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"Tell us what we want to know and this will all be over." Enoch snapped the leather belt taut. His two henchmen were brandishing shock sticks and had been doing all the heavy lifting so far. Nevertheless, Enoch found that there was something primal in a threat of immediate physical violence that electricity could not quite evoke.
In the pause, one of the henchmen discharged the built up power into his captive's stomach for good measure. Enoch rarely had to carry out his threats himself.
The wretch tied to the chair was soaked in various bodily fluids, but started laughing: "you don't get it. Your" the man paused, choosing his next word, "Lord has sold you out. You were the price of his freedom. This will all be over soon and the shoe will be on the other foot."
As if on cue, there was a beeping sound of an alarm. Enoch punched the monitor. On the screen were a squad of enforcement officers.
The usually in-control Enoch was lost for words.
"Bastard!" was all he could muster as he delivered an uppercut to the man's chin, knocking the chair he was tied to backwards. Whether he survived the crack to the back of the head on the floor, Enoch didn't care. He had his own survival to worry about.
He picked up a blaster from the sideboard and then made his way out a back door. His goons followed down the steps into a back alley.
"Well lads, it's been a blast. It's me they're after not you. So don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I don't see you again. Good luck."
Biography
Enoch was born to an unremarkable family on Kuat. By 13, he was running lines for a gang. By 16, he was given a choice: prison or the army. Enoch surprised everyone - even himself - by taking the second option.
He then had 16 years of impeccable service (at least on paper) and rose to a senior non commissioned rank. In this time, he learnt he had a skill for dealing with people in authority, making them hear what they wanted to, while also controlling those under him.
Upon discharge, he had not ever intended to return to Kuat, but return he did, eventually. He found work as a fixer for a minor noble in one of the ruling families.
After a fairly successful 3 years advancing the cause of his patron, the noble in question got too ambitious and came into the wrong kind of attention. In order to save face, he gave up Enoch's name as the one responsible.
Upon betrayal, Enoch had to act quickly to get off world. Not knowing who to trust, he took a gamble on someone who owed him a favour in shipping. He managed to get him a place on a small freighter as a general dogsbody.
Personality
Suffers no fools, Enoch is gruff and blunt. His fall from grace has hit him hard and he is struggling with the adjustment. Nevertheless, he is not averse to getting his hands dirty where required.
Enoch knows where he sits in any given hierarchy (in terms of actual power, not paper rank) - and let's you know if he is above you. He is kind to those who are kind to him and vice versa.
His current goals are simply survival. Once he can stabilise himself, he might find somewhere to set up shop again.
Appearance
6 foot exactly, barrel-chested and muscles that are now covered with the flab of middle age. (~100kg)
Skills/Attributes
Good shot
Survival skills
Strong & resilient
Not a pilot nor slicer
Charismatic/persuasive
Strategic planner
Force insensitive
In the pause, one of the henchmen discharged the built up power into his captive's stomach for good measure. Enoch rarely had to carry out his threats himself.
The wretch tied to the chair was soaked in various bodily fluids, but started laughing: "you don't get it. Your" the man paused, choosing his next word, "Lord has sold you out. You were the price of his freedom. This will all be over soon and the shoe will be on the other foot."
As if on cue, there was a beeping sound of an alarm. Enoch punched the monitor. On the screen were a squad of enforcement officers.
The usually in-control Enoch was lost for words.
"Bastard!" was all he could muster as he delivered an uppercut to the man's chin, knocking the chair he was tied to backwards. Whether he survived the crack to the back of the head on the floor, Enoch didn't care. He had his own survival to worry about.
He picked up a blaster from the sideboard and then made his way out a back door. His goons followed down the steps into a back alley.
"Well lads, it's been a blast. It's me they're after not you. So don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I don't see you again. Good luck."
Biography
Enoch was born to an unremarkable family on Kuat. By 13, he was running lines for a gang. By 16, he was given a choice: prison or the army. Enoch surprised everyone - even himself - by taking the second option.
He then had 16 years of impeccable service (at least on paper) and rose to a senior non commissioned rank. In this time, he learnt he had a skill for dealing with people in authority, making them hear what they wanted to, while also controlling those under him.
Upon discharge, he had not ever intended to return to Kuat, but return he did, eventually. He found work as a fixer for a minor noble in one of the ruling families.
After a fairly successful 3 years advancing the cause of his patron, the noble in question got too ambitious and came into the wrong kind of attention. In order to save face, he gave up Enoch's name as the one responsible.
Upon betrayal, Enoch had to act quickly to get off world. Not knowing who to trust, he took a gamble on someone who owed him a favour in shipping. He managed to get him a place on a small freighter as a general dogsbody.
Personality
Suffers no fools, Enoch is gruff and blunt. His fall from grace has hit him hard and he is struggling with the adjustment. Nevertheless, he is not averse to getting his hands dirty where required.
Enoch knows where he sits in any given hierarchy (in terms of actual power, not paper rank) - and let's you know if he is above you. He is kind to those who are kind to him and vice versa.
His current goals are simply survival. Once he can stabilise himself, he might find somewhere to set up shop again.
Appearance
6 foot exactly, barrel-chested and muscles that are now covered with the flab of middle age. (~100kg)
Skills/Attributes
Good shot
Survival skills
Strong & resilient
Not a pilot nor slicer
Charismatic/persuasive
Strategic planner
Force insensitive
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