Seaburn and Lights
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"YELLOW ONE, BY."
"YELLOW ONE, BASE PLUS ZERO FIVE, REQUEST STRAFE PASS."
"COPY, ETA FIVE MIKE."
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"SUPPRESSING FIRE!"
*BLASTER FIRE*
"DETONATOR, MOVE!"
*THERMAL DETONATOR BLAST*
*CONTINUED BLASTER FIRE*
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"YELLOW ONE, BY."
"YELLOW ONE, REQUEST ATTACK HEADING THREE-ZERO-ZERO, DANGER CLOSE."
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"I'M HIIIIIT!"
*CONTINUED THERMAL DETONATOR BLASTS*
"STAY AWAKE! I'VE GOT YOU!"
*BLOOD AND DIRT FLYING EVERYWHERE FROM THE BODY OF A SOLDIER BEING DRUG TO COVER*
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"COPY ALL, HOSTILES IN SIGHT, YELLOW ONE."
"YELLOW ONE, CLEARED HOT! YELLOW ONE, CLEARED HOT!"
"CLEARED HOT, YELLOW ONE."
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*Fighter ENGINES VIBRATING THE VERY AIR BEING BREATHED IN*
*BLASTER TURRETS FIRING*
*RUMBLES OF EARTH SHATTERING POISE AND SENSES*
*THE RINGING OF EARS*
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"YELLOW ONE, GOOD HITS! GOOD HITS!"
"GOOD HITS, COPY, ENTERING LEFT DOWNWIND, YELLOW ONE."
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NAME: Macc Ardinre
FACTION: Empire
RANK: Imperial Shock Corps. Lieutenant.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Thirty Years Old
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
ATTRIBUTES:
Cinders is a warrior- He is through and through a combatant that not only seeks, but often times succeeds at making any who would stand against him go through utter hell. He was trained and battle tested as a Republican Grand Army operator, otherwise known as Defiant Squadron. His specialization is that of air to ground coordination, and night stalking.
Now he lives as a lieutenant in the imperial army, and his ability to coordinate surface to air joint attacks is rivaled only by his will to live.
BIOGRAPHY:
Macc Ardinre's story starts as the one of a refugee. Nothing but a timeless face fit for the bill of despair is painted in the minds of those who might ask, "... Just who is that guy, anyways?".
Onderon itself is a lavish, flamboyant, and perhaps even described as happy-go-lucky. The planet has an air about it that never seems to stray from the aristocratic lifestyle found throughout, however, even paradise has darkness within its shadows. Like all places in the galaxy, those that desire to be great eventually break and wither away from the weight of the chaotic struggle. However, sometimes you get those few that are beaten, strengthened, and lastly, forged like a diamond until they emerge smoldering from the depths of hell whence they crawled through... And if you ask some; they will tell you that not a single minute was taken for granted. That it was all worth it; all was worth no longer being a nameless face for the bounty of being underestimated. Macc Ardinre's true story is that of a smoldering cinder.
Fleeing the poverty struck clutches of Paris, and the slave trade that the galaxy brings with it to those places; Macc was forced to part ways from his family at a young age. The offering of a young hearty human slave in exchange for the safe passage of his malnourished mother and siblings was more than enough for any cartel to throw a set of power couplings on his wrists. Though tortured until broken for the majority of years to come, Macc had never once given way to thoughts of hopelessness. His demeanor had changed and a lucidly jaded spitfire had become him, but never once could his spirits be broken, not even by his own doing.
Years into his forced servitude Macc had been traded across three separate sectors within five years working on slag mines, and was once again repossessed by his overlords. His next destination to be? Coruscant. However, decision height was growing near before he'd be forced to risk an escape, or live and die as a lowly slave worthy of NOTHING. The time was right, the motivation was stout, and the devices were all within his grasp. Never more would he be a decrepit swine corralled into the corners of a prison he'd been forced to build. No. He would burn with the fury of innumerable stars, but focus like the control of a steady needle. From rags to hellion he usurped his shackles with the blood of wretched slavers within the ship of his transport. Coruscant? No, sir. Onderon.
Upon arriving on the planet of Onderon, the young man was changed. Macc immediately sold the ship and all possessions within it for enough credits to begin a life comfortable enough. He lived comfortably with hard work and found his way into the planet's military. Eventually he climbed the ranks enough to become an elite before he moved on to the Republican Royal Army under the recommendation of the local government. A few tours in, and Macc was already barring the scars of battle, courageous medals of war, and the nickname "Cinders".
His success as a Republican soldier was short lived however, and upon takeover by the Imperial forces, he quickly followed. His lust for bloodshed and warfare, he found, was all that would drive him forward. Seeing a direct threat to his lifestyle, he had no choice but to prove himself to the Imperial army and became an officer.
PERSONALITY:
Cinders is by far a strong soul with a forged vitality. A combatant to the bone, he fights like a savage rancor pinned on its back at all times. He is a hellion with direction and focus, and he never crosses paths with anyone without having a plan to kill them. Even if they are his ally or closest friend, he will always be ready. He is "lawful neutral". He has morals, but the line between good and evil is so grey that he chooses not to get involved in the subject, but instead finds his own deeply held reasons to fight for. He has not developed a very good sense of humor or jolly spirits, and therefore can be taken too seriously at times. However, his sense of humor is just very crude. He has a thick hispanic accent. (Think MS13 or scarface and you're on the right track.). He is always seen as being caring for attention to details despite his methods.
GEAR:
ISC Armor
IPR-F Pulse Rifle
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