Post by Krowbar on Jan 1, 2015 23:46:26 GMT -5
Faction: Republic
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Staff Sergeant [SSG]
Name: Keegan "Scythe" Kahrana
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 153 lbs.
Birth place: Kuat
Appearance: Its quickly evident to anyone that Keegan was built to be a runner. He has an athletic build, with a healthy mix of compacted muscle and a thin, somewhat lanky frame. His dirty blonde hair is kept cut close to his head, and his eyes are a pale cyan-blue. His jaw is strongly square in shape, with sharp edges and features. Not many scars or markings are found on him, aside from a few minors scratches on his forearms, and a tattoo of his ranking insignia on his left shoulder. The skin itself is relatively pale, tanned only around commonly exposed areas like the eyes, fingers, forearms and neck.
Personality: Some could describe Keegan as being strangely charismatic. If no one else, he can manage to convince himself that he has a sense of humor. Although he may jest at a serious situation in attempt to lighten the mood, his one decent trait is that he knows how to shut up and focus when the time is right. He tends to inadvertently bond with those around him, his squad mates especially so. He regards them as nothing less than family, and should one of them fall in combat, Keegan is prone to be more psychologically affected than most others. Relating to which, is his temper, always kept on a very short fuse. Should it get the best of him, it's the one thing that may severely cloud his judgment and focus. On another note, he's typically optimistic about new people, but he has his quirks when it comes to social interaction. For instance, if someone interrupts him while talking, he will likely consider them the bane of his existence. A small part of his demeanor could be described in part as bipolar. One minor event could turn him from down and agitated into nearly insane. How ever much he can control his temper, that element will still exist within him. Overall, he's a high energy - nonstop individual in almost every aspect. He can't stand cabin fever, and would rather run in twenty circles than sit down to do something productive.
Equipment: Some prefer to save their credits for a new living room suite, clothing, perhaps even to treat themselves to dinner on occasion. Keegan on the other hand is a gun nut. If he had his way, an entire arsenal would be at his disposal, but thankfully for the galaxy, he only has dominion over a /small/ arsenal.
Hardware -
-Primary: (One of the three typically trades out for the other two) SND - 1171 ShotBlaster
EA-113 Precision Rifle
P2800 Defensive Weapon
-Secondary: K-7b Light Blaster Pistol
-Melee: 2x Vibro-daggers
-Explosives: 2x Thermal detonators; ENVI Mine
-Armor: Deadlock V.7
Links
Deadlock V.7
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/17991/deadlock-7?page=1&scrollTo=123614
P2800
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/17746/p2800-defensive-weapon
SND -1171 Shotblaster
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/19917/snd-1171-shotblaster
K-7b light
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/103345/7b-liight-blaster
EA-113 rifle
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/17068/ea-113-precision-rifle
ENVI Mine
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/12335/envi-mine
Skills: Specializes in Close Quarter Combat, Familiarized in basic field medical skills and procedures, Master-level bottle opener.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
The Core-
-Farrfin
Blaster fire rang out in all directions. Seven bodies lay among the five standing men, cornered against a massive onslaught of mercenaries and cartel. Among that five was Keegan Kahrana. With the survivors was also the twelve-man team's leader, heard shouting for another power cell before he was cut short by a blaster bolt piercing his shoulder. Keegan was the first to grab him, assessing the wound as he dragged him behind a large, fallen column. The bolt passed straight through a main artery in the shoulder blade, but strangely, instead of cauterizing the wound - he was bleeding out. Eventually he found that the bolt had managed to shatter the man's armor, sending shrapnel along with it deep into his flesh. There wasn't the time or the means to deal with something this severe, he just had to keep him from going into shock. Something like this would be difficult to treat under ideal conditions, much less when you have a small war on your hands. Hostiles were getting bolder, drawing in to about 50 meters away. Still, he could only wonder who the hell these people were. His team had deployed only days ago to act as recon on a newly discovered weapons dealer, but they never suspected them to have this level of hardware, never mind the thugs to wield it. Regardless, it wouldn't matter if everyone was dead. Backup should have been there by now, and they had resorted to chucking thermal detonators to hold off the oncoming horde. Like anything, it was just a matter of time.
-Twenty-Six Years Ago-
A young couple on Kuat counts their blessings as their second son is safely delivered. Merrick and Delainia Kahrana were their names. With Merrick having went through his life as a mere mechanic, the family is poverty-stricken and deprived of the lavish lifestyle many of their friends and relatives enjoy. Here, speeder or craft mechanics were common enough to almost be worthless, and floating a business alone as one was counted as a major achievement. What they did have wad sacrificed for the two boys, who soon are sent off to get a decent education. Between their studies, and what few things their father teaches them, the two live a very sheltered childhood. One thing that would carry through to Keegan, was that his father was a man of principle. That was something he and his brother Mordecai would respect and adopt throughout their own lives in the years to come. At home, the two were constantly put to work. Typically they were assigned simple housework - feeding livestock, cleaning, and what seemed to be the most purposefully meaningless errands one could concept. Yet as their mother saw it, an idle mind was the devil's playground. Despite all of this, Keegan performed exceptionally poorly at his studies. If a subject interested him, or he thought it useful or relevant, he could push himself to pursue it. Otherwise, his lack of motivation prevented him from being very successful. That coupled with the fact that he hated office work from an early age.
Mordecai himself was very much like his brother from a young age, aside from a few key characteristics. He tended to be more cool and collected, able to reasonably think things through whereas Keegan would have already flown off of his chain. He also tended to have a higher philosophy about things when Keegan was content with keeping the "it just is" mentality. Both were very necessary things for him to influence his younger brother with, who looked up to him a little more than he knew.
As he entered his teens, a new fire burned under him that drove him nearly mad at the thought of it. Never before in his younger years had he truly contemplated the complexity of the galaxy. The masses of civilizations, cultures, species and planets that inhabited it fascinated him. The thought of free, open space thrilled him to the core, and it burned in him what change he might make, or what role he would play in the world. For all he knew, he was destined to be a hero. Soon enough though he would dismiss the thought as childish dreams, or some sick, twisted tactic used by recruiters.
Although living in a rather secluded, uneventful part of the world is pretty mundane for a teenage kid, what it does provide is time. Time that he spent actively involved in whatever was around him. Keegan was known to be extremely athletic almost since birth. If he was left with nothing else to do, he would run. Anywhere. Or nowhere. In circles, if he had to.
He would stalk and chase the local fauna, and on occasion be stalked and chased /by/ the local fauna. It never mattered. He simply couldn't stay in one place for too long.
The one and only exception to this was holochess, which he developed a genuine love for at an early age. Throughout the dozens, then hundreds of times he played, he never seemed to have improved, and is still relatively bad at the game, yet he enjoys it.
Neither of their parents consented to teaching them how to fight. While not exactly pacifists, they assumed that if their children had no knowledge of it, they would be less inclined to do it. Thus, Keegan was forced to learn from experience. His first real fight came from a school rivalry, started primarily by other kids simply wanting to watch one, provoking the two. Some placed bets, others only watched. There had been no clear winner until Mordecai took notice, taking the cue to beat his brother's opponent over the head with a rock. Repeatedly. An onlooker complained about the unfair fight, only to be greeted with the same rock hurled at his face. Both boys were highly repremanded, not only by their superiors but more so from their parents. Eventually, and through much debate, they determined they needed to be taught how to defend themselves
properly. However much they disliked it, they would need to know what to do if the time came where it was a situation they had no control over. The two brothers got some basic tips from their father, and were eventually taught some of how to shoot.
His brother was likely his greatest inspiration. The two were extremely competitive, without which they likely would have had no motivation to train against one another. The two eventually found themselves at the head of a track and field group, where they finally felt at home. Challenge is what always seemed to fuel him throughout anything he did.
At eighteen, that great challenge seemed to have finally come. The two enlisted in the Republic's military. Despite stereotypes, he never felt any compelling sense of duty, or a need to serve. He simply saw it as an adventure that nothing else could provide. A chance to travel the galaxy, work with some of the latest in technology, and to feel the challenge of the overall environment was what really drew him in, although part of his instinct was to follow Mordecai, believing he should make the right change in the world.
Their parents hardly approved of their decision, and werent afraid to address it. It took Mordecai a three hour talk with his father to calm him down, eventually to where he nearly accepted their decision. Although he didnt approve, he was able to talk their mother into facing facts that they couldnt keep them on a leash forever.
With the boys not around to help any longer, Merrick eventually resorted to working in a library alongside his wife. It was a big change, but an enjoyable and relaxing one. It was an old friend who had landed him the job in the first place, but he found he enjoyed it more than he expected. Delainia's love of books and knowledge was every bit as strong as her husband's, and she was soon drawn to find a place there with him.
Until now his life had been almost completely sheltered, mostly oblivious to the conflicts of the outer world. That was about to change drastically. Basic training came as one of his first and simplest obstacles. He loved it. Not only was it something he felt he'd trained his entire life for, but the pain fueled his determination. Through the years he learned more than he could imagine, and began to fit in with some of the others. Currently a Specialist, he had also been trained prior as a scout.
He was twenty when he caught his first serious dose of combat. A gunship was bringing in a load of supplies to the small outpost he had just been transferred to. En route, an emergency landing had to be made some ways out from the outpost. As fate or luck would have it, his brother had been assigned to that gunship. Keegan and five others were tasked with heading out to secure it. After reaching the ship, they had encountered a small party of raiders, and after a brief skirmish were driven back to their speeders. At some point in the chaos, he noticed the ship up in flames, presumably with its crew. No one suspected any survivors. He was slightly stunned. Never had he encountered the thought or possibility of losing his brother, much less like this. But those thoughts soon turned to malice, and that malice, to action. He and three others set to the task of tracking the raider party that ambushed them, eventually finding and killing most of them.
Not long afterwards, Mordecai and two others were found some ways from the wreckage and rescued. Everyone who'd seen their ship considered them dead on the spot, earning the three some new nicknames and attention. Keegan was haunted at the sight of his brother. He had been told stories of men seeing visions of recently passed comrades shortly after deaths. Realising he wasn't crazy, he became ecstatic to see him alive.
That day was an eye opener for him, and showed him the true nature of things. He had enough of this "adventure". It showed him how he reacted to stress and rage, aswell as some of how he could counter it. He also now had a taste for blood. Things from this point forward tended to be taken far more seriously than his younger self. After several other incidents, he managed to earn the rank of Sergeant. He soon found himself on Coruscant, undergoing specialized training with a new squad. The planet was nothing like he had imagined or had been told. Amazing as it was, a small part of him always would consider it overcrowded.
Nearly immediately after their arrival, himself and eleven others were handpicked for an op to provide recon on a cartel warlord and weapons dealer. Keegan had been selected due to his record primarily. He had been through a fair amount of small conflicts and incidents that gave him a relatively broad field of experience, along with the fact that he was among the best in class regarding physical training. Why wouldn't he go for it? It was one more likely insignificant notch on the belt, and he could use a field trip. Besides that, he actually took this one seriously, and being chosen for it was an honor he couldn't refuse. Details were sketchy, and it was still in the air as to why he needed to be tracked all the way back to Farrfin. Although, that is the lovely thing about the military. Noones there to ask questions, and noone left to give answers.
Before long, Keegan found himself wandering the deserted plains of the hellish planet so many smugglers and overall crooks called home. The team managed to track the local cartel back to an abandoned industrial plant, beyond that, no one truly knows what went wrong. Unbenounced to them, the cartel and local militia had gotten word of their plans, turning the ex-meeting place into a slaughterhouse. The ambush left seven of the twelve men dead, with the remaining five trapped before reinforcements came in and cleaned house. During the fight, Keegan managed to potentially save the life of his commanding officer after he was hit, as he was able to stop the bleeding until reinforcements came in. That was likely the biggest reason behind his following promotion.
Through the next three years he would find himself scattered about through various depolyments, training all the while. Between him and his brother or him and his squadmates, he always had a fuel for competition and a reason to better himself. His comrades enjoyed his banter when he was in a good mood, but often didn't tried to approach him if they suspected that he wasn't. Part of this was their knowledge of his true nature, as he would consistently steal and eat any pies made for or sent to the barracks.
The lives lost throughout his time still linger in his mind. Each one ignited a spark of defiance deep inside of him. Had his superiors not been so careless, seven more men might still be alive. To inwardly question authority was a quality in him that he knew he needed to suppress, but would always be there.
Password: Rab Work
RP Sample:
-Crunch-....-Crunch-.... -CRACK- The lenses of Marro's goggles smash beneath Keegan's boot as the two search through the rubble and broken glass where he dropped them.
"Err.... Found 'em."
His friend rushes over exhausted after half an hour of digging, searching, and two fingers nearly mutilated by broken glass. His relief is short lived once he spots them crushed beneath Keegan's foot.
"About bloody time, glad I drug you out here to help. Lemme see -...
Damn you."
"Right, uh...yeah. Pretty sure I should get going now.. Runnin' late for a... thing."
"Aahh, I see. You owe me credits for some new lenses then."
"Come on brother, you wouldn't 've found those damn things anyways."
"You're right. You can just come over and help fix my speeder for me instead."
"Hm. So first I'm you're search dog and now I'm a mechanic eh?"
"Well hey, you could always just hire a mechanic with those credits you owe me."
Keegan laughed and groaned to himself quietly as Marro took off into a nearby office, likely to try to "borrow" some credits or play one of the childish pranks he was known for. Things had been quiet lately, and whether it was done good or bad, it was the jokers and idiots like themselves that kept everyone sane. Almost everyone, at least.
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Staff Sergeant [SSG]
Name: Keegan "Scythe" Kahrana
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 153 lbs.
Birth place: Kuat
Appearance: Its quickly evident to anyone that Keegan was built to be a runner. He has an athletic build, with a healthy mix of compacted muscle and a thin, somewhat lanky frame. His dirty blonde hair is kept cut close to his head, and his eyes are a pale cyan-blue. His jaw is strongly square in shape, with sharp edges and features. Not many scars or markings are found on him, aside from a few minors scratches on his forearms, and a tattoo of his ranking insignia on his left shoulder. The skin itself is relatively pale, tanned only around commonly exposed areas like the eyes, fingers, forearms and neck.
Personality: Some could describe Keegan as being strangely charismatic. If no one else, he can manage to convince himself that he has a sense of humor. Although he may jest at a serious situation in attempt to lighten the mood, his one decent trait is that he knows how to shut up and focus when the time is right. He tends to inadvertently bond with those around him, his squad mates especially so. He regards them as nothing less than family, and should one of them fall in combat, Keegan is prone to be more psychologically affected than most others. Relating to which, is his temper, always kept on a very short fuse. Should it get the best of him, it's the one thing that may severely cloud his judgment and focus. On another note, he's typically optimistic about new people, but he has his quirks when it comes to social interaction. For instance, if someone interrupts him while talking, he will likely consider them the bane of his existence. A small part of his demeanor could be described in part as bipolar. One minor event could turn him from down and agitated into nearly insane. How ever much he can control his temper, that element will still exist within him. Overall, he's a high energy - nonstop individual in almost every aspect. He can't stand cabin fever, and would rather run in twenty circles than sit down to do something productive.
Equipment: Some prefer to save their credits for a new living room suite, clothing, perhaps even to treat themselves to dinner on occasion. Keegan on the other hand is a gun nut. If he had his way, an entire arsenal would be at his disposal, but thankfully for the galaxy, he only has dominion over a /small/ arsenal.
Hardware -
-Primary: (One of the three typically trades out for the other two) SND - 1171 ShotBlaster
EA-113 Precision Rifle
P2800 Defensive Weapon
-Secondary: K-7b Light Blaster Pistol
-Melee: 2x Vibro-daggers
-Explosives: 2x Thermal detonators; ENVI Mine
-Armor: Deadlock V.7
Links
Deadlock V.7
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/17991/deadlock-7?page=1&scrollTo=123614
P2800
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/17746/p2800-defensive-weapon
SND -1171 Shotblaster
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/19917/snd-1171-shotblaster
K-7b light
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/103345/7b-liight-blaster
EA-113 rifle
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/17068/ea-113-precision-rifle
ENVI Mine
swrponline2.proboards.com/thread/12335/envi-mine
Skills: Specializes in Close Quarter Combat, Familiarized in basic field medical skills and procedures, Master-level bottle opener.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
The Core-
-Farrfin
Blaster fire rang out in all directions. Seven bodies lay among the five standing men, cornered against a massive onslaught of mercenaries and cartel. Among that five was Keegan Kahrana. With the survivors was also the twelve-man team's leader, heard shouting for another power cell before he was cut short by a blaster bolt piercing his shoulder. Keegan was the first to grab him, assessing the wound as he dragged him behind a large, fallen column. The bolt passed straight through a main artery in the shoulder blade, but strangely, instead of cauterizing the wound - he was bleeding out. Eventually he found that the bolt had managed to shatter the man's armor, sending shrapnel along with it deep into his flesh. There wasn't the time or the means to deal with something this severe, he just had to keep him from going into shock. Something like this would be difficult to treat under ideal conditions, much less when you have a small war on your hands. Hostiles were getting bolder, drawing in to about 50 meters away. Still, he could only wonder who the hell these people were. His team had deployed only days ago to act as recon on a newly discovered weapons dealer, but they never suspected them to have this level of hardware, never mind the thugs to wield it. Regardless, it wouldn't matter if everyone was dead. Backup should have been there by now, and they had resorted to chucking thermal detonators to hold off the oncoming horde. Like anything, it was just a matter of time.
-Twenty-Six Years Ago-
A young couple on Kuat counts their blessings as their second son is safely delivered. Merrick and Delainia Kahrana were their names. With Merrick having went through his life as a mere mechanic, the family is poverty-stricken and deprived of the lavish lifestyle many of their friends and relatives enjoy. Here, speeder or craft mechanics were common enough to almost be worthless, and floating a business alone as one was counted as a major achievement. What they did have wad sacrificed for the two boys, who soon are sent off to get a decent education. Between their studies, and what few things their father teaches them, the two live a very sheltered childhood. One thing that would carry through to Keegan, was that his father was a man of principle. That was something he and his brother Mordecai would respect and adopt throughout their own lives in the years to come. At home, the two were constantly put to work. Typically they were assigned simple housework - feeding livestock, cleaning, and what seemed to be the most purposefully meaningless errands one could concept. Yet as their mother saw it, an idle mind was the devil's playground. Despite all of this, Keegan performed exceptionally poorly at his studies. If a subject interested him, or he thought it useful or relevant, he could push himself to pursue it. Otherwise, his lack of motivation prevented him from being very successful. That coupled with the fact that he hated office work from an early age.
Mordecai himself was very much like his brother from a young age, aside from a few key characteristics. He tended to be more cool and collected, able to reasonably think things through whereas Keegan would have already flown off of his chain. He also tended to have a higher philosophy about things when Keegan was content with keeping the "it just is" mentality. Both were very necessary things for him to influence his younger brother with, who looked up to him a little more than he knew.
As he entered his teens, a new fire burned under him that drove him nearly mad at the thought of it. Never before in his younger years had he truly contemplated the complexity of the galaxy. The masses of civilizations, cultures, species and planets that inhabited it fascinated him. The thought of free, open space thrilled him to the core, and it burned in him what change he might make, or what role he would play in the world. For all he knew, he was destined to be a hero. Soon enough though he would dismiss the thought as childish dreams, or some sick, twisted tactic used by recruiters.
Although living in a rather secluded, uneventful part of the world is pretty mundane for a teenage kid, what it does provide is time. Time that he spent actively involved in whatever was around him. Keegan was known to be extremely athletic almost since birth. If he was left with nothing else to do, he would run. Anywhere. Or nowhere. In circles, if he had to.
He would stalk and chase the local fauna, and on occasion be stalked and chased /by/ the local fauna. It never mattered. He simply couldn't stay in one place for too long.
The one and only exception to this was holochess, which he developed a genuine love for at an early age. Throughout the dozens, then hundreds of times he played, he never seemed to have improved, and is still relatively bad at the game, yet he enjoys it.
Neither of their parents consented to teaching them how to fight. While not exactly pacifists, they assumed that if their children had no knowledge of it, they would be less inclined to do it. Thus, Keegan was forced to learn from experience. His first real fight came from a school rivalry, started primarily by other kids simply wanting to watch one, provoking the two. Some placed bets, others only watched. There had been no clear winner until Mordecai took notice, taking the cue to beat his brother's opponent over the head with a rock. Repeatedly. An onlooker complained about the unfair fight, only to be greeted with the same rock hurled at his face. Both boys were highly repremanded, not only by their superiors but more so from their parents. Eventually, and through much debate, they determined they needed to be taught how to defend themselves
properly. However much they disliked it, they would need to know what to do if the time came where it was a situation they had no control over. The two brothers got some basic tips from their father, and were eventually taught some of how to shoot.
His brother was likely his greatest inspiration. The two were extremely competitive, without which they likely would have had no motivation to train against one another. The two eventually found themselves at the head of a track and field group, where they finally felt at home. Challenge is what always seemed to fuel him throughout anything he did.
At eighteen, that great challenge seemed to have finally come. The two enlisted in the Republic's military. Despite stereotypes, he never felt any compelling sense of duty, or a need to serve. He simply saw it as an adventure that nothing else could provide. A chance to travel the galaxy, work with some of the latest in technology, and to feel the challenge of the overall environment was what really drew him in, although part of his instinct was to follow Mordecai, believing he should make the right change in the world.
Their parents hardly approved of their decision, and werent afraid to address it. It took Mordecai a three hour talk with his father to calm him down, eventually to where he nearly accepted their decision. Although he didnt approve, he was able to talk their mother into facing facts that they couldnt keep them on a leash forever.
With the boys not around to help any longer, Merrick eventually resorted to working in a library alongside his wife. It was a big change, but an enjoyable and relaxing one. It was an old friend who had landed him the job in the first place, but he found he enjoyed it more than he expected. Delainia's love of books and knowledge was every bit as strong as her husband's, and she was soon drawn to find a place there with him.
Until now his life had been almost completely sheltered, mostly oblivious to the conflicts of the outer world. That was about to change drastically. Basic training came as one of his first and simplest obstacles. He loved it. Not only was it something he felt he'd trained his entire life for, but the pain fueled his determination. Through the years he learned more than he could imagine, and began to fit in with some of the others. Currently a Specialist, he had also been trained prior as a scout.
He was twenty when he caught his first serious dose of combat. A gunship was bringing in a load of supplies to the small outpost he had just been transferred to. En route, an emergency landing had to be made some ways out from the outpost. As fate or luck would have it, his brother had been assigned to that gunship. Keegan and five others were tasked with heading out to secure it. After reaching the ship, they had encountered a small party of raiders, and after a brief skirmish were driven back to their speeders. At some point in the chaos, he noticed the ship up in flames, presumably with its crew. No one suspected any survivors. He was slightly stunned. Never had he encountered the thought or possibility of losing his brother, much less like this. But those thoughts soon turned to malice, and that malice, to action. He and three others set to the task of tracking the raider party that ambushed them, eventually finding and killing most of them.
Not long afterwards, Mordecai and two others were found some ways from the wreckage and rescued. Everyone who'd seen their ship considered them dead on the spot, earning the three some new nicknames and attention. Keegan was haunted at the sight of his brother. He had been told stories of men seeing visions of recently passed comrades shortly after deaths. Realising he wasn't crazy, he became ecstatic to see him alive.
That day was an eye opener for him, and showed him the true nature of things. He had enough of this "adventure". It showed him how he reacted to stress and rage, aswell as some of how he could counter it. He also now had a taste for blood. Things from this point forward tended to be taken far more seriously than his younger self. After several other incidents, he managed to earn the rank of Sergeant. He soon found himself on Coruscant, undergoing specialized training with a new squad. The planet was nothing like he had imagined or had been told. Amazing as it was, a small part of him always would consider it overcrowded.
Nearly immediately after their arrival, himself and eleven others were handpicked for an op to provide recon on a cartel warlord and weapons dealer. Keegan had been selected due to his record primarily. He had been through a fair amount of small conflicts and incidents that gave him a relatively broad field of experience, along with the fact that he was among the best in class regarding physical training. Why wouldn't he go for it? It was one more likely insignificant notch on the belt, and he could use a field trip. Besides that, he actually took this one seriously, and being chosen for it was an honor he couldn't refuse. Details were sketchy, and it was still in the air as to why he needed to be tracked all the way back to Farrfin. Although, that is the lovely thing about the military. Noones there to ask questions, and noone left to give answers.
Before long, Keegan found himself wandering the deserted plains of the hellish planet so many smugglers and overall crooks called home. The team managed to track the local cartel back to an abandoned industrial plant, beyond that, no one truly knows what went wrong. Unbenounced to them, the cartel and local militia had gotten word of their plans, turning the ex-meeting place into a slaughterhouse. The ambush left seven of the twelve men dead, with the remaining five trapped before reinforcements came in and cleaned house. During the fight, Keegan managed to potentially save the life of his commanding officer after he was hit, as he was able to stop the bleeding until reinforcements came in. That was likely the biggest reason behind his following promotion.
Through the next three years he would find himself scattered about through various depolyments, training all the while. Between him and his brother or him and his squadmates, he always had a fuel for competition and a reason to better himself. His comrades enjoyed his banter when he was in a good mood, but often didn't tried to approach him if they suspected that he wasn't. Part of this was their knowledge of his true nature, as he would consistently steal and eat any pies made for or sent to the barracks.
The lives lost throughout his time still linger in his mind. Each one ignited a spark of defiance deep inside of him. Had his superiors not been so careless, seven more men might still be alive. To inwardly question authority was a quality in him that he knew he needed to suppress, but would always be there.
Password: Rab Work
RP Sample:
-Crunch-....-Crunch-.... -CRACK- The lenses of Marro's goggles smash beneath Keegan's boot as the two search through the rubble and broken glass where he dropped them.
"Err.... Found 'em."
His friend rushes over exhausted after half an hour of digging, searching, and two fingers nearly mutilated by broken glass. His relief is short lived once he spots them crushed beneath Keegan's foot.
"About bloody time, glad I drug you out here to help. Lemme see -...
Damn you."
"Right, uh...yeah. Pretty sure I should get going now.. Runnin' late for a... thing."
"Aahh, I see. You owe me credits for some new lenses then."
"Come on brother, you wouldn't 've found those damn things anyways."
"You're right. You can just come over and help fix my speeder for me instead."
"Hm. So first I'm you're search dog and now I'm a mechanic eh?"
"Well hey, you could always just hire a mechanic with those credits you owe me."
Keegan laughed and groaned to himself quietly as Marro took off into a nearby office, likely to try to "borrow" some credits or play one of the childish pranks he was known for. Things had been quiet lately, and whether it was done good or bad, it was the jokers and idiots like themselves that kept everyone sane. Almost everyone, at least.
(I'm on the back left)
