Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2010 10:55:20 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Spec ops
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel (LtCol)
Name: Krae Svar
Call sign: Frost
Race: Nagai
Age: 40
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 176Ibs
Birth place: Iziz, Onderon
Appearance:
Krae's most prominent Feature is his pale skin, so pale as to be white. His Hair is black in contrast with his skin probably making him look even more pale. His hair is tied back in a pony tail. His skin is marred in place with scars although most of these reside under his clothing. He wears black pants along with a black shirt under a black Jacket. His eye's are a dark shade of gray. He is perfectly toned from the neck down. He has Handsome Angular features although lines are beginning to appear around the corners of his eyes and mouth.
Beskar'gam
Krae's armor is composed of stream lined plates, every piece is rounded smoothly while edges taper smoothly to near sharp edges that conform around his various angles. The majority of each plate is black although red lines are painted around the edges of each plate. The suits under layer of Dura mesh alloy can be used to seal against the vacuum of space as well as most other harsh environments. Krae abstained from having a Jet pack in favor of jet boots
Personality:
Krae is an emotional wreck although for those who have only know him for a short while wouldn't guess this or why. When he is speaking to someone he is usually smiling although someone speaking to him is a rare occurrence as he is given to talking to himself and rabid and unpredictable mood swings. More often then not he put's up a relaxed and confident facade but as that would suggest. this is just a show.
In truth Krae doesn't feel positive emotions in the usual sense anymore. In a manner of speaking the emotions are smaller then they used to be. Negative emotions on the other hand haven't changed for him in the least, although the contrast between anger and joy is that severe that when he acts on them it's to an extreme.
Skills:
Acrobatic
Dueling
Dual Wield
Melee: Swords
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: 1
Equipment:
Wrist Mounted Cryogen Spray x1
Mandalorian Ripper x1
Beskar Woven Swords x3
Throwing Knives x 12
Sonic Grenades x 4
Frag Grenades x 4
Smoke Grenades x2
Flash Grenades x2
Bio:
Birth - 5 years of age
Krae's life began as most life does, in the womb. The woman who carried him with her for the expected number of month's did so on the run, fleeing the Nagai home world to escape Krae's homicidal father. Twice he had attempted to kill his mistress and illegitimate child. Which is how She found herself giving birth to him in a most unlikely place.
Krae Svar was born in the City Iziz on the planet Onderon, Abandoned by the woman who would have been his mother he was left to the care of the Doctors of Iziz. Although this was situation was brief. At barley a month of age in the dead of night he was taken from the hospital by a Human Mandalorian named Kask, The young scout had been sent to Iziz to gather supplies for his clan back on Dxun when he had stumbled upon a pair of doctors discussing a baby in the hospital who had been abandoned by his mother. Kask being unable to have children saw this as his chance to have a son. Taken from his Crib by the man he would come to know as father, Krae was taken back to the Jungle moon of Dxun.
It was here at a month of age he would receive his true name. Kask named the baby Krae Svar. From that day forth Krae was a Mandalorian, Mandalorian Hymns were sung over his cradle and stories of magnificent battle's rang in his ear's even as he grew to understand them. At the age of one a doctor would have deemed him neurologically advanced, Already he had began walking although he was still shaky and it had been months since he had spoken his first words.
at the age of two he was speaking a fluent blend of Mandoa and Basic and it was then that he received his first sword. it was a scaled down, blunt wooden version of his father's own coveted sword. Krae was from the first moment in love with the toy. Carrying it everywhere with him Smacking and swinging at anything within reach, While most parent's would have been annoyed with this sort of behavior Kask only looked on and smiled. Sometimes attempting to show Krae how to properly use the weapon. Although Krae didn't understand any of it and continued to smack away at anything that held still long enough.
at the age of three life for Krae was steady rhythm of play time and sleep. Kask had remained persistent in his attempts to teach Krae to use the small wooden sword properly but still almost nothing of what he had been taught stuck. Much to his father's delight as Krae neared the age of four the lessons finally seemed to have an impact. Krae like most sons do began to imitate his father in nearly everything. Right down to Kask's most obscure mannerism's.
The day Krae turned five his life as a full time child ended. Although still allotted a certain amount of free time each day it was then his studies under his father as well as other members of his clan began. He was taught the history of his people starting with the first Mandalore as well as the beginnings of math as well as the written form of Mandoa and Basic. Alongside the academics he was the start of his education into combat and what It meant to be a Mandalorian. his combat training consisted primarily in the use of training swords and Knives.
6 - 15 years of age
By the age of six Krae had begun to demonstrate and aptitude for many of his subjects of study but curiously he acted as if everything he did was not good enough. At first the adults around him believed that it must be his father not showing enough pride in his son's accomplishment's but this was soon proved false as anyone who payed attention could see that Kask was more proud of his son's rapid advancement in school and combat then anyone else but still in certain Areas Krae acted as if everything he did was not good enough. The true source of Krae's feeling's were that rather then failing a subject he hated to find that one of his peer's had bested him in.
Every time this happened Krae would throw himself into the subject he was 'failing' with unbridled ferocity and passion. this behavior would always continue until he found himself in the top spot at which point he would almost immediately latch unto another subject that he felt he lacked in and continue on in the same manner.
At the age of seven Krae was actually disappointed to realize he had become the top student in ever single academic and combat study he was set. Odd as this behavior was Krae immediately began searching for another person and another area of study in which he was not the best. His Search was a short one as at this point it occurred to him that ever single one of his teacher's was still a great deal better then him and so with no one his own age left to contend with Krae began the long arduous journey of besting every one of his various mentors. This included his father who was his instructor when it came to Melee weapons and Close Quarter's combat.
In this hectic training filled fashion Krae's life continued on and he was perfectly content with his life on the Jungle moon among his clan mates. Even his free time was spent training primarily with his new wooden training sword. Constantly rehearsing and critiquing his forms and maneuvers. Very little else existed in his world at this point in his life, even the usual mischievous streak in his peer's was absent in him.
Sometime after Krae turned eight his father was recalled into service and was forced to leave Krae to be taken care of by friends while he was away for month's at a time on various mission none of which he ever told Krae about despite the his sons begging after each return. Even with his father gone Krae's training in the sword never ceased, In fact his effort's to become the best intensified while Kask was away in the hopes of being able to surpass him while his father was distracted by his duties.
These ambitions were met with disappointment as Krae was always quickly defeated in sparring sessions regardless of how much he advanced during Kask absence. With the resilience of youth Krae rallied and redoubled his effort's to surpass his father.
at nine he was easily the best swordsmen among his peer's and still maintained a high level of of work in his academic studies. It was also at this stage in his life he found that explaining thing's to himself out loud was an easy way to organize his thought's.
At age Ten Krae learned that his teacher's in ever subject had been taking it easy on them, even he had problems coping with the course work they were set and he began receiving numerous request for aid from others of his age group. This marked the end of the steady lone wolf he had been since the beginning of his training. Although at first everyone thought his obsessive training and the fact that he answered his own questions was odd it was soon just a normal occurrence for those that hung around him.
Eleven year's of life found Krae at the center of his own little clique, his mischievous streak blossoming a little late, with the energy of his age Krae managed running around with his friends as well as keeping up a near constant training schedule. He had long since forgotten why being the best was important to him but that didn't matter. It was still important.
His twelfth birthday marked the beginning of his transition to manhood and like it usually happens the first sign's of this were exhibited by a foolish action. Mere day's after he had turned twelve he convinced his friends that it was time for them to be taken seriously by the adult's of the clan. The quickest way to do this was to hunt a Zakkeg. So as the sun began to rise Krae and his friends snuck out of the compound and headed deep into the Jungles in search of the monster.
Despite the beast's rarity on the Dxun the youth's still managed to find one. This however was where there success ended. What followed was at the time the most horrible thing that had ever happened to Krae. Impossibly strong and fast they quickly found themselves hunted rather then hunting. Krae who had at this point developed a rather high opinion of his skills was humbled by this simple minded beast. Always finding he was a second to slow in his attempt's to fight off the Zakkeg Krae quickly sustained serious injuries. His friends even less skilled then him were massacred.
The fight had only progressed for a few minutes when almost the entire clan burst from the tree's and swarmed the Zakkeg. Even with the might of the whole Mandalorian clan the beast was slow to die. In the wake of the incident Krae learned that he had lead two friends to their death's. even at his young age he realized that the fact they died was entirley his fault. These thought's weighed heavily on his soul and forced him back into his more introspective state. He no longer trusted himself around people.
Age thirteen came slow for Krae. Almost the entire former year had been spent in complete solitude training himself to the point where he would collapse from exhaustion and Kask would be forced to carry him back to his bed. Kask did not forbid the behavior however but simply watched his son throw himself fully into the studies he was presented. Krae was trying to forget what he had done. Any activity that drove from his mind the images of his friends being tossed about by the Zakkeg was something he did in excess. he would have given anything at that point to go back and not lead his friends into that jungle.
Age fourteen was the official end of his childhood. His life had continued in much the same manner as the last year. His day's repeated as if each were the same one. School, Training. Still he pushed himself to his limit's during his training. For the most part this year was much the same as the last except that only a few month's after he had turned fourteen his father left on a mission and never returned. Krae was told that his Squad had been discovered as Mandalorians while on Onderon. that not a single member of that Squad would be returning to the compound. Krae took the news with a blank face although inside he was dying. He simply walked outside and picked up his training sword and started going through ever maneuver he had ever learned at top speed.
Shocked the clan member who told him thought that the boy simply didn't care but as he watched Krae continue through the forms with his sword he saw that the Krae was crying.
After Kask's death to the outside observer it would appear that nothing had changed. Krae even the day after got up on time and went to all of his studies and returned home and trained alone just like he had done since he returning from the Zakkeg incident. He trained until he collapsed as per his usual schedule. only now no one carried him to his bed.
His fifteenth birthday brought with it some good new's. It was time for him to create his armor. The last year of self reliance along with the fact he had already stopped growing were what had made his elders decision. The process of collecting the required amount of Beskar was arduous. For month's he did odd job's around the clan saving all the money he made until he could purchase enough Raw Beskar to make his suit. with the help of a few others he created a suit similar in design to his father's although fitted out to his personal shape which was slightly smaller. It was after this he received his first true blade.
From the first moment his hand touched the blade he felt an unexplainable connection with it. he stared in awe at the length of steel in his hand and in that moment he decided something. He decided that the blade was a representation of his soul and so he named this the first of his swords "Justice" and with it he would mete out his Justice. From that day forth he carried the blade on across his back and even spent some of the remaining credit's to have it inscribed with word Justice in Mando'a.
16 - 25 Years of age
Sixteen saw his official induction into the Mandalorian military. His first mission intended to be uneventful didn't stay that way. a simple scouting mission into the jungle became a mission to face his demons. Three day's out of the camp he came upon the trail of a beast that had haunted his sleep for years. Had the beast been headed away from the Mandalorian base he might have let it go but it was not. So for day's he tracked through Jungles every free moment spent dwelling on his previous encounter with a Zakkeg. The entire clan had stepped in and protected him last time. This time it was only him.
Finally the night came when he sat on the branch of a tree staring down at his quarry. The Zakkeg was asleep. His plan was simple and less likely to fail because of it. He knew that if had to engage the Zakkeg at close range like he had last time then he would be sustain serious injuries. Instead he did the only thing available to him. He moved silently to the forest floor and rolled two thermal detonators to the beast's side and ducked behind a tree. The resulting explosion was still enough to knock him face first into the dirt but as he peeked around he saw that his plan had worked. The Zakkeg was nothing more then a scorch mark and a blood mess.
He returned to the camp with the Zakkeg's ear which had luckily not been destroyed in the explosion and presented it to the clan chief. Killing the Zakkeg had helped to lift the weight of his dead friends from his soul and so he became a somewhat more social member of his clan once more.
Seventeen Marked the day that Krae Joined his first Special operative squad. His exceptional ability found him among their ranks at an early age and earning the respect of his older and more experienced squad members was a hard battle fought over many months. It was after the death of his first squad mate that Krae's training became truly obsessive. Despite what others said it was clear to him that his ineptitude was the reason his team member had died. Already he viewed every man among the squad as a surrogate father of sorts. so to lose one was to experince the loss of one so loved all over again.
His Eighteenth Birthday was his first extended leave from active duty. Rather then stay on Dxun he took the opportunity to see the galaxy. Month's were spent traversing the stars moving from place to place. It wasn't long before he found that controlled environments of republic space not to his liking and returned to Dxun. The day of his return he met a Twi'lek from a visiting clan who called herself Ray. It wasn't long before the two were inseparable. Barley month's after they had met Krae found out that Ray was pregnant. The two then Vowed to spend their lives together.
Their Child Violet was born day's after Krae's nineteenth birthday. Her name was the source of her peculiar coloring. The next week's found the couple around Violets Cradle and Krae was truly happy for the first time since his father had died. unfortunately it wasn't long until Both Krae and Ray we're recalled into active duty and their Daughter was left to be raised by the clan.
Age twenty found him far from Dxun on a mission. It was but the first of many Birthdays he would miss of his Daughters. The only good thing that had happened was that Krae had used what influence he had to have Ray transferred into the same squad as himself and so when they had to leave home they could at least go together.
Determined not to miss her second Krae requested leave as did Ray. His was granted but her's was not. so mere day's before the Violet was two Ray departed on her mission. Torn between seeing her go without him and Being there for his Daughter Krae decided to stay. The Month's that followed Ray's squad never came back. No one was sure what had happened to them just that they never returned. Ray was Missing in Action along with the rest of his team.
Krae immediately began searching for them heading to there last known location. the search had him once more running across the galaxy following up whatever information he could find until at last he discovered their ship crashed on the surface of the planet Dantooine. They had been shot down by Pirates was all that he could find out. Everyone had died. Once more something precious had been ripped away from him because he had not been good enough. He decided that a better man would have done his duty and gone on the mission.
His twenty first found him floating outside his own ship attempting to patch the hull so he could get under way. All he had done over the previous Year after discovering Ray's fate was work. Mission after Mission never staying on Dxun longer then it took to get another assignment. He was once again throwing himself at anything that allowed him to forget but this time he was pushing himself to be stronger, for Violets sake even though had only seen her for days at a time over the last year had told himself he was doing this for her. Every mission was done so he could become strong enough to protect her.
twenty two was another year of non stop work. Violets fourth birthday came and went with Krae out doing whatever his superiors told him too. Still pushing for strength as his Daughter grew up without him. He tried not to think about that, tried not to think about anything other then the here and now.
Despite his best efforts his twenty third birthday found him training outside his home on Dxun, He had spent the few days since his return with his clan members who were pushing him to prepare for his Daughters sixth birthday, It had been the first time he had taken a look out how her schooling was progressing. Her academics were excellent but her combat studies were possibly the worst in her class. so despite wanting to escape into his next mission Krae opted to stay on Dxun and instruct her himself.
He trained her primarily in sword play, although he brought her ranged weapons up to par as well she soon was a student reminiscent of himself as the year progressed he was pleased to find her at the top of her class with a sword. It was only a little while later that the mission he had so hoped for came around and he declined it with a smile. It was time to raise his daughter.
For the next year his schedule was repeated every day with only minor differences. He would get up early and practice until he was warmed up, then he would get violet out of bed and have her also run through her lessons of the previous day and then she would be off to school and would practice with the adult's of camp until she was done, then came the first time he had spent his free time doing something other then training since he had worn diapers. he would devise some activity and spend the day with Violet, and so through this a bond grew and while not completely whole Krae was once more happy.
25 - 30 Years of age
Just like for his father the day came when he received orders that he would be returning to active duty, this assignment was about as routine as the came, a Straight forward scouting mission. He had done these mission's without incident missions but this time was different. Not long after entering the jungle he came across what had been a camp. He tracked the trespassers for day's through the forest until he finally discovered a contingent of republic soldiers.
Krae knew immediately he was going to have to take them out but the odds weren't in his favor. Still after days of preparing he killed most of the unit through cleverly placed traps and the last few he dispatched with his own blades. He was promoted after returning to his clan. The rest of year was spent doing similar missions around the compound so he could take care of his daughter.
Eventually his strange habit's such as talking to himself and constantly challenging others to duels began to wear on the higher up's so at age twenty six He was told he was being transferred into a newly formed team known as the blood pack, He would be permanently stationed on Felucia. So Krae took Violet away from her home on Dxun and traveled to the fungi covered world of Felucia where he would meet the newly assembled team.
His first impression was that he had been dumped off on a backwater planet by the Mandalorian brass but soon this idea was dissuaded. Felucia gave the wrong impression at first glance. Mushrooms towering over him like giant trees as well as other large species of plant life covered the surface made it seem as if the planet were nothing but a peaceful jungle. This was soon proven false after encountering some of the local wildlife during a training exercise to bring the twelve man team up to speed.
At age twenty seven he discovered that more then vicious animals called the planet home. The fungi of Felucia waged a war on the Mandalorians who left the base, Spores would cling to their armor and on rare occasions that it made contact with skin during prolonged exposure, the fungi would take root in the nervous system and slowly destroy the body as it grew. This was the fashion in which the first member of the Blood Pack died.
Felucia was perhaps one of the worst places to attempt to raise a child. Simply because leaving the compound was dangerous without a full and sealed suit of Beskar and a squad of highly trained soldiers to watch you're back.
It was for his twenty eighth birthday he received his second Beskar sword. This he one he named Retribution. He had the name inscribed on the blade in Mandalorian just he had with his first sword which he still carried. he had trained to duel wield the swords before but now he had two swords of his own and so the training began again. At first he found the added weapon difficult but already possessing a considerable amount of skill in that area he soon was as good with two blades as with one. It helped that the Blood Pack had access to the best trainers and weapons that the Mandalorians could offer.
Krae's twenty ninth year of life found him almost as happy as when Ray had died. His Daughters was ten years old and the bond between the two couldn't have been stronger. He was pleased to find that while she was pretty good with a blade she had decided to hone her mind into a weapon even more so then her body. Many night's were spent with him reading off test questions while she answered them from memory.
He was also glad to find that she had taken his habit of ceaseless practice and training and applied it to her own skill set. often enough he would come into her room and find her passed out over some book or another and it was then he knew how Kask had felt carrying him back to his bunk all those year's ago. Pride, He was proud of his Daughter for pushing her limit's.
Age thirty came after a series of missions that could be deemed suicidal. The Blood Pack had earned itself a reputation for getting jobs done that no one else would even take. Despite Kraes pride in the Blood Packs reputation because of the nature of the assignments he lost many team mates, usually just as he had gotten to know them. His Daughter at age eleven had already seen into the heart of what it meant to be a Mandalorian and while this broke his heart on some level she couldn't have been happier.
Proud of her father and the other members of the team she became like the Blood packs mascot, the child's pride in they're work kept them from breaking under the pressure of the work they were set.
Of his team mates Krae fought the hardest. he always told Violet he would return and that was a promise he refused to break. Thirty came and went in the hectic lifestyle that anyone who survived more then few missions was used too.
31 - Present day
Thirty one was the beginning of the Blood Packs fall from glory. It started with a mission that Krae will remember until the day he dies. It was as suicidal as many of the other' he had been on but this time someone messed up, They were quick to realize they had been tricked. the Mission turned out to be fake. Based on bad intelligence, the Blood Pack found themselves in the middle of a republic ambush. Krae fought his way out like he had always done but several others didn't. The biggest part of the Blood Pack died during that ambush.
There numbers depleted to but a scant few they waited for recruits that never came. No one wanted to join, after they're recent failure had cost them so much many Mandalorians saw joining as a Death sentence.
Thirty two came and found the Blood Pack in worse condition then the previous year. Despite the lack of new recruits what remained of the team were still sent on suicide missions. All of which Krae came back from but still he began to wonder if the Brass was trying to kill them. The Blood Pack had become a joke behind closed doors.
If it hadn't been for Violet they never would have hung on as long as they had. She kept there spirits alive.
at age Thirty three Krae sat around a table with with what team mates were left celebrating his Daughters fourteenth Birthday. It was nothing special and although it wasn't quit time for her coming of age ceremony Krae couldn't help but get her a sword similar to his own. Beskar woven but slightly shorter. His Daughter hugged him and told him in private she would name the blade mercy. Krae told her that Mercy was a good name but that she should only show mercy to those who deserved it.
The rest of the year progressed uneventfully for once, Krae still maintaining his training schedule in his free team which he had a lot of. For one blissful year he was able to see his Daughter everyday without fear of it being the last time he would do so.
As luck would have it his Thirty fourth birthday saw his return to action. Forced to set out only days before Violets Fifteenth birthday. Krae told her that Brass was lucky it wasn't her sixteenth because other wise he wouldn't have been going on the mission. His return to the base on Felucia was long awaited. Month's had passed while he was away on a brutal assignment to assassinate some dignitary of a small planet that was making move's that could have been detrimental to the Mandalorians.
Age thirty five was a continued series of mission although luckily the mortality rate of those had gone done. Mostly because the Blood Pack no longer had the resources to cover all of the missions requests they received. Still Krae turned down all missions the month's preceding his Daughters sixteenth birthday, It was time for her rite of passage and to make her Beskar. He offered her what help he could. The first time he saw her in Beskar'gam he couldn't have been more proud.
His daughter was now a Mandalorian in full. The rest of the year passed uneventfully except for Krae worried obsessively about Violets welfare while she was away on missions although he made sure they were all low key, scouting missions. sometimes even accompanying her.
Age Thirty six saw Krae and Violet going on many missions together and of a much more dangerous nature. It had taken her only a year of service before she had been allowed to join the Blood Pack and although Krae was not entirely happy with the assignment he was glad it allowed them to continue living under the same roof. Still On the mission he didn't go along with her he trained non-stop.
He was on the final brink of how much time one could spend a day training and by now the motions were so practiced he had to go out of his way and invent complex and convoluted maneuvers to keep his mind occupied. It was easier when he was away on his own assignment's he didn't have time to think about the horrors that could befall his last remaining loved one.
His thirty seventh birthday was the end of his life as far as Krae was concerned. Violet who had already proven herself skilled for her age, secretly Krae envisioned she was even more dangerous then he had been at her age. Still he felt that it was best to keep her away from full on Blood pack missions. So she was left scout around Felucia both on the planet as well as off. The Mission following her eighteenth birthday was to be her last. Krae never pieced together exactly what had happened to her, only that her tracking beacon led him to something that bore more resemblance to scrap metal then a ship.
who Krae had been died at the sight of the ship floating through space. the pain to great to truly be experienced he locked away inside him. Quietly he floated through the wreckage searching for any sign that his worst fears had been realized. Her helmet floated past him confirming what he had already know. Violet was dead, even if she had survive whatever had destroyed her ship she wouldn't have survived more then minutes in this environment.
The only other clue he found that she had been on the ship was the sword he had given her for her fifteenth birthday. Slowly he retrieved the blade called mercy from it's space next to captains chair in what was left of the cockpit.
as one could imagine the following year was brutal Krae. Given to rapid mood swings that didn't show any sign's of improving and he spoke to himself more then before, he would spend hour's trying to find a reason his daughter had died but in the end he could glean know clues from the wreckage other then the ship that had attacked it had obviously been much larger.
By the time of Krae's thirty eighth birthday Krae had finally lost it. His practice sessions were near ceaseless. A few hours of sleep and a couple scant meals were the only breaks in his training. Even performing the schedule while on his way to mission objectives. The year passed in this fashion. Training, Missions and repeat.
His thirty ninth birthday was much the same as his last. He spent it in the training yard. He was aware he had gotten older but he didn't care. Nothing mattered, he kept doing what he did because there was no other option. He had given up but couldn't let himself curl up and die. Only a few months of the year had passed when he received some new's that gave him pause. For the first time in years the Blood Pack was getting some new recruits.
Pass:Kylah
RP Sample:
Sweat glistened off his body as Krae whirled in circles lashing out at, and defending against Imaginary enemies. He flew through a series of complex forms so quickly his blades became gray blurs in the air. Every movement was executed with perfectly calculated force and the precision of a master. None of this occurred to him, He wasn't thinking about training. His Mind had strayed to memories of his family. He wondered what Ray would have thought of the woman Violet had grown into, if she would have been proud... how she would have reacted if she saw him like this.
It was then he realized his mind was straying to places he didn't wish to visit. He had faced numerous enemies and emerged victorious, but you couldn't fight emotions with steel and Blasters. Almost immediately he invented a move that required him focus on his swords lest he cut himself in half. It was then that communication's terminal that stood in the corner of the training room beeped. Krae froze halfway through a kick and had anyone walked in and found himself in such a ridiculous pose they would certainly have died laughing, but he didn't care.
He held the position without giving it much thought and his cold gray eye's rested on the blinking light the look on his face indicating that the little light had wrong him in someway. His temper always so close to the surface these day's boiled up into a fury and for a brief moment he seriously considered destroying the console but he regained control. "Console Alert? That is a communications terminal, it's reasonable to assume that I have been sent a message. Message? Yes, likely brass has given me a mission. Still trying to get me killed I suppose." Krae's leg dropped from the kick and he slowly approached the terminal and tapped in his name and pass code.
however as he began to read the message he froze his eye's no longer running across the the lines of text. "Recruits? Odd, we haven't received recruits in approximately two years. Reason? They have finally answered our requests for more support? Unlikely. Alternative? they have found soldiers they wish to make vanish? Probable."
Department: Spec ops
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel (LtCol)
Name: Krae Svar
Call sign: Frost
Race: Nagai
Age: 40
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 176Ibs
Birth place: Iziz, Onderon
Appearance:
Krae's most prominent Feature is his pale skin, so pale as to be white. His Hair is black in contrast with his skin probably making him look even more pale. His hair is tied back in a pony tail. His skin is marred in place with scars although most of these reside under his clothing. He wears black pants along with a black shirt under a black Jacket. His eye's are a dark shade of gray. He is perfectly toned from the neck down. He has Handsome Angular features although lines are beginning to appear around the corners of his eyes and mouth.
Beskar'gam
Krae's armor is composed of stream lined plates, every piece is rounded smoothly while edges taper smoothly to near sharp edges that conform around his various angles. The majority of each plate is black although red lines are painted around the edges of each plate. The suits under layer of Dura mesh alloy can be used to seal against the vacuum of space as well as most other harsh environments. Krae abstained from having a Jet pack in favor of jet boots
Personality:
Krae is an emotional wreck although for those who have only know him for a short while wouldn't guess this or why. When he is speaking to someone he is usually smiling although someone speaking to him is a rare occurrence as he is given to talking to himself and rabid and unpredictable mood swings. More often then not he put's up a relaxed and confident facade but as that would suggest. this is just a show.
In truth Krae doesn't feel positive emotions in the usual sense anymore. In a manner of speaking the emotions are smaller then they used to be. Negative emotions on the other hand haven't changed for him in the least, although the contrast between anger and joy is that severe that when he acts on them it's to an extreme.
Skills:
Acrobatic
Dueling
Dual Wield
Melee: Swords
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 8
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: 1
Equipment:
Wrist Mounted Cryogen Spray x1
Mandalorian Ripper x1
Beskar Woven Swords x3
Throwing Knives x 12
Sonic Grenades x 4
Frag Grenades x 4
Smoke Grenades x2
Flash Grenades x2
Bio:
Birth - 5 years of age
Krae's life began as most life does, in the womb. The woman who carried him with her for the expected number of month's did so on the run, fleeing the Nagai home world to escape Krae's homicidal father. Twice he had attempted to kill his mistress and illegitimate child. Which is how She found herself giving birth to him in a most unlikely place.
Krae Svar was born in the City Iziz on the planet Onderon, Abandoned by the woman who would have been his mother he was left to the care of the Doctors of Iziz. Although this was situation was brief. At barley a month of age in the dead of night he was taken from the hospital by a Human Mandalorian named Kask, The young scout had been sent to Iziz to gather supplies for his clan back on Dxun when he had stumbled upon a pair of doctors discussing a baby in the hospital who had been abandoned by his mother. Kask being unable to have children saw this as his chance to have a son. Taken from his Crib by the man he would come to know as father, Krae was taken back to the Jungle moon of Dxun.
It was here at a month of age he would receive his true name. Kask named the baby Krae Svar. From that day forth Krae was a Mandalorian, Mandalorian Hymns were sung over his cradle and stories of magnificent battle's rang in his ear's even as he grew to understand them. At the age of one a doctor would have deemed him neurologically advanced, Already he had began walking although he was still shaky and it had been months since he had spoken his first words.
at the age of two he was speaking a fluent blend of Mandoa and Basic and it was then that he received his first sword. it was a scaled down, blunt wooden version of his father's own coveted sword. Krae was from the first moment in love with the toy. Carrying it everywhere with him Smacking and swinging at anything within reach, While most parent's would have been annoyed with this sort of behavior Kask only looked on and smiled. Sometimes attempting to show Krae how to properly use the weapon. Although Krae didn't understand any of it and continued to smack away at anything that held still long enough.
at the age of three life for Krae was steady rhythm of play time and sleep. Kask had remained persistent in his attempts to teach Krae to use the small wooden sword properly but still almost nothing of what he had been taught stuck. Much to his father's delight as Krae neared the age of four the lessons finally seemed to have an impact. Krae like most sons do began to imitate his father in nearly everything. Right down to Kask's most obscure mannerism's.
The day Krae turned five his life as a full time child ended. Although still allotted a certain amount of free time each day it was then his studies under his father as well as other members of his clan began. He was taught the history of his people starting with the first Mandalore as well as the beginnings of math as well as the written form of Mandoa and Basic. Alongside the academics he was the start of his education into combat and what It meant to be a Mandalorian. his combat training consisted primarily in the use of training swords and Knives.
6 - 15 years of age
By the age of six Krae had begun to demonstrate and aptitude for many of his subjects of study but curiously he acted as if everything he did was not good enough. At first the adults around him believed that it must be his father not showing enough pride in his son's accomplishment's but this was soon proved false as anyone who payed attention could see that Kask was more proud of his son's rapid advancement in school and combat then anyone else but still in certain Areas Krae acted as if everything he did was not good enough. The true source of Krae's feeling's were that rather then failing a subject he hated to find that one of his peer's had bested him in.
Every time this happened Krae would throw himself into the subject he was 'failing' with unbridled ferocity and passion. this behavior would always continue until he found himself in the top spot at which point he would almost immediately latch unto another subject that he felt he lacked in and continue on in the same manner.
At the age of seven Krae was actually disappointed to realize he had become the top student in ever single academic and combat study he was set. Odd as this behavior was Krae immediately began searching for another person and another area of study in which he was not the best. His Search was a short one as at this point it occurred to him that ever single one of his teacher's was still a great deal better then him and so with no one his own age left to contend with Krae began the long arduous journey of besting every one of his various mentors. This included his father who was his instructor when it came to Melee weapons and Close Quarter's combat.
In this hectic training filled fashion Krae's life continued on and he was perfectly content with his life on the Jungle moon among his clan mates. Even his free time was spent training primarily with his new wooden training sword. Constantly rehearsing and critiquing his forms and maneuvers. Very little else existed in his world at this point in his life, even the usual mischievous streak in his peer's was absent in him.
Sometime after Krae turned eight his father was recalled into service and was forced to leave Krae to be taken care of by friends while he was away for month's at a time on various mission none of which he ever told Krae about despite the his sons begging after each return. Even with his father gone Krae's training in the sword never ceased, In fact his effort's to become the best intensified while Kask was away in the hopes of being able to surpass him while his father was distracted by his duties.
These ambitions were met with disappointment as Krae was always quickly defeated in sparring sessions regardless of how much he advanced during Kask absence. With the resilience of youth Krae rallied and redoubled his effort's to surpass his father.
at nine he was easily the best swordsmen among his peer's and still maintained a high level of of work in his academic studies. It was also at this stage in his life he found that explaining thing's to himself out loud was an easy way to organize his thought's.
At age Ten Krae learned that his teacher's in ever subject had been taking it easy on them, even he had problems coping with the course work they were set and he began receiving numerous request for aid from others of his age group. This marked the end of the steady lone wolf he had been since the beginning of his training. Although at first everyone thought his obsessive training and the fact that he answered his own questions was odd it was soon just a normal occurrence for those that hung around him.
Eleven year's of life found Krae at the center of his own little clique, his mischievous streak blossoming a little late, with the energy of his age Krae managed running around with his friends as well as keeping up a near constant training schedule. He had long since forgotten why being the best was important to him but that didn't matter. It was still important.
His twelfth birthday marked the beginning of his transition to manhood and like it usually happens the first sign's of this were exhibited by a foolish action. Mere day's after he had turned twelve he convinced his friends that it was time for them to be taken seriously by the adult's of the clan. The quickest way to do this was to hunt a Zakkeg. So as the sun began to rise Krae and his friends snuck out of the compound and headed deep into the Jungles in search of the monster.
Despite the beast's rarity on the Dxun the youth's still managed to find one. This however was where there success ended. What followed was at the time the most horrible thing that had ever happened to Krae. Impossibly strong and fast they quickly found themselves hunted rather then hunting. Krae who had at this point developed a rather high opinion of his skills was humbled by this simple minded beast. Always finding he was a second to slow in his attempt's to fight off the Zakkeg Krae quickly sustained serious injuries. His friends even less skilled then him were massacred.
The fight had only progressed for a few minutes when almost the entire clan burst from the tree's and swarmed the Zakkeg. Even with the might of the whole Mandalorian clan the beast was slow to die. In the wake of the incident Krae learned that he had lead two friends to their death's. even at his young age he realized that the fact they died was entirley his fault. These thought's weighed heavily on his soul and forced him back into his more introspective state. He no longer trusted himself around people.
Age thirteen came slow for Krae. Almost the entire former year had been spent in complete solitude training himself to the point where he would collapse from exhaustion and Kask would be forced to carry him back to his bed. Kask did not forbid the behavior however but simply watched his son throw himself fully into the studies he was presented. Krae was trying to forget what he had done. Any activity that drove from his mind the images of his friends being tossed about by the Zakkeg was something he did in excess. he would have given anything at that point to go back and not lead his friends into that jungle.
Age fourteen was the official end of his childhood. His life had continued in much the same manner as the last year. His day's repeated as if each were the same one. School, Training. Still he pushed himself to his limit's during his training. For the most part this year was much the same as the last except that only a few month's after he had turned fourteen his father left on a mission and never returned. Krae was told that his Squad had been discovered as Mandalorians while on Onderon. that not a single member of that Squad would be returning to the compound. Krae took the news with a blank face although inside he was dying. He simply walked outside and picked up his training sword and started going through ever maneuver he had ever learned at top speed.
Shocked the clan member who told him thought that the boy simply didn't care but as he watched Krae continue through the forms with his sword he saw that the Krae was crying.
After Kask's death to the outside observer it would appear that nothing had changed. Krae even the day after got up on time and went to all of his studies and returned home and trained alone just like he had done since he returning from the Zakkeg incident. He trained until he collapsed as per his usual schedule. only now no one carried him to his bed.
His fifteenth birthday brought with it some good new's. It was time for him to create his armor. The last year of self reliance along with the fact he had already stopped growing were what had made his elders decision. The process of collecting the required amount of Beskar was arduous. For month's he did odd job's around the clan saving all the money he made until he could purchase enough Raw Beskar to make his suit. with the help of a few others he created a suit similar in design to his father's although fitted out to his personal shape which was slightly smaller. It was after this he received his first true blade.
From the first moment his hand touched the blade he felt an unexplainable connection with it. he stared in awe at the length of steel in his hand and in that moment he decided something. He decided that the blade was a representation of his soul and so he named this the first of his swords "Justice" and with it he would mete out his Justice. From that day forth he carried the blade on across his back and even spent some of the remaining credit's to have it inscribed with word Justice in Mando'a.
16 - 25 Years of age
Sixteen saw his official induction into the Mandalorian military. His first mission intended to be uneventful didn't stay that way. a simple scouting mission into the jungle became a mission to face his demons. Three day's out of the camp he came upon the trail of a beast that had haunted his sleep for years. Had the beast been headed away from the Mandalorian base he might have let it go but it was not. So for day's he tracked through Jungles every free moment spent dwelling on his previous encounter with a Zakkeg. The entire clan had stepped in and protected him last time. This time it was only him.
Finally the night came when he sat on the branch of a tree staring down at his quarry. The Zakkeg was asleep. His plan was simple and less likely to fail because of it. He knew that if had to engage the Zakkeg at close range like he had last time then he would be sustain serious injuries. Instead he did the only thing available to him. He moved silently to the forest floor and rolled two thermal detonators to the beast's side and ducked behind a tree. The resulting explosion was still enough to knock him face first into the dirt but as he peeked around he saw that his plan had worked. The Zakkeg was nothing more then a scorch mark and a blood mess.
He returned to the camp with the Zakkeg's ear which had luckily not been destroyed in the explosion and presented it to the clan chief. Killing the Zakkeg had helped to lift the weight of his dead friends from his soul and so he became a somewhat more social member of his clan once more.
Seventeen Marked the day that Krae Joined his first Special operative squad. His exceptional ability found him among their ranks at an early age and earning the respect of his older and more experienced squad members was a hard battle fought over many months. It was after the death of his first squad mate that Krae's training became truly obsessive. Despite what others said it was clear to him that his ineptitude was the reason his team member had died. Already he viewed every man among the squad as a surrogate father of sorts. so to lose one was to experince the loss of one so loved all over again.
His Eighteenth Birthday was his first extended leave from active duty. Rather then stay on Dxun he took the opportunity to see the galaxy. Month's were spent traversing the stars moving from place to place. It wasn't long before he found that controlled environments of republic space not to his liking and returned to Dxun. The day of his return he met a Twi'lek from a visiting clan who called herself Ray. It wasn't long before the two were inseparable. Barley month's after they had met Krae found out that Ray was pregnant. The two then Vowed to spend their lives together.
Their Child Violet was born day's after Krae's nineteenth birthday. Her name was the source of her peculiar coloring. The next week's found the couple around Violets Cradle and Krae was truly happy for the first time since his father had died. unfortunately it wasn't long until Both Krae and Ray we're recalled into active duty and their Daughter was left to be raised by the clan.
Age twenty found him far from Dxun on a mission. It was but the first of many Birthdays he would miss of his Daughters. The only good thing that had happened was that Krae had used what influence he had to have Ray transferred into the same squad as himself and so when they had to leave home they could at least go together.
Determined not to miss her second Krae requested leave as did Ray. His was granted but her's was not. so mere day's before the Violet was two Ray departed on her mission. Torn between seeing her go without him and Being there for his Daughter Krae decided to stay. The Month's that followed Ray's squad never came back. No one was sure what had happened to them just that they never returned. Ray was Missing in Action along with the rest of his team.
Krae immediately began searching for them heading to there last known location. the search had him once more running across the galaxy following up whatever information he could find until at last he discovered their ship crashed on the surface of the planet Dantooine. They had been shot down by Pirates was all that he could find out. Everyone had died. Once more something precious had been ripped away from him because he had not been good enough. He decided that a better man would have done his duty and gone on the mission.
His twenty first found him floating outside his own ship attempting to patch the hull so he could get under way. All he had done over the previous Year after discovering Ray's fate was work. Mission after Mission never staying on Dxun longer then it took to get another assignment. He was once again throwing himself at anything that allowed him to forget but this time he was pushing himself to be stronger, for Violets sake even though had only seen her for days at a time over the last year had told himself he was doing this for her. Every mission was done so he could become strong enough to protect her.
twenty two was another year of non stop work. Violets fourth birthday came and went with Krae out doing whatever his superiors told him too. Still pushing for strength as his Daughter grew up without him. He tried not to think about that, tried not to think about anything other then the here and now.
Despite his best efforts his twenty third birthday found him training outside his home on Dxun, He had spent the few days since his return with his clan members who were pushing him to prepare for his Daughters sixth birthday, It had been the first time he had taken a look out how her schooling was progressing. Her academics were excellent but her combat studies were possibly the worst in her class. so despite wanting to escape into his next mission Krae opted to stay on Dxun and instruct her himself.
He trained her primarily in sword play, although he brought her ranged weapons up to par as well she soon was a student reminiscent of himself as the year progressed he was pleased to find her at the top of her class with a sword. It was only a little while later that the mission he had so hoped for came around and he declined it with a smile. It was time to raise his daughter.
For the next year his schedule was repeated every day with only minor differences. He would get up early and practice until he was warmed up, then he would get violet out of bed and have her also run through her lessons of the previous day and then she would be off to school and would practice with the adult's of camp until she was done, then came the first time he had spent his free time doing something other then training since he had worn diapers. he would devise some activity and spend the day with Violet, and so through this a bond grew and while not completely whole Krae was once more happy.
25 - 30 Years of age
Just like for his father the day came when he received orders that he would be returning to active duty, this assignment was about as routine as the came, a Straight forward scouting mission. He had done these mission's without incident missions but this time was different. Not long after entering the jungle he came across what had been a camp. He tracked the trespassers for day's through the forest until he finally discovered a contingent of republic soldiers.
Krae knew immediately he was going to have to take them out but the odds weren't in his favor. Still after days of preparing he killed most of the unit through cleverly placed traps and the last few he dispatched with his own blades. He was promoted after returning to his clan. The rest of year was spent doing similar missions around the compound so he could take care of his daughter.
Eventually his strange habit's such as talking to himself and constantly challenging others to duels began to wear on the higher up's so at age twenty six He was told he was being transferred into a newly formed team known as the blood pack, He would be permanently stationed on Felucia. So Krae took Violet away from her home on Dxun and traveled to the fungi covered world of Felucia where he would meet the newly assembled team.
His first impression was that he had been dumped off on a backwater planet by the Mandalorian brass but soon this idea was dissuaded. Felucia gave the wrong impression at first glance. Mushrooms towering over him like giant trees as well as other large species of plant life covered the surface made it seem as if the planet were nothing but a peaceful jungle. This was soon proven false after encountering some of the local wildlife during a training exercise to bring the twelve man team up to speed.
At age twenty seven he discovered that more then vicious animals called the planet home. The fungi of Felucia waged a war on the Mandalorians who left the base, Spores would cling to their armor and on rare occasions that it made contact with skin during prolonged exposure, the fungi would take root in the nervous system and slowly destroy the body as it grew. This was the fashion in which the first member of the Blood Pack died.
Felucia was perhaps one of the worst places to attempt to raise a child. Simply because leaving the compound was dangerous without a full and sealed suit of Beskar and a squad of highly trained soldiers to watch you're back.
It was for his twenty eighth birthday he received his second Beskar sword. This he one he named Retribution. He had the name inscribed on the blade in Mandalorian just he had with his first sword which he still carried. he had trained to duel wield the swords before but now he had two swords of his own and so the training began again. At first he found the added weapon difficult but already possessing a considerable amount of skill in that area he soon was as good with two blades as with one. It helped that the Blood Pack had access to the best trainers and weapons that the Mandalorians could offer.
Krae's twenty ninth year of life found him almost as happy as when Ray had died. His Daughters was ten years old and the bond between the two couldn't have been stronger. He was pleased to find that while she was pretty good with a blade she had decided to hone her mind into a weapon even more so then her body. Many night's were spent with him reading off test questions while she answered them from memory.
He was also glad to find that she had taken his habit of ceaseless practice and training and applied it to her own skill set. often enough he would come into her room and find her passed out over some book or another and it was then he knew how Kask had felt carrying him back to his bunk all those year's ago. Pride, He was proud of his Daughter for pushing her limit's.
Age thirty came after a series of missions that could be deemed suicidal. The Blood Pack had earned itself a reputation for getting jobs done that no one else would even take. Despite Kraes pride in the Blood Packs reputation because of the nature of the assignments he lost many team mates, usually just as he had gotten to know them. His Daughter at age eleven had already seen into the heart of what it meant to be a Mandalorian and while this broke his heart on some level she couldn't have been happier.
Proud of her father and the other members of the team she became like the Blood packs mascot, the child's pride in they're work kept them from breaking under the pressure of the work they were set.
Of his team mates Krae fought the hardest. he always told Violet he would return and that was a promise he refused to break. Thirty came and went in the hectic lifestyle that anyone who survived more then few missions was used too.
31 - Present day
Thirty one was the beginning of the Blood Packs fall from glory. It started with a mission that Krae will remember until the day he dies. It was as suicidal as many of the other' he had been on but this time someone messed up, They were quick to realize they had been tricked. the Mission turned out to be fake. Based on bad intelligence, the Blood Pack found themselves in the middle of a republic ambush. Krae fought his way out like he had always done but several others didn't. The biggest part of the Blood Pack died during that ambush.
There numbers depleted to but a scant few they waited for recruits that never came. No one wanted to join, after they're recent failure had cost them so much many Mandalorians saw joining as a Death sentence.
Thirty two came and found the Blood Pack in worse condition then the previous year. Despite the lack of new recruits what remained of the team were still sent on suicide missions. All of which Krae came back from but still he began to wonder if the Brass was trying to kill them. The Blood Pack had become a joke behind closed doors.
If it hadn't been for Violet they never would have hung on as long as they had. She kept there spirits alive.
at age Thirty three Krae sat around a table with with what team mates were left celebrating his Daughters fourteenth Birthday. It was nothing special and although it wasn't quit time for her coming of age ceremony Krae couldn't help but get her a sword similar to his own. Beskar woven but slightly shorter. His Daughter hugged him and told him in private she would name the blade mercy. Krae told her that Mercy was a good name but that she should only show mercy to those who deserved it.
The rest of the year progressed uneventfully for once, Krae still maintaining his training schedule in his free team which he had a lot of. For one blissful year he was able to see his Daughter everyday without fear of it being the last time he would do so.
As luck would have it his Thirty fourth birthday saw his return to action. Forced to set out only days before Violets Fifteenth birthday. Krae told her that Brass was lucky it wasn't her sixteenth because other wise he wouldn't have been going on the mission. His return to the base on Felucia was long awaited. Month's had passed while he was away on a brutal assignment to assassinate some dignitary of a small planet that was making move's that could have been detrimental to the Mandalorians.
Age thirty five was a continued series of mission although luckily the mortality rate of those had gone done. Mostly because the Blood Pack no longer had the resources to cover all of the missions requests they received. Still Krae turned down all missions the month's preceding his Daughters sixteenth birthday, It was time for her rite of passage and to make her Beskar. He offered her what help he could. The first time he saw her in Beskar'gam he couldn't have been more proud.
His daughter was now a Mandalorian in full. The rest of the year passed uneventfully except for Krae worried obsessively about Violets welfare while she was away on missions although he made sure they were all low key, scouting missions. sometimes even accompanying her.
Age Thirty six saw Krae and Violet going on many missions together and of a much more dangerous nature. It had taken her only a year of service before she had been allowed to join the Blood Pack and although Krae was not entirely happy with the assignment he was glad it allowed them to continue living under the same roof. Still On the mission he didn't go along with her he trained non-stop.
He was on the final brink of how much time one could spend a day training and by now the motions were so practiced he had to go out of his way and invent complex and convoluted maneuvers to keep his mind occupied. It was easier when he was away on his own assignment's he didn't have time to think about the horrors that could befall his last remaining loved one.
His thirty seventh birthday was the end of his life as far as Krae was concerned. Violet who had already proven herself skilled for her age, secretly Krae envisioned she was even more dangerous then he had been at her age. Still he felt that it was best to keep her away from full on Blood pack missions. So she was left scout around Felucia both on the planet as well as off. The Mission following her eighteenth birthday was to be her last. Krae never pieced together exactly what had happened to her, only that her tracking beacon led him to something that bore more resemblance to scrap metal then a ship.
who Krae had been died at the sight of the ship floating through space. the pain to great to truly be experienced he locked away inside him. Quietly he floated through the wreckage searching for any sign that his worst fears had been realized. Her helmet floated past him confirming what he had already know. Violet was dead, even if she had survive whatever had destroyed her ship she wouldn't have survived more then minutes in this environment.
The only other clue he found that she had been on the ship was the sword he had given her for her fifteenth birthday. Slowly he retrieved the blade called mercy from it's space next to captains chair in what was left of the cockpit.
as one could imagine the following year was brutal Krae. Given to rapid mood swings that didn't show any sign's of improving and he spoke to himself more then before, he would spend hour's trying to find a reason his daughter had died but in the end he could glean know clues from the wreckage other then the ship that had attacked it had obviously been much larger.
By the time of Krae's thirty eighth birthday Krae had finally lost it. His practice sessions were near ceaseless. A few hours of sleep and a couple scant meals were the only breaks in his training. Even performing the schedule while on his way to mission objectives. The year passed in this fashion. Training, Missions and repeat.
His thirty ninth birthday was much the same as his last. He spent it in the training yard. He was aware he had gotten older but he didn't care. Nothing mattered, he kept doing what he did because there was no other option. He had given up but couldn't let himself curl up and die. Only a few months of the year had passed when he received some new's that gave him pause. For the first time in years the Blood Pack was getting some new recruits.
Pass:Kylah
RP Sample:
Sweat glistened off his body as Krae whirled in circles lashing out at, and defending against Imaginary enemies. He flew through a series of complex forms so quickly his blades became gray blurs in the air. Every movement was executed with perfectly calculated force and the precision of a master. None of this occurred to him, He wasn't thinking about training. His Mind had strayed to memories of his family. He wondered what Ray would have thought of the woman Violet had grown into, if she would have been proud... how she would have reacted if she saw him like this.
It was then he realized his mind was straying to places he didn't wish to visit. He had faced numerous enemies and emerged victorious, but you couldn't fight emotions with steel and Blasters. Almost immediately he invented a move that required him focus on his swords lest he cut himself in half. It was then that communication's terminal that stood in the corner of the training room beeped. Krae froze halfway through a kick and had anyone walked in and found himself in such a ridiculous pose they would certainly have died laughing, but he didn't care.
He held the position without giving it much thought and his cold gray eye's rested on the blinking light the look on his face indicating that the little light had wrong him in someway. His temper always so close to the surface these day's boiled up into a fury and for a brief moment he seriously considered destroying the console but he regained control. "Console Alert? That is a communications terminal, it's reasonable to assume that I have been sent a message. Message? Yes, likely brass has given me a mission. Still trying to get me killed I suppose." Krae's leg dropped from the kick and he slowly approached the terminal and tapped in his name and pass code.
however as he began to read the message he froze his eye's no longer running across the the lines of text. "Recruits? Odd, we haven't received recruits in approximately two years. Reason? They have finally answered our requests for more support? Unlikely. Alternative? they have found soldiers they wish to make vanish? Probable."
