Post by Mara on Jan 8, 2009 22:17:11 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Ops.
Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Name: Ambria Frepan Arcane [pron.: AM'bree'ah free'PAHN ar'CANE]
Race: human Mandalorian
Age: 28
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 120 pounds
Appearance: Ambria has black hair cut short and kept close to her head and creamy brown skin that makes her green eyes stand out like emeralds. Her body is lean and toned with muscle. Her left leg from the knee down is completely prosthetic, though covered with dark synthflesh to match her own tone, so unless injured again in the same area, it looks like her own flesh. When not in armor, she dresses simply in brown leggings with black boots and tunics of a plain design and color. And always with her blaster belt around her waist that held a surprisingly modern weapon. Her Mandalorian armor is made of beskar that she has painted a dark amber color.
Birth place: farming community, few kilometers outside Keldabe, Mandalore
Equipment:
MA-80s: sniper rifle
[link to weapon app]
Ne'tra Verd: sniper rifle
[link to weapon app]
MA-115s: sniper rifle
[link to weapon app]
MA-p225l: heavy blaster pistol
[link to weapon app]
MA-p186: light blaster pistol
[link to weapon app]
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Ambria was born in a small farming community outside of Keldabe, the capital city of Mandalore. Her parents worked the land to support their family and the others in the community. She was the only daughter of three children born to Waron and Cele Frepan, natives of the planet; one brother was older, one was younger. Her childhood was that of any baby and toddler; her mother took care of her and nurtured her. She grew up supported by the whole community and played with other children her own age while the adults and the older children worked the farms and tended the livestock.
But at her third birthday, that’s where her childhood veered from that of other beings. She left her mother’s side and her father began to train her in the Mandalorian ways. He taught her how to defend herself, how to fight, the codes of honor. Everything important to her culture was taught to her by her father. This all came very easily to Ambria. In addition to the fact that all children her age in the village were receiving the very same teaching, Ambria sincerely enjoyed these few hours a day with her father. And her father and mother were very proud of her natural ability, figuring she would be a great Mando fighter one day, like the rest of her family.
Though a farmer most of the time, Ambria’s father was a major in the army residing on Mandalore. If any kind of threat would come to their planet or their community, he would join up with the others along with his wife if his children were old enough to be left alone and fight against the intruders. With this in mind, Ambria’s parents knew that their blood flowed thickly through their daughter’s veins.
After she had grown a bit, around the age of six or seven, her father had Ambria spar with her older brother to practice what she had been taught. It was easier for her to fight someone close to her own size. She loved fighting her brother; it was a great way to get her aggression to his annoying habits out of her system. When he became too strong for her, though, she would spar with her childhood friends, both boys and girls and sometimes her younger brother when he could handle it. Through this, she became a great hand-to-hand combatant just like her father.
But fighting hand-to-hand was not the only thing she learned. Her father also taught her how to handle a weapon. He had given her a small holdout blaster to practice with, and after her chores were finished, she would go out back behind the barn and shoot at pretend targets. Getting good at this target practice, she would move the objects farther and farther away in her mind, imagining them first 20 meters in the distance, then 50 and then farther still. Noticing his daughter’s ability at long-distance shooting, on her 11th birthday, he presented her with her own blaster rifle. Ambria grinned from ear to ear on the day she received this gift. She had her own weapon to use and take care of.
Also by this time, her father had taught his daughter all he knew and was busy working with her younger brother and the farm, so she would go out on her own more and more, shooting with her rifle or picking fights with some of her friends to stay in shape. One of these fellow children of the farming community was Turin Arcane, who Ambria loved fighting with often. Perhaps even now it was an unconscious attraction to this boy with the tousled dirty blond hair or perhaps it was because he was one of the few who made it a challenge for her and who could actually beat her.
Ambria had grown womanly and less girly over the new few years. And Turin liked to take advantage of this, sometimes using her hair to pull her down or throwing a kick to her small waist. He knew that she was older and could sustain harder punches and attacks, and so he would battle with her this way. Sometimes their spars would last hours, only ending when their parents called them in to dinner or when it was too dark to see their opponents.
One of these times they had wandered far from the clearing made in the jungle for the farming community and were sparring amidst the jungle foliage on the outskirts. To an eye unaccustomed to Mandos, it might look like they were fighting dirty, fighting without rules, but to them it was perfectly natural. Knowing his penchant for using her hair against her, Ambria had cut her hair the week before, keeping it scupted next to her head and being too short to pull anywhere. But Turin came at her anyway, throwing kicks and punches, and she reacted in kind to his attacks. He got her in a headlock, and she kicked back into his groin, disabling him momentarily, mumbling about how he was old enough to get some armor.
Another moment found them grappling and landing on the soft jungle ground. Laughing at their clumsiness, they stopped for a breather lying there. And that moment was also when Ambria finally realized her favorite childhood sparring partner was more than just someone she enjoying fighting against. She was attracted to him in more ways than she could count or even put words to. There among the small ferns, Turin kissed her, and she responded back.
Over the next couple of years, Turin courted her in earnest, after getting her acceptance that this was what she wanted. She had chosen him. Ambria’s parents approved of the match, knowing Turin’s parents very well. They could not wait to accept Turin into their family and enjoying watching their daughter with him, with Waron keeping an especially close eye on the couple when they would go out together.
While Turin was not visiting Ambria at her father's home, she also was headed for her verd'goten since she had turned 13. For a few weeks after her birthday, she wasn't sure what her trial would entail, and she looked forward to this moment with excitement and also some trepidation. She knew that this was the next step of her life as a Mandalorian, saying she was ready to be called a Mandalorian warrior, and she would become a full member of the community, both here in her village and the larger community of Mandos spread around the galaxy.
Every morning Ambria woke up, she hoped to hear from her father or her mother about what they would choose for her verd'goten. But weeks after her 13th birthday went by without anything. Ambria did not want to marry Turin and start her life without being fully acclimated into the Mandalorian culture and lifestyle. She began to get impatient and began neglecting her training, her shooting and fighting skills becoming somewhat lax.
But then one morning, early, before the stars had fully disappeared, she was woken up by her father Waron. She was to start her trial this morning. Eager, Ambria quickly grabbed her pack from its position near her bed. Her father explained to her what she must do: go deep into the jungle below the city of Keldabe and survive without any man-made weaponry for three days, two nights. Ambria would be roughing it in the jungle. Her father enticed her with the promise that when she returned successfully, he would have a surprise for her.
Smiling, Ambria was more than eager to start on her journey. She took leave of her parents and brothers and also Turin and his family. Then she started her long walk away from the farming clearing and on closer to the jungle she could see on the horizon. The first night she slept on the outside of the jungle, not wanting to head any farther after she lost the light. The next morning she continued deeper in the jungle looking for a prime spot to make camp near a river or spring. Finding it, she made camp and prepared to capture something for her dinner. All in all it was an uneventful day until it came time for her to sleep. Sounds were all around her, sounds she could not identify, and she began to have extreme paranoia about whether something was trying to stalk her or attack her. Ambria didn't sleep a wink that night, keeping herself alert for anything with a spear she had fashioned earlier that day by her side. Eventually, morning came, and Ambria made her way back to her community. At dusk, she came to her father's house dirty and tired but alive. She had survived.
Very pleased, that night Ambria's father presented her with a new set of armor, painted a deep amber. Overjoyed, she immediately put it on, even though she was tired from her kilometers-plus trek back home. Her parents held a celebration that night in her honor and invited the entire community. That night, taking her alone, Turin proposed to her and she immediately accepted.
Ambria spent the next year or so of her life planning for what was ahead: her wedding to Turin Arcane. With not much to do,for the actual day, she spent most of her time helping Turin build their house near the property of Turin's parents'. After the basic outline was up, she began to plot out rooms, planning for a large family.
A week after she turned 15, the house was finished, and Ambria was dressing and getting ready to unite her life with her love Turin.
After the brief ceremony, there was another huge celebration held in the small community. And that night, after the long party had went deep into the night, she joined her new husband in their home for the very first time, and hoped in her heart that they would have many blessed years together, hopefully forever.
But the fates did not have Ambria's current happiness in mind when pack of intruders, renegades, pirates, descended upon the peaceful farming community the next year. They were hoping to avoid detection by landing far from the city they could see in the treetops and instead focusing on the land surrounding it. The small battered freighter landed, and immediately warnings rang out among the villagers. Farmers and mechanics and metalworkers transformed easily into battle-hardened warriors with just a change of some armor and adorning their weapons. Ambria, not yet a mother, and Turin joined in the melee along with everyone else. No one questioned who they were or why they had come; it was their duty to defend themselves.
The Mandalorians brought the battle to the intruding pirates. Whether it was because they were taken by surprise at the readiness of the villagers or because they had not been expecting to find Mandos out this far, the battle quickly surged in favor of the natives. Though, the pirates were holding their own, especially when two small fighters deployed from the back of the freighter, strafing the landscape.
Everyone fought hard and most of the pirates died, ending the battle before even an hour had been up. The remaining few pirates ran for their freighter and took off, the two fighters speeding on after them. A few war cries could be heard on different parts of the battlefield. Ambria smiled to herself; she had survived and fought hard during her first battle. She congratulated a few others on her way to her home, brimming over with her experience to tell her husband. But when she got there, he was not there. She waited and yet she did not return. She was about to head over to his parents' home, wondering if he was speaking with them when she heard a bloodcurdling cry; her mother-in-law. Ambria ran from her house to where she heard the yell. The older woman was kneeling on the ground in front of a prone Mando clad in armor, her helmet removed showing her tears.
Ambria immediately recognized the bronzed armor--Turin. She didn't want to believe it at first, but then her mother-in-law removed the helmet revealing her husband's face. Stunned, she could only stand there staring at Turin's unmoving face. Her childhood love was gone. She didn't cry. She didn't rant. She had no emotion because she wasn't sure which one to show. Or even if she had any. She left the older woman sobbing over her son and turned her back, going back to the home she had built with her husband. Not speaking to anyone, she packed up a bag and left the small farming community, starting on the long way towards the jungle to the city in the trees, to Keldabe.
She found transport off of Mandalore and headed out into the galaxy, picking Concord Dawn, wanting to be near her own kind but not wanting any more contact with her family or her extended family. Even though she was only 16, Ambria felt as if she was already twice or three times that age. Her heart was heavy but quiet as she watched the small figure of her home planet disappear through the viewport. It was time for a change in her life.
On Concord Dawn, Ambria quickly got herself a small apartment to stay in while she did the only thing she could think of: she joined the official Mandalorian army. She started out from the bottom, but quickly moved up in the lower ranks due to her natural talent with firearms, especially the long-range sniper rifles and carbines.
Ambria engaged in several small minor battles with her battle group, suppressing militants and rebels on various Mandalorian-held worlds and territories.
During one of these battles, there were so many she forgot which world she was even on, Ambria was severely wounded in her lower leg, and it had to be later amputated below the knee to prevent further infection from spreading. She was not a one to be discouraged though; she recuperated quickly back on Concord Dawn's medical facilities. One her stub had healed enough, she was given a prosthetic leg covered in dark synthflesh to match her own skin. She rehabbed with the leg to get used to it gradually, and after a couple of months, it was if the injury had never happened. And with the synthflesh attached to it, no one would ever know it wasn't her own flesh and blood. Just under a year after being wounded, she returned to active duty, joining her comrades at arms. After doing so, she was promoted again.
Here, she discovered she had a gift for bandaging wounds and taking care of other small medical needs. Part of her always felt she discovered this passion after she had been severely wounded herself. There was always a soft spot in her heart for the wounded. She could not save her husband years before, but she could save these men and women, her brothers and sisters. After a skirmish ended, she would tend to the needs of the wounded in her regiment. Once, she even had to remove a frag from a scalp wound of her commanding officer, and he commended Ambria for it.
Along with her other stunning recommendations of her service in action, working sometimes as a sniper, sometimes just a regular soldier, added in with her amateur medical expertise and her battle wounds, he recommended her for a commissioned rank of Second Lieutenant. Though she was only 26, she had served in the army for almost 8 years. She received this added rank with applause from her fellows. They all knew she deserved it.
Ambria was excited for this promotion, but sad to leave her fellow soldiers behind when her CO, with her permission, transferred her to a position within a special ops group also based on Concord Dawn. After her farewells to all the people she had gotten to know over the years after joining up with the army, she headed to her apartment--now one in a better area of the city with better furnishings--to pack for her transfer. Ambria packed few belongings, knowing that her home would always be here waiting, near the base where she started. Since the special ops base was nearby, she had no need of acquiring a new place to live. With just her small bag of possessions: some personal items, her sniper rifle, other firearms, some medical supplies and her deep amber armor, she made her way to her career as a Second Lieutenant in the special ops.
[See Ambria's Databank thread for more of her continued adventures.]
RP Sample:
The Republic base was in her sights. She didn't see them, but the young soldier knew that the rest of her group was out there in the distance, ready to storm the entrance once the guard detail had been taken care of. Generally her commander liked to to just jump the guards and take them out face-to-face. But this mission was a little more delicate of nature. It required the utmost secrecy, and surprising the enemy was key to accomplishing what they had to.
The guard had comm rigged to the security system of the base. If he even thought he was in danger, he would press the button. Despite the quickness of her fellow Mandalorian soldiers, that guard would only need a split second to sound the alarm.
That was why Ambria Arcane was camped out far from where the base was, hidden among some rocks and foliage, her rifle stock against her amber-colored shoulder of armor. It was still pretty fresh and new, the dark-skinned woman having only been in the army a couple years.
She waited for the guard to come around to her side of the building. Ambria still couldn't see any of the other Mandalorian soldiers; they were hidden away in striking distance. Apparently the Republic was so paranoid about what they kept in the base that only the one guard was necessary. Once he was gone, they could make quick work of the security cams and get the information they needed. Plans that would make taking down the rest of the Republic army's outpost much easier. If it were up to her, though, the young woman would have had at least a dozen men guarding the sheets of flimsi and datapads. Not just one man with a modified "dead man's switch."
There he was, straight in her rifle sight. She held the weapon steady, closing her left eye to get a clearer look with her right. The guard paused for a moment, and she pressed the trigger. A bolt of energy laced forward, impacting him right in the forehead, between the eyes. He buckled forward on his knees, then lay prone.
From the moment they heard the blaster bolt hit flesh, the Mandalorian soldiers came out of hiding and stormed the door of the base. Ambria smiled to herself; she had done her job. She had been nervous because the man had been a fairly long distance away. But she had no idea the shot had been at 600 meters, a shot she had never taken before, not even on a shooting range. She was satisfied with herself and started packing up, to join her fellows down below in the sacking of the military outpost.
Department: Special Ops.
Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Name: Ambria Frepan Arcane [pron.: AM'bree'ah free'PAHN ar'CANE]
Race: human Mandalorian
Age: 28
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 120 pounds
Appearance: Ambria has black hair cut short and kept close to her head and creamy brown skin that makes her green eyes stand out like emeralds. Her body is lean and toned with muscle. Her left leg from the knee down is completely prosthetic, though covered with dark synthflesh to match her own tone, so unless injured again in the same area, it looks like her own flesh. When not in armor, she dresses simply in brown leggings with black boots and tunics of a plain design and color. And always with her blaster belt around her waist that held a surprisingly modern weapon. Her Mandalorian armor is made of beskar that she has painted a dark amber color.
Birth place: farming community, few kilometers outside Keldabe, Mandalore
Equipment:
MA-80s: sniper rifle
[link to weapon app]
Ne'tra Verd: sniper rifle
[link to weapon app]
MA-115s: sniper rifle
[link to weapon app]
MA-p225l: heavy blaster pistol
[link to weapon app]
MA-p186: light blaster pistol
[link to weapon app]
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 8
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Ambria was born in a small farming community outside of Keldabe, the capital city of Mandalore. Her parents worked the land to support their family and the others in the community. She was the only daughter of three children born to Waron and Cele Frepan, natives of the planet; one brother was older, one was younger. Her childhood was that of any baby and toddler; her mother took care of her and nurtured her. She grew up supported by the whole community and played with other children her own age while the adults and the older children worked the farms and tended the livestock.
But at her third birthday, that’s where her childhood veered from that of other beings. She left her mother’s side and her father began to train her in the Mandalorian ways. He taught her how to defend herself, how to fight, the codes of honor. Everything important to her culture was taught to her by her father. This all came very easily to Ambria. In addition to the fact that all children her age in the village were receiving the very same teaching, Ambria sincerely enjoyed these few hours a day with her father. And her father and mother were very proud of her natural ability, figuring she would be a great Mando fighter one day, like the rest of her family.
Though a farmer most of the time, Ambria’s father was a major in the army residing on Mandalore. If any kind of threat would come to their planet or their community, he would join up with the others along with his wife if his children were old enough to be left alone and fight against the intruders. With this in mind, Ambria’s parents knew that their blood flowed thickly through their daughter’s veins.
After she had grown a bit, around the age of six or seven, her father had Ambria spar with her older brother to practice what she had been taught. It was easier for her to fight someone close to her own size. She loved fighting her brother; it was a great way to get her aggression to his annoying habits out of her system. When he became too strong for her, though, she would spar with her childhood friends, both boys and girls and sometimes her younger brother when he could handle it. Through this, she became a great hand-to-hand combatant just like her father.
But fighting hand-to-hand was not the only thing she learned. Her father also taught her how to handle a weapon. He had given her a small holdout blaster to practice with, and after her chores were finished, she would go out back behind the barn and shoot at pretend targets. Getting good at this target practice, she would move the objects farther and farther away in her mind, imagining them first 20 meters in the distance, then 50 and then farther still. Noticing his daughter’s ability at long-distance shooting, on her 11th birthday, he presented her with her own blaster rifle. Ambria grinned from ear to ear on the day she received this gift. She had her own weapon to use and take care of.
Also by this time, her father had taught his daughter all he knew and was busy working with her younger brother and the farm, so she would go out on her own more and more, shooting with her rifle or picking fights with some of her friends to stay in shape. One of these fellow children of the farming community was Turin Arcane, who Ambria loved fighting with often. Perhaps even now it was an unconscious attraction to this boy with the tousled dirty blond hair or perhaps it was because he was one of the few who made it a challenge for her and who could actually beat her.
Ambria had grown womanly and less girly over the new few years. And Turin liked to take advantage of this, sometimes using her hair to pull her down or throwing a kick to her small waist. He knew that she was older and could sustain harder punches and attacks, and so he would battle with her this way. Sometimes their spars would last hours, only ending when their parents called them in to dinner or when it was too dark to see their opponents.
One of these times they had wandered far from the clearing made in the jungle for the farming community and were sparring amidst the jungle foliage on the outskirts. To an eye unaccustomed to Mandos, it might look like they were fighting dirty, fighting without rules, but to them it was perfectly natural. Knowing his penchant for using her hair against her, Ambria had cut her hair the week before, keeping it scupted next to her head and being too short to pull anywhere. But Turin came at her anyway, throwing kicks and punches, and she reacted in kind to his attacks. He got her in a headlock, and she kicked back into his groin, disabling him momentarily, mumbling about how he was old enough to get some armor.
Another moment found them grappling and landing on the soft jungle ground. Laughing at their clumsiness, they stopped for a breather lying there. And that moment was also when Ambria finally realized her favorite childhood sparring partner was more than just someone she enjoying fighting against. She was attracted to him in more ways than she could count or even put words to. There among the small ferns, Turin kissed her, and she responded back.
Over the next couple of years, Turin courted her in earnest, after getting her acceptance that this was what she wanted. She had chosen him. Ambria’s parents approved of the match, knowing Turin’s parents very well. They could not wait to accept Turin into their family and enjoying watching their daughter with him, with Waron keeping an especially close eye on the couple when they would go out together.
While Turin was not visiting Ambria at her father's home, she also was headed for her verd'goten since she had turned 13. For a few weeks after her birthday, she wasn't sure what her trial would entail, and she looked forward to this moment with excitement and also some trepidation. She knew that this was the next step of her life as a Mandalorian, saying she was ready to be called a Mandalorian warrior, and she would become a full member of the community, both here in her village and the larger community of Mandos spread around the galaxy.
Every morning Ambria woke up, she hoped to hear from her father or her mother about what they would choose for her verd'goten. But weeks after her 13th birthday went by without anything. Ambria did not want to marry Turin and start her life without being fully acclimated into the Mandalorian culture and lifestyle. She began to get impatient and began neglecting her training, her shooting and fighting skills becoming somewhat lax.
But then one morning, early, before the stars had fully disappeared, she was woken up by her father Waron. She was to start her trial this morning. Eager, Ambria quickly grabbed her pack from its position near her bed. Her father explained to her what she must do: go deep into the jungle below the city of Keldabe and survive without any man-made weaponry for three days, two nights. Ambria would be roughing it in the jungle. Her father enticed her with the promise that when she returned successfully, he would have a surprise for her.
Smiling, Ambria was more than eager to start on her journey. She took leave of her parents and brothers and also Turin and his family. Then she started her long walk away from the farming clearing and on closer to the jungle she could see on the horizon. The first night she slept on the outside of the jungle, not wanting to head any farther after she lost the light. The next morning she continued deeper in the jungle looking for a prime spot to make camp near a river or spring. Finding it, she made camp and prepared to capture something for her dinner. All in all it was an uneventful day until it came time for her to sleep. Sounds were all around her, sounds she could not identify, and she began to have extreme paranoia about whether something was trying to stalk her or attack her. Ambria didn't sleep a wink that night, keeping herself alert for anything with a spear she had fashioned earlier that day by her side. Eventually, morning came, and Ambria made her way back to her community. At dusk, she came to her father's house dirty and tired but alive. She had survived.
Very pleased, that night Ambria's father presented her with a new set of armor, painted a deep amber. Overjoyed, she immediately put it on, even though she was tired from her kilometers-plus trek back home. Her parents held a celebration that night in her honor and invited the entire community. That night, taking her alone, Turin proposed to her and she immediately accepted.
Ambria spent the next year or so of her life planning for what was ahead: her wedding to Turin Arcane. With not much to do,for the actual day, she spent most of her time helping Turin build their house near the property of Turin's parents'. After the basic outline was up, she began to plot out rooms, planning for a large family.
A week after she turned 15, the house was finished, and Ambria was dressing and getting ready to unite her life with her love Turin.
After the brief ceremony, there was another huge celebration held in the small community. And that night, after the long party had went deep into the night, she joined her new husband in their home for the very first time, and hoped in her heart that they would have many blessed years together, hopefully forever.
But the fates did not have Ambria's current happiness in mind when pack of intruders, renegades, pirates, descended upon the peaceful farming community the next year. They were hoping to avoid detection by landing far from the city they could see in the treetops and instead focusing on the land surrounding it. The small battered freighter landed, and immediately warnings rang out among the villagers. Farmers and mechanics and metalworkers transformed easily into battle-hardened warriors with just a change of some armor and adorning their weapons. Ambria, not yet a mother, and Turin joined in the melee along with everyone else. No one questioned who they were or why they had come; it was their duty to defend themselves.
The Mandalorians brought the battle to the intruding pirates. Whether it was because they were taken by surprise at the readiness of the villagers or because they had not been expecting to find Mandos out this far, the battle quickly surged in favor of the natives. Though, the pirates were holding their own, especially when two small fighters deployed from the back of the freighter, strafing the landscape.
Everyone fought hard and most of the pirates died, ending the battle before even an hour had been up. The remaining few pirates ran for their freighter and took off, the two fighters speeding on after them. A few war cries could be heard on different parts of the battlefield. Ambria smiled to herself; she had survived and fought hard during her first battle. She congratulated a few others on her way to her home, brimming over with her experience to tell her husband. But when she got there, he was not there. She waited and yet she did not return. She was about to head over to his parents' home, wondering if he was speaking with them when she heard a bloodcurdling cry; her mother-in-law. Ambria ran from her house to where she heard the yell. The older woman was kneeling on the ground in front of a prone Mando clad in armor, her helmet removed showing her tears.
Ambria immediately recognized the bronzed armor--Turin. She didn't want to believe it at first, but then her mother-in-law removed the helmet revealing her husband's face. Stunned, she could only stand there staring at Turin's unmoving face. Her childhood love was gone. She didn't cry. She didn't rant. She had no emotion because she wasn't sure which one to show. Or even if she had any. She left the older woman sobbing over her son and turned her back, going back to the home she had built with her husband. Not speaking to anyone, she packed up a bag and left the small farming community, starting on the long way towards the jungle to the city in the trees, to Keldabe.
She found transport off of Mandalore and headed out into the galaxy, picking Concord Dawn, wanting to be near her own kind but not wanting any more contact with her family or her extended family. Even though she was only 16, Ambria felt as if she was already twice or three times that age. Her heart was heavy but quiet as she watched the small figure of her home planet disappear through the viewport. It was time for a change in her life.
On Concord Dawn, Ambria quickly got herself a small apartment to stay in while she did the only thing she could think of: she joined the official Mandalorian army. She started out from the bottom, but quickly moved up in the lower ranks due to her natural talent with firearms, especially the long-range sniper rifles and carbines.
Ambria engaged in several small minor battles with her battle group, suppressing militants and rebels on various Mandalorian-held worlds and territories.
During one of these battles, there were so many she forgot which world she was even on, Ambria was severely wounded in her lower leg, and it had to be later amputated below the knee to prevent further infection from spreading. She was not a one to be discouraged though; she recuperated quickly back on Concord Dawn's medical facilities. One her stub had healed enough, she was given a prosthetic leg covered in dark synthflesh to match her own skin. She rehabbed with the leg to get used to it gradually, and after a couple of months, it was if the injury had never happened. And with the synthflesh attached to it, no one would ever know it wasn't her own flesh and blood. Just under a year after being wounded, she returned to active duty, joining her comrades at arms. After doing so, she was promoted again.
Here, she discovered she had a gift for bandaging wounds and taking care of other small medical needs. Part of her always felt she discovered this passion after she had been severely wounded herself. There was always a soft spot in her heart for the wounded. She could not save her husband years before, but she could save these men and women, her brothers and sisters. After a skirmish ended, she would tend to the needs of the wounded in her regiment. Once, she even had to remove a frag from a scalp wound of her commanding officer, and he commended Ambria for it.
Along with her other stunning recommendations of her service in action, working sometimes as a sniper, sometimes just a regular soldier, added in with her amateur medical expertise and her battle wounds, he recommended her for a commissioned rank of Second Lieutenant. Though she was only 26, she had served in the army for almost 8 years. She received this added rank with applause from her fellows. They all knew she deserved it.
Ambria was excited for this promotion, but sad to leave her fellow soldiers behind when her CO, with her permission, transferred her to a position within a special ops group also based on Concord Dawn. After her farewells to all the people she had gotten to know over the years after joining up with the army, she headed to her apartment--now one in a better area of the city with better furnishings--to pack for her transfer. Ambria packed few belongings, knowing that her home would always be here waiting, near the base where she started. Since the special ops base was nearby, she had no need of acquiring a new place to live. With just her small bag of possessions: some personal items, her sniper rifle, other firearms, some medical supplies and her deep amber armor, she made her way to her career as a Second Lieutenant in the special ops.
[See Ambria's Databank thread for more of her continued adventures.]
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The Republic base was in her sights. She didn't see them, but the young soldier knew that the rest of her group was out there in the distance, ready to storm the entrance once the guard detail had been taken care of. Generally her commander liked to to just jump the guards and take them out face-to-face. But this mission was a little more delicate of nature. It required the utmost secrecy, and surprising the enemy was key to accomplishing what they had to.
The guard had comm rigged to the security system of the base. If he even thought he was in danger, he would press the button. Despite the quickness of her fellow Mandalorian soldiers, that guard would only need a split second to sound the alarm.
That was why Ambria Arcane was camped out far from where the base was, hidden among some rocks and foliage, her rifle stock against her amber-colored shoulder of armor. It was still pretty fresh and new, the dark-skinned woman having only been in the army a couple years.
She waited for the guard to come around to her side of the building. Ambria still couldn't see any of the other Mandalorian soldiers; they were hidden away in striking distance. Apparently the Republic was so paranoid about what they kept in the base that only the one guard was necessary. Once he was gone, they could make quick work of the security cams and get the information they needed. Plans that would make taking down the rest of the Republic army's outpost much easier. If it were up to her, though, the young woman would have had at least a dozen men guarding the sheets of flimsi and datapads. Not just one man with a modified "dead man's switch."
There he was, straight in her rifle sight. She held the weapon steady, closing her left eye to get a clearer look with her right. The guard paused for a moment, and she pressed the trigger. A bolt of energy laced forward, impacting him right in the forehead, between the eyes. He buckled forward on his knees, then lay prone.
From the moment they heard the blaster bolt hit flesh, the Mandalorian soldiers came out of hiding and stormed the door of the base. Ambria smiled to herself; she had done her job. She had been nervous because the man had been a fairly long distance away. But she had no idea the shot had been at 600 meters, a shot she had never taken before, not even on a shooting range. She was satisfied with herself and started packing up, to join her fellows down below in the sacking of the military outpost.
