Raider
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COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Marcus Haran is an ebony skinned Human male who stands at 1.95 (6.4ft) Galactic Standard meters tall and weighing in at 90 kilograms (198lbs). The first thing another’s gaze is drawn to are his eyes. They burn with an intense determination that makes the Twin Suns of Tatooine seem cold in comparison. His head is shaved at all times as a matter of practicality. His combat helmet is a better fit without it. His physique beneath his combat armor is a powerful build of muscle.
Marcus Haran is an ebony skinned Human male who stands at 1.95 (6.4ft) Galactic Standard meters tall and weighing in at 90 kilograms (198lbs). The first thing another’s gaze is drawn to are his eyes. They burn with an intense determination that makes the Twin Suns of Tatooine seem cold in comparison. His head is shaved at all times as a matter of practicality. His combat helmet is a better fit without it. His physique beneath his combat armor is a powerful build of muscle.
PERSONALITY:
The line was a lot clearer to see before the Alliance fell.
Right and Wrong. Good and Evil. Black and White.
Easy.
Now…not so much.
There are no laws out here in Hutt Space and an excessive of them in Imperial Space. Justice though is in short supply all across the galaxy. Can there be justice in the absence of law? Is it retaliation instead? Is there a difference? If I kill a criminal am I thinning their ranks or adding to them? I mean, an eye for an eye seems fair. Inflict harm on another and expect harm to be inflicted back.
Does that me better? No different? Worse?
It’s like I said. It’s not so easy tell anymore, but that’s enough moralizing.
There’s work to do.
The line was a lot clearer to see before the Alliance fell.
Right and Wrong. Good and Evil. Black and White.
Easy.
Now…not so much.
There are no laws out here in Hutt Space and an excessive of them in Imperial Space. Justice though is in short supply all across the galaxy. Can there be justice in the absence of law? Is it retaliation instead? Is there a difference? If I kill a criminal am I thinning their ranks or adding to them? I mean, an eye for an eye seems fair. Inflict harm on another and expect harm to be inflicted back.
Does that me better? No different? Worse?
It’s like I said. It’s not so easy tell anymore, but that’s enough moralizing.
There’s work to do.
GEAR:
- Customized Galactic Alliance Marine Combat Armor. Added features include:
- Sealed environmental system.
- 10 standard minutes of air.
- Advanced Helmet visor.
- Built in HUD and camera.
- Auto-adjust for brightness of environment.
- Short distance comlink.
- Audio player via voice request.
- Top requested song: All Last Night Club Remix (Miss Blue ft. DJ EZAY)
- Sealed environmental system.
- Z-900 Blaster Rifle
- Civilian clothing.
- RZ-2 Blaster pistol and harness.
SHIP:
A modified YT-20KL light freighter. The freighter has been outfitted with forward firing tri-laser cannons and a single ion cannon. Engines and hyperdrive have also been upgraded to quickly flee opponents it can’t outfight with the hyperdrive rating a 0.6.
BIOGRAPHY:
A native of former galactic capital. Marcus Haran was an officer with the Coruscant Security Forces. He watched the Sith turn his home world into a ball of molten slug from the window of a refugee transport that managed to escape the fall of the planet. It was a moment burned into his mind, into his soul, as a trillion beings winked out of existence.
A native of the former galactic capital. Marcus Haran was an officer with the Coruscant Security Forces. When the Sith made its final push to take the heart of the Alliance. The CSF mobilized all available personal to assist in the evacuation of the planet. It was nowhere near enough.
This is how Marcus saw Coruscant fall:
His speeder was roaring at full speed as he wove though air traffic worse than any rush hour period he’d ever seen. His speeder’s sirens were blazing to warn those ahead of him to clear a path, but the Galactic Cities air lanes were pandemonium. Everyone who could was fleeing as fast as their transports could take them to the nearest spaceports. His comlink had been broadcasting nonstop since the Imperial Starfleet had entered the system. It had mostly been updates, but this latest transmission was for him.
“Speeder 23, status check?”
“Dispatch, I’m still en route to Westport,”
The comlink went silent for a moment. Marcus knew that couldn’t be a good sign.
“Negative, Speeder 23. Alliance Military is assisting the evac there now. Head to Milrasft Starport to help with crowd control,”
“Copy dispatch,”
He swung the speeder around. Other speeder pilots laid on their horns as he cut them off. He glanced at his rearview camera. A Star Destroyer flashed into view as it descended into the atmosphere. His heart jumped at the sight. The Navy was fighting tooth and nail in orbit, but the Imperials were breaking through. Milrasft was a great deal smaller than Westport. It’s the star liners based there only offered passage to surrounding Core worlds, but even here the air lines were packed with civilians trying to any ship that could get them off world.
He flipped the comlink to a different channel. He was only a click out. He had better contact the local captain and get a status on the situation.
“Captain Zookbecca?” he asked.
A gruff roar echoed through the comlink. Captain Zookbecca was a tough son-of-a-gundrak. It was obvious by his tone he wasn't pleased by any distraction.
“Captain. This Officer Haran. En route to assist. What’s the situation like over there?”
He chose to ignore the Wookiee’s rather choice selection of words at learning he was receiving a grant total of one additional cop to help with a task that would require at least three stations worth of officers. The rest of the Captain’s description of situation wasn't much prettier. There was worst case scenario stuff and then there was this. He took his eyes off the traffic in front to chance another look in his rear view. That Star Destroyer was growing larger and moving in the same direction as the starport.
He had a bad feel about this.
To be continued in Flashback threads
A native of former galactic capital. Marcus Haran was an officer with the Coruscant Security Forces. He watched the Sith turn his home world into a ball of molten slug from the window of a refugee transport that managed to escape the fall of the planet. It was a moment burned into his mind, into his soul, as a trillion beings winked out of existence.
A native of the former galactic capital. Marcus Haran was an officer with the Coruscant Security Forces. When the Sith made its final push to take the heart of the Alliance. The CSF mobilized all available personal to assist in the evacuation of the planet. It was nowhere near enough.
This is how Marcus saw Coruscant fall:
His speeder was roaring at full speed as he wove though air traffic worse than any rush hour period he’d ever seen. His speeder’s sirens were blazing to warn those ahead of him to clear a path, but the Galactic Cities air lanes were pandemonium. Everyone who could was fleeing as fast as their transports could take them to the nearest spaceports. His comlink had been broadcasting nonstop since the Imperial Starfleet had entered the system. It had mostly been updates, but this latest transmission was for him.
“Speeder 23, status check?”
“Dispatch, I’m still en route to Westport,”
The comlink went silent for a moment. Marcus knew that couldn’t be a good sign.
“Negative, Speeder 23. Alliance Military is assisting the evac there now. Head to Milrasft Starport to help with crowd control,”
“Copy dispatch,”
He swung the speeder around. Other speeder pilots laid on their horns as he cut them off. He glanced at his rearview camera. A Star Destroyer flashed into view as it descended into the atmosphere. His heart jumped at the sight. The Navy was fighting tooth and nail in orbit, but the Imperials were breaking through. Milrasft was a great deal smaller than Westport. It’s the star liners based there only offered passage to surrounding Core worlds, but even here the air lines were packed with civilians trying to any ship that could get them off world.
He flipped the comlink to a different channel. He was only a click out. He had better contact the local captain and get a status on the situation.
“Captain Zookbecca?” he asked.
A gruff roar echoed through the comlink. Captain Zookbecca was a tough son-of-a-gundrak. It was obvious by his tone he wasn't pleased by any distraction.
“Captain. This Officer Haran. En route to assist. What’s the situation like over there?”
He chose to ignore the Wookiee’s rather choice selection of words at learning he was receiving a grant total of one additional cop to help with a task that would require at least three stations worth of officers. The rest of the Captain’s description of situation wasn't much prettier. There was worst case scenario stuff and then there was this. He took his eyes off the traffic in front to chance another look in his rear view. That Star Destroyer was growing larger and moving in the same direction as the starport.
He had a bad feel about this.
To be continued in Flashback threads