Post by Jerek on Nov 28, 2008 0:10:23 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: Navy
Rank: Admiral
Name: Bishop Pallieon
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 130lbs
Appearance: His black hair is cut short, in a navy/military style. His face is slightly pointed. His eyes are a crisp brown color. He's usually seen in his Admiral's uniform, with black boots. And a blaster pistol strapped to his right thigh, within quick reach.
Birth place: Dantooine
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +5
Bio: Pallieon’s whole childhood and Naval career flashed before his eyes suddenly. He remembered it all so vividly…
There he was again, standing beside his mother, Jesse Harne Pallieon. Bishop was only five. The men in black suits came up to them, as Bishop and Jesse stood outside their home on Dantooine, looking up at the sky, wondering where Bishop’s father, Sergeant Pallieon, was. The men spoke in a gravelly voice. They told them Bishop’s father had died in an explosion. His ship had been attacked and destroyed by the Sith Military. Bishop couldn’t believe it. Tears leaked from his eyes, slowly turning into rivers down his face. He dropped to his knees, whimpering. His mother merely picked him up and took him inside, tears already falling from her face as well. She told him to be strong, that it was okay.
Well, Bishop was strong, making a promise from that day on to join the Republic Military and become an Admiral on the front lines. He would become a strong man, an intelligent man. He would carry on his father’s dream. Bishop just waited for the day he would be able to leave Dantooine. He wished it for twelve years straight, until he was seventeen, when he was finally old enough. His mother had tears in her eyes when he left. He was sorry to leave her there alone on Dantooine, but it was something he had to do. He left on a bought starship, which he sold on Coruscant. After selling his ship, Bishop gathered his things and made his way to the Navy recruitment offices. He spoke to the man in charge, saying he wanted to become an Admiral one day. He went into Officer’s Training so he could actually start out as an officer instead of a recruit.
Bishop was so dedicated that he studied and studied. He also trained an awful lot. He wanted so badly to become an Admiral. Although he struggled at first, after a few years, at the age of nineteen, he was pronounced an Ensign and put under the leadership of a leading Admiral. His name was Gror Feato. From the first moment Bishop set foot on the ship, he knew it wouldn't be anything like the simulations.
After a year as an Ensign on the ship, he was put into his first space battle. He jumped into his designated starfighter and launched. He engaged the closest starfighter and began his career in the Republic Navy. He swerved out of the way of some rouge torpedoes. He spun into a position behind a fighter and opened fire on its engine. After the battle, Bishop was awarded for his bravery. He was boosted up to Lieutenant Junior Grade.
Bishop was very grateful. After a few more years of being under Admiral Feato's leadership, Bishop went up at least two more ranks. To be boosted up those two ranks, Bishop had merely made a few good calls in a battle. He ran from his quarters and to the command Bridge. He found the bridge lighting up with all the laser fire outside. The Admiral was sitting at his command station, contemplating the battle. "May I make a few suggestions, Admiral?" "By all means, Lieutenant." "Well, sir, to begin with, the pattern of this frontal attack, I believe is merely that of an attack-and-fade strategy, sir."
"Very good, Lieutenant. Any other analysis?" "Yes, sir. Well, also if they have a frontal attack pattern of this kind, they are most likely trying to distract us from something else. Perhaps, a bombing crew coming around the rear to disable our shields?" "Indeed, Lieutenant? Very well, Captain, launch an anti-bombing squad to circle the ship's rear." Bishop went to walk back to his command station when the Admiral spoke up. "Anymore, Lieutenant?"
"Well, sir, I suggest we send out a bombing crew of our own to attempt to knock our their shields. Also, maybe boost deflector shields to maximum power." "You heard him, Captain." Hours later they had won the battle. The Admiral called upon Bishop again, this time to award him.
With a smile, the Admiral spoke to Bishop. "For an excellent use of mind, I grant the rank of Lieutenant Commander upon you, Bishop Pallieon." Pallieon saluted and went to his quarters, awaiting the next mission or battle he would be involved in.
In the next five years, Bishop advanced in four more ranks. He was commissioned to the rank of Upper Rear Admiral after saving the ship his crew operated on. He had taken actions into his own hands when the Admiral had been knocked unconscious when the ship was rocked. He defied the other Admirals and launched into space in a fighter to assist the others. He was actually the one to take down the enemy ship, which was merely a Pirate crew attempting to knock out a Republic ship for its supplies.
Bishop flew around the fighters, destroying some and began to fire on the freighter. He eventually knocked out their shields, suffering some damage himself, but when they had no shields, they recalled their fighters and jumped to hyperspace. They didn't dare be boarded by the Republic. Bishop was reluctant to land back on the ship. He went to see the Admiral. He knew it wasn't his place as only being the lowest rank of Admiral.
But, to his surprise he was boosted up a rank to an Upper Rear Admiral. He was only twenty-eight and yet he was so close to his goal now. Just two more ranks to go. Bishop was the best Upper Rear Admiral he could have possibly been. Then, when he was thirty and boosted up to the rank of Vice Admiral, because the old Admiral had retired and a new one took over the ship he had operated on all these years was destroyed.
By miracle or just sheer luck, Bishop had chosen to go with a ground force to overlook a mission. He and the troops were rotated to another crew. Bishop served under that crew for four years before he was granted the rank of Admiral and took command of the Vulture. He was given a shiny new uniform and started his career as an Admiral. He had finally reached his goal. His insides boiled with excitement, but he fought them back. He had to be professional. He had new goals now. He wanted to be one of the best Admirals the Republic had. He studied his enemies well, their attack patterns, their operations, etc.
RP Sample: Pallieon's black boots clomped against the metallic floors of the Vulture as he made his way to the command bridge. They were still in hyperspace on their way to Korriban, where they'd be sending an exploration team out. He stopped at his command station and looked out of the viewport. He sighed slowly. "Status, Captain." "At least a couple more hours, sir." Pallieon nodded, then sat down at his command station. It never changed, everyone called him "sir" now.
He had come so far in his career. This was all for his late father. He turned his dark eyes upon one of the officers standing by. Pallieon stood up and walked to the door. It slid open at his presence. He walked through and slowly made his way to his quarters. A few hours later, Pallieon woke up, got dressed, and made his way to the bridge.
When he got there, they had arrived over Korriban. "Send them at will, Captain." Slowly, Pallieon sat down and watched as the ground troops launched for the planet's surface. "I want an hourly report, Captain," Pallieon spoke in a soft voice from his command station.
An hour later, a report came in. A report on an attack that had happened. "How many men of the exploration group are left, Captain?" "Five." Five?! Five out of fifty. "Tell them to take immediate cover and wait until we have the opportunity to launch an extraction group." "Yes, sir!" The message went out just as an alarm went off.
Bishop looked through the viewport. Coming at them were Sith ships. "Shall I launch the fighters, sir?" "No, Captain." "Sir?" "Observe, Captain, their speed. That is much too fast for a Sith attack pattern, they are merely attempting to stall us from the front... Concentrate all shield energy to rear deflectors." "Yes, sir." The order went through just in time.
Coming from the rear was a Sith bombing party. Bishop smiled slightly. They had almost tricked him. "Now launch the fighters, Captain. Tell them to distract the front 'attack' so it appears we do not know of their true plans yet." This was truly Bishop Pallieon, Republic Admiral in action.
The fighters were launched and attacked the party coming from the front as the rear bombing was subdued by the laser batteries. "Execute a sweep of the area, Captain, then make contact with the five survivors on the planet's surface." The Captain nodded and set to work. Less than thirty minutes later, they had retrieved the survivors and made a jump to hyperspace.
Department: Navy
Rank: Admiral
Name: Bishop Pallieon
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 130lbs
Appearance: His black hair is cut short, in a navy/military style. His face is slightly pointed. His eyes are a crisp brown color. He's usually seen in his Admiral's uniform, with black boots. And a blaster pistol strapped to his right thigh, within quick reach.
Birth place: Dantooine
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +5
Bio: Pallieon’s whole childhood and Naval career flashed before his eyes suddenly. He remembered it all so vividly…
There he was again, standing beside his mother, Jesse Harne Pallieon. Bishop was only five. The men in black suits came up to them, as Bishop and Jesse stood outside their home on Dantooine, looking up at the sky, wondering where Bishop’s father, Sergeant Pallieon, was. The men spoke in a gravelly voice. They told them Bishop’s father had died in an explosion. His ship had been attacked and destroyed by the Sith Military. Bishop couldn’t believe it. Tears leaked from his eyes, slowly turning into rivers down his face. He dropped to his knees, whimpering. His mother merely picked him up and took him inside, tears already falling from her face as well. She told him to be strong, that it was okay.
Well, Bishop was strong, making a promise from that day on to join the Republic Military and become an Admiral on the front lines. He would become a strong man, an intelligent man. He would carry on his father’s dream. Bishop just waited for the day he would be able to leave Dantooine. He wished it for twelve years straight, until he was seventeen, when he was finally old enough. His mother had tears in her eyes when he left. He was sorry to leave her there alone on Dantooine, but it was something he had to do. He left on a bought starship, which he sold on Coruscant. After selling his ship, Bishop gathered his things and made his way to the Navy recruitment offices. He spoke to the man in charge, saying he wanted to become an Admiral one day. He went into Officer’s Training so he could actually start out as an officer instead of a recruit.
Bishop was so dedicated that he studied and studied. He also trained an awful lot. He wanted so badly to become an Admiral. Although he struggled at first, after a few years, at the age of nineteen, he was pronounced an Ensign and put under the leadership of a leading Admiral. His name was Gror Feato. From the first moment Bishop set foot on the ship, he knew it wouldn't be anything like the simulations.
After a year as an Ensign on the ship, he was put into his first space battle. He jumped into his designated starfighter and launched. He engaged the closest starfighter and began his career in the Republic Navy. He swerved out of the way of some rouge torpedoes. He spun into a position behind a fighter and opened fire on its engine. After the battle, Bishop was awarded for his bravery. He was boosted up to Lieutenant Junior Grade.
Bishop was very grateful. After a few more years of being under Admiral Feato's leadership, Bishop went up at least two more ranks. To be boosted up those two ranks, Bishop had merely made a few good calls in a battle. He ran from his quarters and to the command Bridge. He found the bridge lighting up with all the laser fire outside. The Admiral was sitting at his command station, contemplating the battle. "May I make a few suggestions, Admiral?" "By all means, Lieutenant." "Well, sir, to begin with, the pattern of this frontal attack, I believe is merely that of an attack-and-fade strategy, sir."
"Very good, Lieutenant. Any other analysis?" "Yes, sir. Well, also if they have a frontal attack pattern of this kind, they are most likely trying to distract us from something else. Perhaps, a bombing crew coming around the rear to disable our shields?" "Indeed, Lieutenant? Very well, Captain, launch an anti-bombing squad to circle the ship's rear." Bishop went to walk back to his command station when the Admiral spoke up. "Anymore, Lieutenant?"
"Well, sir, I suggest we send out a bombing crew of our own to attempt to knock our their shields. Also, maybe boost deflector shields to maximum power." "You heard him, Captain." Hours later they had won the battle. The Admiral called upon Bishop again, this time to award him.
With a smile, the Admiral spoke to Bishop. "For an excellent use of mind, I grant the rank of Lieutenant Commander upon you, Bishop Pallieon." Pallieon saluted and went to his quarters, awaiting the next mission or battle he would be involved in.
In the next five years, Bishop advanced in four more ranks. He was commissioned to the rank of Upper Rear Admiral after saving the ship his crew operated on. He had taken actions into his own hands when the Admiral had been knocked unconscious when the ship was rocked. He defied the other Admirals and launched into space in a fighter to assist the others. He was actually the one to take down the enemy ship, which was merely a Pirate crew attempting to knock out a Republic ship for its supplies.
Bishop flew around the fighters, destroying some and began to fire on the freighter. He eventually knocked out their shields, suffering some damage himself, but when they had no shields, they recalled their fighters and jumped to hyperspace. They didn't dare be boarded by the Republic. Bishop was reluctant to land back on the ship. He went to see the Admiral. He knew it wasn't his place as only being the lowest rank of Admiral.
But, to his surprise he was boosted up a rank to an Upper Rear Admiral. He was only twenty-eight and yet he was so close to his goal now. Just two more ranks to go. Bishop was the best Upper Rear Admiral he could have possibly been. Then, when he was thirty and boosted up to the rank of Vice Admiral, because the old Admiral had retired and a new one took over the ship he had operated on all these years was destroyed.
By miracle or just sheer luck, Bishop had chosen to go with a ground force to overlook a mission. He and the troops were rotated to another crew. Bishop served under that crew for four years before he was granted the rank of Admiral and took command of the Vulture. He was given a shiny new uniform and started his career as an Admiral. He had finally reached his goal. His insides boiled with excitement, but he fought them back. He had to be professional. He had new goals now. He wanted to be one of the best Admirals the Republic had. He studied his enemies well, their attack patterns, their operations, etc.
RP Sample: Pallieon's black boots clomped against the metallic floors of the Vulture as he made his way to the command bridge. They were still in hyperspace on their way to Korriban, where they'd be sending an exploration team out. He stopped at his command station and looked out of the viewport. He sighed slowly. "Status, Captain." "At least a couple more hours, sir." Pallieon nodded, then sat down at his command station. It never changed, everyone called him "sir" now.
He had come so far in his career. This was all for his late father. He turned his dark eyes upon one of the officers standing by. Pallieon stood up and walked to the door. It slid open at his presence. He walked through and slowly made his way to his quarters. A few hours later, Pallieon woke up, got dressed, and made his way to the bridge.
When he got there, they had arrived over Korriban. "Send them at will, Captain." Slowly, Pallieon sat down and watched as the ground troops launched for the planet's surface. "I want an hourly report, Captain," Pallieon spoke in a soft voice from his command station.
An hour later, a report came in. A report on an attack that had happened. "How many men of the exploration group are left, Captain?" "Five." Five?! Five out of fifty. "Tell them to take immediate cover and wait until we have the opportunity to launch an extraction group." "Yes, sir!" The message went out just as an alarm went off.
Bishop looked through the viewport. Coming at them were Sith ships. "Shall I launch the fighters, sir?" "No, Captain." "Sir?" "Observe, Captain, their speed. That is much too fast for a Sith attack pattern, they are merely attempting to stall us from the front... Concentrate all shield energy to rear deflectors." "Yes, sir." The order went through just in time.
Coming from the rear was a Sith bombing party. Bishop smiled slightly. They had almost tricked him. "Now launch the fighters, Captain. Tell them to distract the front 'attack' so it appears we do not know of their true plans yet." This was truly Bishop Pallieon, Republic Admiral in action.
The fighters were launched and attacked the party coming from the front as the rear bombing was subdued by the laser batteries. "Execute a sweep of the area, Captain, then make contact with the five survivors on the planet's surface." The Captain nodded and set to work. Less than thirty minutes later, they had retrieved the survivors and made a jump to hyperspace.
