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Bruck sat silently, slowly taking in the reactions of all the rest of his new unit. Well it's baptism by fire time. We'll see if we can work together or not. I don't like the lack of solid intel more then any of the rest of you. I've seen that kill too many troopers. But not liking it ain't...

(ooc: Ready as well)

(( OOC note, everything Bruck said including the "sir" was directed towards Rannick.)) Bruck would stand silent till everyone else is finished listing their specialties. Nodding his head here and there as he complied a mental list, a slight grin ever present as he chewed his gum.

Bruck snapped to attention with a salute at Archimedes shout. Listening to the short conversation that followed with a slight grin. "Excellent, getting straight to the brass tacks. I'm useful for medium range fire support as well, but mixing it up close is what I excel at, sir." To accentuate...

Bruck grins in responce to Archimedes question. "Commenor, born and raised. Nothing fancy here."

Bruck shook Archimedes' extended hand. "Thank you sir, I'd appreciate that. Good to met you as well."

Bruck smiled broadly at Archimedes. "Well put." He nodded with a grin to the rest of the group. "Bruck Dravvad. I'm new on ship, just got transfered into the Krayts from the 113th. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find any of them would yah? The sooner I get the introductions over with...

The door hissed open and closed and another stormie entered the firing range. Anyone who took notice of his entrance would see a man with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. His helmet was tucked under his right arm, and he appeared to be chewing gum. He paused a moment to glance at the group...

Dralon snarled at those left in the room. Don't think of this as a defeat Major. I will be back and greater then ever. You will be my lap dog when I come back. My father and I will see to it. Dralon stormed out of the room.

Bruck is up, and I know his background seems rather dull. But that's what I was shooting for. Just your average soldier who get's involved in larger then life adventure. Oh and attached is the image I used as the 113th logo for anyone that's interested.

Name: Bruck Dravvad Class: Soldier 3 Race: Human Size: Medium Gender: Male Str: 15 +2 Level: 3 XP: 3000 Dex: 14 +2 BAB: +3 WP: 11 Con: 11 +0 Grapple: +5 VP: 27 (3d10+0) Int: 10 +0 Speed: 8m Current VP/WP: 27/11 Wis: 12 +1 Init: +2 Force...

Here we go, Bruck Dravvad Stormtrooper; Soldier 3 for approval. Name: Bruck Dravvad Class: Soldier 3 Race: Human Size: Medium Gender: Male Str: 15 +2 Level: 3 XP: 3000 Dex: 14 +2 BAB: +3 WP: 11 Con: 11 +0 Grapple: +5 VP: XXX (3d10+0) Int: 10 +0 Speed...

Dralon rolls his eyes and snorts and then stands, preparing to speak in his own defense. I pulled the trigger, I take all responsibility. Because I don't regret it at all. He was a pathetic private, I did the Empire a service. Do you know who's son I am? We'll see how far this charade gets.

Well the idea I have for my character is a stormtrooper who has a personal taste for martial arts and close combat. Maybe a little too much as the knife fighting gouges in his armor can attest.

What was done, I do not regret. And if any of the rest of you were half the men that Archimedes is, you would stand up and take my... I mean our blame, Major. Dralon sniffs and turns on his heal and storms off.

Dralon snorts at Joric's comment. The weak always support the weak. He eyes Rannick a good one and then moves to stand behind him.

Dralon snarls and advances on HS4, stopping to take a shot. "You rebels are all pathetic and beneth me! A true hero of the Empire!" OOC: A full move and then a shot at HS4

Dralon, convinced he could kill them all by himself, smirks and fires his blaster at the trooper at the corner in F6.

I'll take Dralon if that's okay. Stupid to the point of suicide, should be easy. Can't wait to get to bring out my own PC.