of deep space. The blast shield began to come down, but not before the suction pulled 5 bridge officers to their death. Sloan threw himself on the ground and grabbed the railing again. He looked over to see Bortras barely hanging on. He reached out to save him but Bortras was too far away. With his arm stretched out, and a growing look of despair on his face, Bortras was sucked out to his death. Seconds after he was gone the shield closed down.
“Damage Report, NOW!”
“Sir, we lost our shield generators and our thrusters. Weapons are offline and our long range scanners are knocked out.”
Just then, Sloan saw a flash of pseudo-light as the Albatross jumped to hyperspace. They were 15 seconds early.
“HELM GET US OUT OF HERE!”
“Already jumping sir!” said the helm as the stars were drawn into lines of hyperspace. That was what Sloan liked about this crew. They didn’t always have to wait for orders.
The Adarga and the troop transports were safe now. Though the battle had been a resounded defeat, Sloan had been able to save the troops on those two ships.
At least that was something.
