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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Orvallon" data-source="post: 1682703" data-attributes="member: 19212">Trelelawiero, Male Aslan Mercenary PilotTrelelawieroMale Aslan Mercenary Pilot/SniperHomeworld: HryoHeight: 7’3”Weight: 260 lbsFur: Brown, streaked with grey, “mane” is darker brown, almost reddishCr: 107.015Terms 8Age 46XP:41,000Level: 3rd Marine – 4th Mercenary – 2nd TravellerStr 18 (+4) (+2 Race)Dex 16 (+3)(-2 Race, +1 Level)Con 14 (+2)Int 12 (+1)Wis 8 (-1) (-2 Race)Cha 12 (+1) (+1 Level)Edu 13 (+1) (+2 Muster Out)Soc 10BAB: +9AC: 17 (AR 4) Flak Jacket, AC 21 (AR 6) CES, AC 20 (AR 3) TL 12 Vacc SuitMelee: +13Ranged: +12Life Blood: 14Stamina: 68Init: +3Fort: + 9Reflex: +7Will: +5Move: 12m, 18 in combatMarine SkillsDemolitions 6 (+9)Pilot 12 (+15)Gunnery 12 (+11)Mercenary SkillsIntimidate 6 (+7)T/Sensors 3 (+4)Spot 3 (+2)Traveller SkillsK/Gateway Domain Starports 2 (+3)World SkillsGambling 3 (+4)T/Computer 0 (+1)FeatsVessel/Grav (world)Vessel/Ship’s Boat (Marine bonus)Vessel/Starship (Traveller bonus)AP – Light (Marines)AP – Medium (Marines)AP – Vacc Suit (Marines)WP – Marksman (Marines)WP – Combat Rifleman (Marines)WP – Swordsman (Marines)WP – Ship’s Weapons (Marine bonus)WF – Gauss Rifle (6th level)WF- Cutlass (Marines)Precise Shot (Merc bonus)Rapid Shot (Merc bonus)Point Blank Shot (3rd level)Tolerance (1st level)Zero/Low G Adaptation (Traveller bonus)Zero-G Combat (9th level)WeaponsCutlass TL 3 Cr150 +14/+9 (1d8+4/18) 1250gBlade TL 3 Cr50 +13/+8 (1d6+4/19) 350gDew Claw +14/+9 (1d6+4)Auto Pistol TL 5 Cr200 Rng 45m +12/+7 (d10) 750g3 magazines Cr30 750gAutosnub Pistol TL8 Cr150 Rng 18m +12/+7 (d10) 250g4 magazines Tranq Cr40 120g4 magazines +8 AP Cr440 120gGauss Rifle w/ETS TL12 Cr4500 Rng 96m +13/+8 (2d12) 5300g12 magazines Cr360 4800g2 Smoke Hand grenades Cr20 2kgStored Reserve Ammo: 30 magazines Autopistol Cr900, 20 magazines Autosnub Tranq Cr200, 40 magazines Autosnub +8 AP Cr4400, 60 magazines Gauss Rifle Cr1800, 1cs. Smoke Grenades Cr200ArmorFlak Jacket AR 4 Cr100 1kgOrCombat Environment Suit w/TL 12 Chameleon and Psi Shield AR 6 (AC +10) Cr6,500 3kgOrTL 12 Vacc Suit w/ TL 12 Chameleon and Psi Shield AR 3 (AC +6) CR13000 2kgEquipment (carried as needed)LR Communicator Cr 500 1.5 kgPersonal Communicator Cr250 .3 kgPersonal Medkit Cr 15,000 (loaded with Medical Slow) (always carried)2 Supply Reloads Cr 1,00020 doses Medical drug Cr 200020 doses Medical Slow Cr 2000Combination Mask (always carried in case on belt) Cr150 1 kgHand Computer Cr1000 .5 kgTL13 Binoculars Cr75 1kgElectric Torch Cr 10 .5kgMilitary Demolitions License Cr 500Trelelawiero Hreayierlo, or Trel, as most humans of his acquaintance call him, grew up as a member of one of the many minor clans on Hryo. His clan was primarily involved in working and cultivating it’s small portion of land, and made the bulk of it’s living from serving in the private armies of one of the four larger clans. As he grew up, Trel had two passions, racing grav vehicles, and betting on those races. He also bet on mock duels, and eventually, by the time he was fourteen and ready to take up his life’s path, he’d even learned some human card games from spacers he’d met at the space port. During the course of those games, he began to come to at least a cursory understanding of the curious creatures that seemed to run so much of the universe.One night, after drinking a bit too much, and as the result of a bet with an equally inebriated human spacer, who was an ex-marine, Trel found himself leaving Hryo on his way to be an Imperial Marine.The Imperial Marines were a revelation to the big Aslan. He was no longer the biggest, toughest being around. A five foot tall female combat instructor made that clear to him his second week in basic training. When he figured out that she was a female he was especially mortified. On the plus side, he was trained intensively in flying an assault boat, and in the fine art of manning shipboard weapons, though his lack of patience sometimes interfered with his gunnery.After he was trained, he was assigned to a regiment supporting a naval task force on anti-smuggling operations. The next three years were a fairly monotonous round of ship inspections and patrols, though there were a couple of incidents that gave Trel his first taste of combat, and he loved it. He also was trained in disarming explosives, since some of the smugglers had taken to leaving care packages of plastic explosive to foil rival smuggling gangs trying to hijack their cargos. That warfare between smuggling groups was what had prompted the Imperial intervention in the first place.His time with the Imperial Marines was fated to end, however, when the regiment he was assigned to was disbanded at the end of the operation. He was however, given a high passage warrant, which he took and put away for future need.He was able to put the warrant away because Carlson’s Light Cuirassiers, a high end mercenary grav cavalry battalion, was recruiting at the base where the regiment was disbanded. Many of the ex-marines signed up, as did Trel. It seemed like an ideal way to keep searching the stars for land he could take as his own.A month later, he found himself back on Hryo, helping the Cuirassiers recruit other Aslan to fill the ranks of a new assault infantry company the unit’s commanders were building. This activity bored the impatient Aslan to tears, and he spent most of his time improving his skills with a gauss rifle.Still, he spent enough time helping the human recruiters negotiate the morass of dealing with Aslan males, and even fighting the occasional honor duel with diverse annoyed Aslan, that the Cuirassiers made him a corporal. At the end of the assignment, he had great hopes of getting back out on among the stars, and into a line slot.Given Trel’s uninspiring luck, this was not to be. Instead, he spent another four years traveling from Aslan world to Aslan world, recruiting young males for the Cuirassiers, who were in the process of growing from a grav cavalry battalion to a combined arms regimental combat team.Still, he put his full effort into the work, and was fairly successful at it. The number of Aslan who challenged recruiters over simple questions dropped significantly, and a steady flow of Aslan soldiers filled the ranks of the Cuirassiers. Finally the recruitment drive ended, as the mercenary regiment completed their expansion. Trel finally looked forward to getting back on the frontlines.Of course, that’s not what happened. The Cuirassiers had a lot of Aslan soldiers to train. Soldiers who didn’t always take well to having humans bellowing orders at them, at least at first. Trel threw himself into his assignment, his size and strength, as well as his experience with tolerating humans, sometimes making the difference between an honor challenge, and an Aslan recruit following instructions. His actual assigned duties, however, were mostly on the firing range, where he worked as an instructor. For eight years he worked in the Cuirassier’s training company, small groups of recruits coming through, and being processed for line service. He was promoted to sergeant, and took change of the training company’s firing range, moving away from his focus on fellow Aslan,However, he finally grew tired of his existence as a trainer of others to go and fight, and that dissatisfaction eventually became obvious. After a drunken, savage, and bloody brawl between Trel and a pair of his fellow mercenaries, one of them a nephew of Colonel Carlson herself, he was quietly allowed to depart the Cuirassiers, with a modest severance and another high passage in his scrip.Shortly after leaving the mercenary unit, he found himself at loose ends, but that didn’t last long. He answered an ad for a pilot needed for a frontier colony starport. He ended up working as a shuttle pilot for the downport, moving cargo down from the tiny highport, and spending his spare time exploring, looking at possible tracts of land. He also found time to get certified on starships. It was a reasonably comfortable existence, until Vargr raiders attacked the colony in force. Given the colony’s distance from any Imperial bases, and the fact that no ship escaped to give warning of the initial attack, it was several weeks till a naval task force arrived to drive the raiders away. Trel was in his element, making full use of his skills with the colony’s small militia force, until finally, a few days before the Naval force arrived, he found himself facing a squad of Vargr in a village, with a group of untrained farmers, and a couple of constables, and a wrecked cutter. The Vargr went into a mass grave, Trel went to the hospital, with three bullets in his chest and arm.The incident apparently reached some high ranking ears, because upon leaving the hospital, Trel was approached by a Luriani to undertake a mission. The mission was guarding a emissary involved in negotiating a delicate agreement with a local government within the Domain. The amount offered him for undertaking the mission caught Trel’s full attention, it was enough money to buy considerable land. The emissary herself also caught Trel’s attention, as she was a Aslan female of honorable lineage and admirable qualities, both physical and personal. The mission itself was only moderately eventful, Trel only bloodied dewclaw on one would-be assassin. At the end of the mission, the female, Woleireiyeo, agreed to be his mate.He joined her in service to the Luriani house she served, the Melwan, a house subordinate to and allied with the Nells family. Trel quickly realized that service to this house was not for him. His mate also grew tired of the way the Luriani treated their minority associates, and finally, the two of them decided to seek some other way of making a living, with an eye eventually toward returning to that frontier colony, and the open land to be had there. That decision somehow led them to the current situation.</blockquote>

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