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Name: Darrus O’Breyk
Faction: Independent
Rank: Police Officer
Species: Duros
Home World: Duro
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 2.03m
Weight: 167 lbs
Eyes: Red
Skin Color: Hunter Green
Credits: 10,000
Dominate Hand: Right
Strength: 80/100
Dexterity: 85/100
Constitution: 80/100
Intelligence: 85/100
Wisdom: 90/100
Charisma: 70/100
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‘Journal Entry: 1143’
Age At Entry: 17
…I almost gave myself a concussion today after smacking my head off the ceiling. …Again. Damn alarm clock always gave me a startle in the morning. I hated getting out of bed in the morning, but this 4:30 shit was especially difficult. I could swear that the rules at the academy were designed to kill me.
After lying in bed for another minute or so, I went into the 3x3m stall they like to call a bathroom. At least I only have to share the stall with three other guys. Those bastards at H’Lor Dorm really got screwed; they have to share the stall with their whole block.
I looked at myself in the mirror, checking to see if I need a shave. Who was I kidding, I didn’t grow any hair. …Not even on the top of my head. I splashed some water in my face, and then looked at myself for a second. My glowing red eyes and dark green skin stood out against the pale white walls of the stall. It was almost a strange sight to see. I guess the humans didn’t have that problem…
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‘Journal Entry: 1207’
Age At Entry: 18
…Just like every other year. These physicals have become nothing more than routine for me, but I know the younger kids were always scared. Hell, I would be too at that age. I leaned against the wall outside the medic’s room, and watched the docs and nurses deal with their daily nuisances. After a few minutes, I heard my name called and smirked. They always pronounced it wrong.
I walked into the medic’s room, and began my physical. The doc asked me a few basic questions, then measured my height and weight. 2.02m and 163lbs; normal…I guess. The doc then rolled back in his chair and turned on the screen for the eye test. I was always given a piece of paper or cardboard to cover my eyes for the test; they only had eye covers to fit humans. What a joke…
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‘Journal Entry: 1529’
Age At Entry: 20
…Weapons practice. Same as always. I mean, they tested us on our sharp shooting and basic combat nearly three times a week. You’d think they would realize we understand what we’re doing. Especially me... I don’t usually brag, but damn, when I sniped the blumfruit at 765m today, the look on our instructor’s face was priceless. Hell, I should be given some kind of an award for that shot…
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‘Journal Entry: 1903’
Age At Entry: 24
…Just when I was getting used to these new commander simulations, the “higher-ups” threw me a curve ball. Today, instead of the normal “command a squad” mission, I was given a “command an army.” The main objective was to take control of four main enemy bases, while keeping casualties to a minimum. I didn’t think it sounded too hard.
Well, I can say I was wrong. By the end of the simulation, I was questioning myself and my judgment. My grade was only a “C”, and I had lost 120 troops out of my 600 at the beginning. If this was a real war, hell, I would have kicked my own ass out of the commander’s chair. I promised myself I’d do better.
Two days later I retook the simulation and received an “A” grade.
Three days after that I received a notice saying I had gotten the best scores of the class…
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‘Journal Entry: 0672’
Age At Entry: 13
…Normally they have us wiring circuits or cutting metal, but today’s tech project was a step above the rest. Although, I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. I seem to have a knack for this kind of stuff, and rebuilding a speeder engine actually sparked my interest. There was nothing more than parts and a clock sitting at each of our desks, so the message was pretty clear: finish the engine before class was over.
Not only did I finish my engine before any of my other classmates, but mine was the only one to actually start up. I’m not sure why, but this technology just made sense to me. The engine only consists of cylinders, pistons, crankshafts, and camshafts, and had to be put together perfectly so it didn’t blow up in your face. I mean, it’s practically common knowledge…
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‘Journal Entry: 0802’
Age At Entry: 14
…I mean, it’s a classic prank. Who hasn’t put a whoopee cushion under an instructor’s chair? Today was the second time this week for me, and of course I was blamed for it. Even if I hadn’t done it, I still would have been punished. It’s because I’m different. The instructors just don’t like my green skin. Or maybe it’s the red eyes. Whatever. My friends always get a laugh out of it...
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‘Journal Entry: 2176’
Age At Entry: 26
…The Lower Sector of Coruscant. Not the best place to be at 3 in the morning, unless you wanted to go to Rue’s Club of course. But I couldn’t enjoy the pounding beats, dancing women, or drinks tonight. I had to finish my shift for the Coruscant Police Force, which I can say is not nearly as fun as Rue’s.
After patrolling the streets for about an hour or so, I finally found a small man trying to break into a small department store. I approached him and gave him the copper run down: “Stop. You’re breaking the law.” Blah Blah… As if he didn’t know what he was doing was wrong. After filing a report on the crime, I said I would give him a ten minute head start. After a few seconds, he understood what I meant and ran off. Maybe he thought I was being nice, but I just like the hunt.
Fourteen minutes later I found and arrested the man. Forty minutes after that, I was relaxing at Rue’s. Ended up being a pretty good night…
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Name: FLIGHT Assault Rifle
Ammunition: 30-Round Box Magazine
X750 40mm Grenade Launcher (Detachable)
Range: 220m
Notes: Semi-Automatic
Description: The FLIGHT is issued to those who have graduated from The Academy. This specific weapon has been fitted with an additional tactical scope, flashlight, and green-dot laser sight, all of which are detachable.
Name: BA-V09 Sniper Rifle
Ammunition: 6-Round Box Magazine
Range: 780m
Notes: Bolt Action
Description: The BA-V09 Sniper Rifle is known for its accuracy and long range. The weapon is issued by most military branches throughout the galaxy, and the majority of elite snipers have handled this weapon.
Name: Scout Enforcer Mark III Pistol
Ammunition: Energy Stock
Range: 60m
Notes: Semi-Automatic
Description: The Scout Enforcer is easy to conceal, and is ideal for close encounters. However, the pistol does not boast as much power as other pistols in its class.
Name: Thermal Detonators
Ammunition: N/A
Blast Radius: 4m
Notes: N/A
Description: Thermal Detonators are prohibited by most police forces because of their level of destruction. This “rule” doesn’t stop O’Breyk from using them.
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‘Birth Report: 00782372921’
Date: 12,951 BBY
Local Time: 07:43
Location: Baaks’ Hospital, Tayana District, Duro
Child’s Name: Darrus O’Breyk
Identification Number: 18-94-0763-07
Father’s Name: Dhex O’Breyk
Mother’s Name: Shaffahr O’Breyk
Current Status: Healthy
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‘Journal Entry: 0461’
Age At Entry: 9
…I didn’t like class today. My instructor had us write down everything we could remember from being a kid. Other kids in class began writing their papers immediately, with smiles on their faces. But I don’t remember much. …Just waking up every morning in a big house with lots of other kids. Some days old people would come into the house and take a kid. One time, an old lady took my friend Serc. I never saw him after that. The old people never looked like me, and maybe that’s why I was never chosen. I just remember wanting to get out of the house.
The bell rang for class to be over, and I didn’t write anything down. I didn’t even turn in the paper. Hopefully I won’t get in trouble…
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Name: Darrus O’Breyk
Faction: Independent
Rank: Police Officer
Species: Duros
Home World: Duro
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 2.03m
Weight: 167 lbs
Eyes: Red
Skin Color: Hunter Green
Credits: 10,000
Dominate Hand: Right
Strength: 80/100
Dexterity: 85/100
Constitution: 80/100
Intelligence: 85/100
Wisdom: 90/100
Charisma: 70/100
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‘Journal Entry: 1143’
Age At Entry: 17
…I almost gave myself a concussion today after smacking my head off the ceiling. …Again. Damn alarm clock always gave me a startle in the morning. I hated getting out of bed in the morning, but this 4:30 shit was especially difficult. I could swear that the rules at the academy were designed to kill me.
After lying in bed for another minute or so, I went into the 3x3m stall they like to call a bathroom. At least I only have to share the stall with three other guys. Those bastards at H’Lor Dorm really got screwed; they have to share the stall with their whole block.
I looked at myself in the mirror, checking to see if I need a shave. Who was I kidding, I didn’t grow any hair. …Not even on the top of my head. I splashed some water in my face, and then looked at myself for a second. My glowing red eyes and dark green skin stood out against the pale white walls of the stall. It was almost a strange sight to see. I guess the humans didn’t have that problem…
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‘Journal Entry: 1207’
Age At Entry: 18
…Just like every other year. These physicals have become nothing more than routine for me, but I know the younger kids were always scared. Hell, I would be too at that age. I leaned against the wall outside the medic’s room, and watched the docs and nurses deal with their daily nuisances. After a few minutes, I heard my name called and smirked. They always pronounced it wrong.
I walked into the medic’s room, and began my physical. The doc asked me a few basic questions, then measured my height and weight. 2.02m and 163lbs; normal…I guess. The doc then rolled back in his chair and turned on the screen for the eye test. I was always given a piece of paper or cardboard to cover my eyes for the test; they only had eye covers to fit humans. What a joke…
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‘Journal Entry: 1529’
Age At Entry: 20
…Weapons practice. Same as always. I mean, they tested us on our sharp shooting and basic combat nearly three times a week. You’d think they would realize we understand what we’re doing. Especially me... I don’t usually brag, but damn, when I sniped the blumfruit at 765m today, the look on our instructor’s face was priceless. Hell, I should be given some kind of an award for that shot…
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‘Journal Entry: 1903’
Age At Entry: 24
…Just when I was getting used to these new commander simulations, the “higher-ups” threw me a curve ball. Today, instead of the normal “command a squad” mission, I was given a “command an army.” The main objective was to take control of four main enemy bases, while keeping casualties to a minimum. I didn’t think it sounded too hard.
Well, I can say I was wrong. By the end of the simulation, I was questioning myself and my judgment. My grade was only a “C”, and I had lost 120 troops out of my 600 at the beginning. If this was a real war, hell, I would have kicked my own ass out of the commander’s chair. I promised myself I’d do better.
Two days later I retook the simulation and received an “A” grade.
Three days after that I received a notice saying I had gotten the best scores of the class…
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‘Journal Entry: 0672’
Age At Entry: 13
…Normally they have us wiring circuits or cutting metal, but today’s tech project was a step above the rest. Although, I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. I seem to have a knack for this kind of stuff, and rebuilding a speeder engine actually sparked my interest. There was nothing more than parts and a clock sitting at each of our desks, so the message was pretty clear: finish the engine before class was over.
Not only did I finish my engine before any of my other classmates, but mine was the only one to actually start up. I’m not sure why, but this technology just made sense to me. The engine only consists of cylinders, pistons, crankshafts, and camshafts, and had to be put together perfectly so it didn’t blow up in your face. I mean, it’s practically common knowledge…
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Age At Entry: 14
…I mean, it’s a classic prank. Who hasn’t put a whoopee cushion under an instructor’s chair? Today was the second time this week for me, and of course I was blamed for it. Even if I hadn’t done it, I still would have been punished. It’s because I’m different. The instructors just don’t like my green skin. Or maybe it’s the red eyes. Whatever. My friends always get a laugh out of it...
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‘Journal Entry: 2176’
Age At Entry: 26
…The Lower Sector of Coruscant. Not the best place to be at 3 in the morning, unless you wanted to go to Rue’s Club of course. But I couldn’t enjoy the pounding beats, dancing women, or drinks tonight. I had to finish my shift for the Coruscant Police Force, which I can say is not nearly as fun as Rue’s.
After patrolling the streets for about an hour or so, I finally found a small man trying to break into a small department store. I approached him and gave him the copper run down: “Stop. You’re breaking the law.” Blah Blah… As if he didn’t know what he was doing was wrong. After filing a report on the crime, I said I would give him a ten minute head start. After a few seconds, he understood what I meant and ran off. Maybe he thought I was being nice, but I just like the hunt.
Fourteen minutes later I found and arrested the man. Forty minutes after that, I was relaxing at Rue’s. Ended up being a pretty good night…
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Name: FLIGHT Assault Rifle
Ammunition: 30-Round Box Magazine
X750 40mm Grenade Launcher (Detachable)
Range: 220m
Notes: Semi-Automatic
Description: The FLIGHT is issued to those who have graduated from The Academy. This specific weapon has been fitted with an additional tactical scope, flashlight, and green-dot laser sight, all of which are detachable.
Name: BA-V09 Sniper Rifle
Ammunition: 6-Round Box Magazine
Range: 780m
Notes: Bolt Action
Description: The BA-V09 Sniper Rifle is known for its accuracy and long range. The weapon is issued by most military branches throughout the galaxy, and the majority of elite snipers have handled this weapon.
Name: Scout Enforcer Mark III Pistol
Ammunition: Energy Stock
Range: 60m
Notes: Semi-Automatic
Description: The Scout Enforcer is easy to conceal, and is ideal for close encounters. However, the pistol does not boast as much power as other pistols in its class.
Name: Thermal Detonators
Ammunition: N/A
Blast Radius: 4m
Notes: N/A
Description: Thermal Detonators are prohibited by most police forces because of their level of destruction. This “rule” doesn’t stop O’Breyk from using them.
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‘Birth Report: 00782372921’
Date: 12,951 BBY
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Location: Baaks’ Hospital, Tayana District, Duro
Child’s Name: Darrus O’Breyk
Identification Number: 18-94-0763-07
Father’s Name: Dhex O’Breyk
Mother’s Name: Shaffahr O’Breyk
Current Status: Healthy
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Age At Entry: 9
…I didn’t like class today. My instructor had us write down everything we could remember from being a kid. Other kids in class began writing their papers immediately, with smiles on their faces. But I don’t remember much. …Just waking up every morning in a big house with lots of other kids. Some days old people would come into the house and take a kid. One time, an old lady took my friend Serc. I never saw him after that. The old people never looked like me, and maybe that’s why I was never chosen. I just remember wanting to get out of the house.
The bell rang for class to be over, and I didn’t write anything down. I didn’t even turn in the paper. Hopefully I won’t get in trouble…
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