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STAR WARS: ZEREK 1-1
CHARACTER SHEETS
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Futuristic Star Wars: Zerek 1-1 - Character Sheets
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STAR WARS: ZEREK 1-1
CHARACTER SHEETS
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NAME: RACKSEN, KYRAN
AGE: 34
YEARS OF SERVICE: 9 (5 BBY)
MILITARY PROFICIENCY: HEAVY WEAPONS, ANTI-INSURGENCY OPS
BIOGRAPHY:
Initially signing up to become a Stormtrooper, Cpl. Kyran Racksen would undergo special training as a Death Trooper weapons specialist.
Following a raid on an Alliance safehouse Racksen would spend several months in a Bacta-tank recovering from injuries sustained from an IED-explosion.
Upon recovering Racksen would be transferred to various Stormtrooper companies before eventually landing a permanent post under the command of Lt. Cadrick in the company Zerek 1-1.
Zerek 1-1 would soon become a unit consisting almost purely of veterans from various other companies whom all showed exceptional skill, discipline and loyalty- earning them the attention of several ISB commanders that would come to rely on Zerek 1-1 for much more sensitive, critical operations.
Racksen cares little what his mission entail- as long as he is with his squad he stand ready to defend the Empire until his last breath.
AGE: 34
YEARS OF SERVICE: 9 (5 BBY)
MILITARY PROFICIENCY: HEAVY WEAPONS, ANTI-INSURGENCY OPS
BIOGRAPHY:
Initially signing up to become a Stormtrooper, Cpl. Kyran Racksen would undergo special training as a Death Trooper weapons specialist.
Following a raid on an Alliance safehouse Racksen would spend several months in a Bacta-tank recovering from injuries sustained from an IED-explosion.
Upon recovering Racksen would be transferred to various Stormtrooper companies before eventually landing a permanent post under the command of Lt. Cadrick in the company Zerek 1-1.
Zerek 1-1 would soon become a unit consisting almost purely of veterans from various other companies whom all showed exceptional skill, discipline and loyalty- earning them the attention of several ISB commanders that would come to rely on Zerek 1-1 for much more sensitive, critical operations.
Racksen cares little what his mission entail- as long as he is with his squad he stand ready to defend the Empire until his last breath.
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NAME: Codary Row
AGE: 32
MILITARY PROFICIENCY: Jet/Jump Pack Assisted Combat and CQC
WEAPONRY:
Row began his career in the Imperial Army, not the stormtrooper corps. Stationed on the far flung desert world of Pandora, he rose to be a corporal through numerous assignments across the planet’s Imperial bastions. Operations consisted of basic patrols, uninteresting sweeps of towns, and the sparsely scattered bandit raid. Eventually, as the Alliance gained traction across the galaxy, these bandits became rebel cells. The raids became deliberate organized assaults. Soon, Pandora found itself engaged in a full fledged civil war.
Reinforcements, both Imperial and Alliance, descended on the world. Among them were a regiment of jet troopers, the 132nd specifically. Row’s company found themselves fighting alongside these troopers, whether they were providing overwatch in tight canyons or clearing space ports. Throughout the action on Pandora, Row found himself growing tired of being stuck on the ground. He witnessed incompetence, cowardice, and a general disregard for lives of Imperial regulars from his officers. Those in 132nd could survive all that. Maybe it was because they were a more costly investment to the Empire, or maybe it was simply their equipment and training. Either way, jet troopers were living while the infantry was dying.
Pandora was eventually lost, a minor consequence to the Empire but forever cemented in the minds of those who fought there. It was a bittersweet end to the campaign for Row, his regiment had lost more men than he could count but he’d also built a notable combat record. His application to aerial combat school was accepted and after six months he found himself transferred into the 91st Airborne, with intentions to further his career and rise above corporal.
The luster of being a jet trooper was intoxicating. As the war drew on, the Empire continually found its forces backed into corners. High command saw specialized units as cure-alls for deteriorating campaigns, thus sending Row and 91st into some of the grizzliest fronts of the war. The unit, Row included, were proud to be the Empire’s “desperate measure”. They proudly dropped into overrun lines, encircled positions, and burning cities. But as their assignments mounted, the 91st couldn’t disregard the thinning of their ranks.
Row didn’t spend very long as a rookie, as turn over in the 91st had begun to run rampant. It was watching his predecessors fall, sometimes in droves, that dimmed the corporal’s ambitions. Their performance on the battlefield was a curse, with the Empire continually demanding more and more from their “ace in hole”. The familiar feeling of being considered disposable crept back into Row’s mind, soon he saw the Jet Trooper Corps the same as the Imperial Army.
The 91st struggled on until after Endor and was disbanded in the waning days of the Empire. Ordered to scatter, along with the other spent regiments of the Corps, Row and others were consolidated into Zerek 1-1’s battalion as a dedicated detachment. They were then further dispersed into their own small platoons across its companies. Row meshed well with the war weary vets of Zerek 1-1, some of which had been fighting since before the loss of the first Death Star. He wasn’t too keen to mix with the fresher troopers, to him they were far too loyal. He knew and accepted that the Empire was finished, going as far as to assist the eldest troopers in desertion. He’d never leave himself though, perhaps because he knew nothing else. Or perhaps because he saw a little bit of that ambitious corporal from Pandora in the faces of those who still believed in their government.
AGE: 32
MILITARY PROFICIENCY: Jet/Jump Pack Assisted Combat and CQC
WEAPONRY:
- Gryphus TAC 7 Battle Blaster
- Zha 10-4 Compact Blaster
- Waste Mounted Arrestor Jets
Row began his career in the Imperial Army, not the stormtrooper corps. Stationed on the far flung desert world of Pandora, he rose to be a corporal through numerous assignments across the planet’s Imperial bastions. Operations consisted of basic patrols, uninteresting sweeps of towns, and the sparsely scattered bandit raid. Eventually, as the Alliance gained traction across the galaxy, these bandits became rebel cells. The raids became deliberate organized assaults. Soon, Pandora found itself engaged in a full fledged civil war.
Reinforcements, both Imperial and Alliance, descended on the world. Among them were a regiment of jet troopers, the 132nd specifically. Row’s company found themselves fighting alongside these troopers, whether they were providing overwatch in tight canyons or clearing space ports. Throughout the action on Pandora, Row found himself growing tired of being stuck on the ground. He witnessed incompetence, cowardice, and a general disregard for lives of Imperial regulars from his officers. Those in 132nd could survive all that. Maybe it was because they were a more costly investment to the Empire, or maybe it was simply their equipment and training. Either way, jet troopers were living while the infantry was dying.
Pandora was eventually lost, a minor consequence to the Empire but forever cemented in the minds of those who fought there. It was a bittersweet end to the campaign for Row, his regiment had lost more men than he could count but he’d also built a notable combat record. His application to aerial combat school was accepted and after six months he found himself transferred into the 91st Airborne, with intentions to further his career and rise above corporal.
The luster of being a jet trooper was intoxicating. As the war drew on, the Empire continually found its forces backed into corners. High command saw specialized units as cure-alls for deteriorating campaigns, thus sending Row and 91st into some of the grizzliest fronts of the war. The unit, Row included, were proud to be the Empire’s “desperate measure”. They proudly dropped into overrun lines, encircled positions, and burning cities. But as their assignments mounted, the 91st couldn’t disregard the thinning of their ranks.
Row didn’t spend very long as a rookie, as turn over in the 91st had begun to run rampant. It was watching his predecessors fall, sometimes in droves, that dimmed the corporal’s ambitions. Their performance on the battlefield was a curse, with the Empire continually demanding more and more from their “ace in hole”. The familiar feeling of being considered disposable crept back into Row’s mind, soon he saw the Jet Trooper Corps the same as the Imperial Army.
The 91st struggled on until after Endor and was disbanded in the waning days of the Empire. Ordered to scatter, along with the other spent regiments of the Corps, Row and others were consolidated into Zerek 1-1’s battalion as a dedicated detachment. They were then further dispersed into their own small platoons across its companies. Row meshed well with the war weary vets of Zerek 1-1, some of which had been fighting since before the loss of the first Death Star. He wasn’t too keen to mix with the fresher troopers, to him they were far too loyal. He knew and accepted that the Empire was finished, going as far as to assist the eldest troopers in desertion. He’d never leave himself though, perhaps because he knew nothing else. Or perhaps because he saw a little bit of that ambitious corporal from Pandora in the faces of those who still believed in their government.
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Kyran Racksen:
Note: Text on the side reads 'WANTED FOR QUESTIONING', bottom reads '*WANTED* 500 000 CR REWARD' and the top reads '*RACKSEN, KYRAN*'.
Iessa Rhavo:
Note: Text on the side reads 'WANTED FOR QUESTIONING', bottom reads '*WANTED* 500 000 CR REWARD' and the top reads '*RACKSEN, KYRAN*'.
Iessa Rhavo:
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I tried my hand at making a wanted-posted for Row as well. Couldn't find a higher resolution of the image you used but it worked well enough.Reads 'WANTED - WANTED', 'CODARY ROW' and '750 000 CR REWARD'.
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750,000 lol, what did he do!?View attachment 1047386
Reads 'WANTED - WANTED', 'CODARY ROW' and '750 000 CR REWARD'.
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Lock him up, I wanna see this OC locked up for life.Jaywalking
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Pantoran Partition Patrol Corps
- Abara Brun Officers -
(Current starting town patrol officer forces)
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Pantoran Military (Aurora)
-Regular Infantry- -Heavy Weapons / Autorifleman- (Disregard Equipment on Back) -Marksmen- -AntiArmor- -Engineer-
