Post by Viral on Sept 5, 2009 19:41:47 GMT -8
Commander Name: Commander Alexander Genevra Avrit
Alliance: Rogue Comet (Mercenary Controlled Group)
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 5 Feet 10 Inches
Weight: 138 Pounds
Weapons:
M92 SubMachine Gun "Civil Unrest"
He has been known to use other firearms if his smg doesn't quite cut it.
Equipment: He carries desert gear for himself because he mainly conducts guerrilla attacks from desert bases and camps.
Abilities:
+ Computer Hacking Skills
+ Melee Combat Training
+ Weapons Training
+ Basic First Aid
+ Very Basic Tactics Training
Skills: He is persuasive, and somewhat of an expert at computers.
Strengths: He is proficient in weapons and is a big morale booster for his soldiers when he is on the field.
Weaknesses: No planet to call home. He has to change filters for his combat suit every couple of days. Has to constantly train to be combat ready. He cannot swim or go very fast with his armor on. He is cocky and arrogant. His tactics most of the time rely on only what he's doing and doesn't take into account the other leader's point of view.
Appearance:
Alexander is always in his combat suit due to his mercenaries never always being loyal and attempting to assassinate him for more cash that he pays them. He is always looking through a one-way visor and not much people have seen his face. His armor can stand most enemy fire, but it's absorption can't stand multiple fire repeatedly.
Personality: Alexander is a ruthless commander. He acts arrogant in the face of enemies. He sometimes over expects too much of his soldiers, causing their deaths. He cares nothing of loyalty to intergalactic treaties and goes where he pleases. His time in dry places has sparked a special interest in always obtaining desert environments.
History: Alexander was born on a mining asteroid. His parents always were moving due to their mining jobs. He never made much friends as a kid. His closest friends were other mining children who he never actually got to know. Alex was always a problem to contain to a single area. When his parent's finally started a slow life on a colony planet, he never took it as a home. He always dreamed of space fights and laser battles.
In his teen years Alex formed a gang. His gang would wear sealed space suits and do anything they please. Alex was always able to persuade good kids to join as new members. He was imprisoned on charges of theft and attempted murder after one of his raids went bad. Lucky for him, his gang had become too strong to have him imprisoned. Literally blowing him out of the jail cell he was able to find the snitch and punish him. From there his hate and anger only grew.
When he finally got enough money together to buy his spaceship,(old mining transportation vessel) he patrolled the outer rim of the space system. Several times the Human Police Force almost caught him and his gang. Thanks to his two massive bodyguards they were killed before they entered his private quarters. He eventually bought decommission warships and fixed them up stocking them with hardened mercenaries and boys from backwater colonies.
Introduction: Alex stood up. His dream had come true. His mercenaries would finally win a fight against an Alien race. "I've done it! Once this battle is over I shall be immune from the Police!!" His bodyguard spoke up. "Sir, once other factions learn of our achievement they will come to test us. Let us not squander our resources on an unloseable fight." Alex considered that and went to his control panel. Turning on the Mic he said, "Soldiers fight on! Soon the last Alien warship will fall and we shall be victorious! We have no need for their pathetic warship! Blast it away!"
The ship's main cannon rumbled to life, ready to fire a high-powered shell at the nearest ship. The hangar doors opened and fighters and bombers flew out all armed to the teeth with warship destroying weapons. The flagship's side cannons opened fire leaving deep marks in the police ships.
(Alien Battle Group Command Ship)
"Sir we can't hold out much longer!", one of the officers yelled. "They aren't launching drop ships! They are launching bombers and fighters! They intend to kill us and leave nothing salvageable!" Another officer farther away from the Captain says, "Sir, their main cannon and side cannons are all opening fire on us. Half of our battle group is gone and the other half is crippled. One more main round and we're done for!" The captain stares toward the ground. "Summon them on the main screen. I need to negotiate with them."
(Rogue Comet Flagship)
The main screen flickers to life. "I am Captain Quan-Ti of the Empire of Aurana and I am requesting to negotiate for our survival." Alex lets out a loud laugh. "Haha. You think I'll let you live. When I destroy you I shall become Immortal among my crew. The whole universe shall know my name, and to trade that for what? Ruined warships and destroyed cargo? Not a chance." He turns the monitor off. "Fire every weapon we have all at once. I want them to see all our firepower before they die."
Every weapons on all of his ships flares to life gaining energy. With one word all the firepower decimated the remnants of the battle group.
"Set course for Nu Earth. We need to establish a base there for us to bargain for it's release." His other bodyguard nods and says, "Yes sir. I shall inform the navigation officers shortly."
Alliance: Rogue Comet (Mercenary Controlled Group)
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 5 Feet 10 Inches
Weight: 138 Pounds
Weapons:
M92 SubMachine Gun "Civil Unrest"
He has been known to use other firearms if his smg doesn't quite cut it.
Equipment: He carries desert gear for himself because he mainly conducts guerrilla attacks from desert bases and camps.
Abilities:
+ Computer Hacking Skills
+ Melee Combat Training
+ Weapons Training
+ Basic First Aid
+ Very Basic Tactics Training
Skills: He is persuasive, and somewhat of an expert at computers.
Strengths: He is proficient in weapons and is a big morale booster for his soldiers when he is on the field.
Weaknesses: No planet to call home. He has to change filters for his combat suit every couple of days. Has to constantly train to be combat ready. He cannot swim or go very fast with his armor on. He is cocky and arrogant. His tactics most of the time rely on only what he's doing and doesn't take into account the other leader's point of view.
Appearance:
Alexander is always in his combat suit due to his mercenaries never always being loyal and attempting to assassinate him for more cash that he pays them. He is always looking through a one-way visor and not much people have seen his face. His armor can stand most enemy fire, but it's absorption can't stand multiple fire repeatedly.
Personality: Alexander is a ruthless commander. He acts arrogant in the face of enemies. He sometimes over expects too much of his soldiers, causing their deaths. He cares nothing of loyalty to intergalactic treaties and goes where he pleases. His time in dry places has sparked a special interest in always obtaining desert environments.
History: Alexander was born on a mining asteroid. His parents always were moving due to their mining jobs. He never made much friends as a kid. His closest friends were other mining children who he never actually got to know. Alex was always a problem to contain to a single area. When his parent's finally started a slow life on a colony planet, he never took it as a home. He always dreamed of space fights and laser battles.
In his teen years Alex formed a gang. His gang would wear sealed space suits and do anything they please. Alex was always able to persuade good kids to join as new members. He was imprisoned on charges of theft and attempted murder after one of his raids went bad. Lucky for him, his gang had become too strong to have him imprisoned. Literally blowing him out of the jail cell he was able to find the snitch and punish him. From there his hate and anger only grew.
When he finally got enough money together to buy his spaceship,(old mining transportation vessel) he patrolled the outer rim of the space system. Several times the Human Police Force almost caught him and his gang. Thanks to his two massive bodyguards they were killed before they entered his private quarters. He eventually bought decommission warships and fixed them up stocking them with hardened mercenaries and boys from backwater colonies.
Introduction: Alex stood up. His dream had come true. His mercenaries would finally win a fight against an Alien race. "I've done it! Once this battle is over I shall be immune from the Police!!" His bodyguard spoke up. "Sir, once other factions learn of our achievement they will come to test us. Let us not squander our resources on an unloseable fight." Alex considered that and went to his control panel. Turning on the Mic he said, "Soldiers fight on! Soon the last Alien warship will fall and we shall be victorious! We have no need for their pathetic warship! Blast it away!"
The ship's main cannon rumbled to life, ready to fire a high-powered shell at the nearest ship. The hangar doors opened and fighters and bombers flew out all armed to the teeth with warship destroying weapons. The flagship's side cannons opened fire leaving deep marks in the police ships.
(Alien Battle Group Command Ship)
"Sir we can't hold out much longer!", one of the officers yelled. "They aren't launching drop ships! They are launching bombers and fighters! They intend to kill us and leave nothing salvageable!" Another officer farther away from the Captain says, "Sir, their main cannon and side cannons are all opening fire on us. Half of our battle group is gone and the other half is crippled. One more main round and we're done for!" The captain stares toward the ground. "Summon them on the main screen. I need to negotiate with them."
(Rogue Comet Flagship)
The main screen flickers to life. "I am Captain Quan-Ti of the Empire of Aurana and I am requesting to negotiate for our survival." Alex lets out a loud laugh. "Haha. You think I'll let you live. When I destroy you I shall become Immortal among my crew. The whole universe shall know my name, and to trade that for what? Ruined warships and destroyed cargo? Not a chance." He turns the monitor off. "Fire every weapon we have all at once. I want them to see all our firepower before they die."
Every weapons on all of his ships flares to life gaining energy. With one word all the firepower decimated the remnants of the battle group.
"Set course for Nu Earth. We need to establish a base there for us to bargain for it's release." His other bodyguard nods and says, "Yes sir. I shall inform the navigation officers shortly."