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Name: unclear: currently operating under "Blaze O'Glory"
Race: originally human
Gender: Male
Age: unclear
Rating: Dangerous

Commander "Blaze O'Glory" is the current pseudonym of an individual with a, to say the least, murky past. More than twenty years ago, it appears he was a starship pilot who suffered some form of mishap and was forced to eject. A series of failures in the escape pod systems -- possibly damaged in the attack/accident -- put the pod into a highly eccentric elliptical orbit around the star. By sheer chance the pod, now pitted by micrometeorites and scoured by solar radiation, was picked up a few months ago. The pod was turned over to the Moray Medicals, who, to their surprise and growing horror, discovered that the occupant was still alive.

The internal life-support mechanisms had been radically altered. Resyk units had been patched, recircuited and reprioritised, mated in desperate ways with the onboard autodoc, and stretched far beyond their design limits. The pilot was, indeed, alive: but no closed system is 100% efficient. Over the years the machinery had been forced to cannibalise all available resources to maintain core brain activity. "All available resources" ... you don't need legs to live, or arms; or skin; or flesh; or bones. Then one major organ system after another had been consumed, their functions taken over by mechanical processes. By the time rescue came, the pilot had been stripped down, piece by piece, reduced -- simplified -- to a nervous system and nothing else, held suspended in a soupy fluid within a pressure suit.

The motto of the Moray Medicals is "Never Say Die". This case tested it to its fullest. Eventually, however, with infinite patience, they excised this bundle of nerves from its warped cocoon and placed it in a specially-designed suspensor tank, meshed into sensor webs and a set of basic manipulators. Then they handed it over to the Psychs -- and hit the local bars, hard.

The pilot's original personality and memories were almost wholly gone. But radical egosurgery and experimental wetware did manage to coax a functioning, and to all intents and purposes sane, individual from the remains.

A long-running legal battle ensued between the Medicals, the disembodied brain (now referring to itself as "Blaze O'Glory", which caused the Psychs some concern) and EV-Away!, the manufacturers of his escape pod. The pod's black-box recorder had been cooked, and there was no record of who the pilot actually was, how much his insurance policy should pay out, or if it was even still valid. Eventually, suffering from increasing bad publicity, the manufacturers caved in and agreed to settle out of court. The medical bills were paid, and Blaze O'Glory was given a basic ship and 100 creds. EV-Away! had at first suggested a Worm, but O'Glory stuck to his guns and held out for a minimum-spec Cobra Mk III. His pilot's skills, although perhaps -- who can say? -- not what they used to be, seem at least adequate, and he's now rated Dangerous with over 1,000 kills. He's fought and traded his way up to a shiny new Python Class Cruiser, too. Bolted into the fabric of the ship, and wired directly to the controls, he's carving out a new life for himself across the quadrant.

I'll give it a shot....

Name: Captain [deleted] Hesperus
Race: Grey Furry Feline
Gender: Male
Diet: Ordimian cuisine, heavily slanted towards 'experimental' Goat Soup recipies <shudder>
Age: 29 Gal-standard
Marital Status: Divorced nine times (married to all spouses at the same time)
Home system: Orrira, G1
Occupation: Trader.......well, most of the time, see Criminal Casefile below.
Current Combat Rating: Competent
Personal Weapons: Chett F-3 'Max', Sirius 'Denizen' (NB. these pistols have identical grip designs so the 'Max' can be smuggled onto space stations in the guise of the 'Denizen'), Strategic Arms Company M-440 'Eagle', natural claws (molybdenum-coated).

Current Vessel: Python class freighter 'Dubious Profit' (GCW ident: DP099)
- This ship is in serious need of decommisioning, decontamination and dismantling. Although fitted with the majority of systems that can be fitted to a Python, this vessel has rarely seen the inside of a maintenance bay and it has been alleged that Commander Captain Hesperus has been giving hefty bribes to GalCop space dock officials to receive his Spaceworthiness Certificates, although this has not been substantiated. It is rumoured that the Dubious Profit has illegally fitted the prime motivator from an Asp Mark II, but no-one outside the ship's engineering personnel have ever entered the drive room to confirm or deny this.

Legal History:

- Leaving Space stations with outstanding docking fees and fines (324 counts)
- Suspicion of bribing GalCop officials (unknown number of counts)
- Trading in illicit lifeforms (Trumbloid)
- Trading in illegal commodities
- Piloting under the Influence of Alcohol
- Piloting under the Influence of Megaweed
- Piloting while asleep
- Docking without due care and attention
- Docking in a manner to cause concern to other spacecraft pilots (reversing into Space station)
- Criminal Damage to Space station Docking ports (6548 counts and more likely)
- Various Confidence Tricks (see Casefile entries CH0001 to CH4999)
- Bigamy (nine counts - Time served)
- Various Confidence Tricks and Trading in illegal commodities (multiple counts - Time served)
- Perjury
- Perverting the Course of Justice
- Impeding police investigations (multiple counts)
- Suspected involvement in the assassination of canine GalCop peacekeeping forces on Orrira
- Numerous petty offences

Notable qoutes:
- "Are you looking for a cute and fluffy companion for those long interstellar journeys?"
- "Captain Hesperus? Never heard of him!"
- "I know that strange glowing green sludge dripping from my ship's hull is sending your geiger counter off the scale, officer, it's just I wanted to know if you dropped this Cr10,000 chip here?"
- "Stepan, get outta my seat!"
- "Look, buddy! I don't care how much of your ship those Trumbles ate, it clearly states in that line of very small text at the bottom of the sales docket that I can't be held responsible for any damages!"
- "Alright, if you take the gun out of my nose, I'll see how much of a refund I can get you."
- "It has nothing to do with me, Your Honour."
- "Trumbles are so misunderstood."

Captain Hesperus

I have a fair few personas, but the first was the following:

Name : Lewis Tarklin
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Born: 11/09/3106
Marital status: Widower
Homeworld: Lave
Occupation: Currently (3137) serving in Galactic Navy Reserves
Current combat rating: Deadly
Current vessel: Cobra Mk III "Legacy"

Tarklin is the son of General Aaron Tarklin, CinC of the Lavian sector Galactic Navy detachment. His mother Selena is a medical doctor serving as an Emergency Department consultant. He has no siblings.

After a failed first application to GalCop Training Academy, a second attempt saw Tarklin enrolled to train as a pilot. He achieved his license in the top 10 percentile of his class.

Tarklin proved to be a capable commander and an impressive combat pilot, achieving Elite status in a remarkably short time. Once this status had been attained he was allegedly approached by the Dark Wheel for recruitment into thier agency but declined thier offer. Whether or not this is true, Tarklin embarked on a mission to find a woman he had been involved with on Lave.

This woman, Riana Friedmann, daughter of a GalCop ambassador, was living and working on Ausis in Galaxy 2. She was taking part in a geological survey of the new GalCop world following its admission to the Co-operative. When Tarklin arrived they resumed a relationship and married quickly. Tarklin gave up the life of a spacer and settled into his new life, taking on a job training the planet's new orbital defence forces.

This idyllic life was shattered two years later when the Thargoids invaded Ausis. Riana was killed in the ground assaults and Tarklin responded by retrieving his Cobra from storage and single-handedly destroying the station that had been converted into the Thargoid base of operations. His colleagues in the defence force mopped up the rest of the Thargoids, liberating the world. Tarklin was declared a hero and was decorated by both the Ausis government and GalCop's president.

Just before Riana Tarklin's funeral, Tarklin absconded with the body and took flight, apparently taking on the life of a ruthless pirate in the process. When he was finally apprehended, it was found that he had suffered a serious mental breakdown. Whilst processing Tarklin's ship, it was found that it was fitted with all sorts of illegal and dangerous equipment, including a cloaking device and a recycling energy bomb as well as many enhancements to the shields and laser cooling. Many of these items, had they failed, would have resulted in toxic gases venting all over the ship.

Tarklin was charged with piracy, murder and using illegal equipment and a trial was held. Tarklin himself did not attend as he was receiving urgent medical attention. The case against him was irrefutable, but revelations concerning his mental condition exonerated him from guilt in many o these charges. The Ausis government supported Tarklin, even threatening to rescind thier GCW membership should Tarklin be found guilty. The result of this was that Tarklin was cleared of the majority of charges but received a suspended sentence dependent on the results of his psychiatric treatment.

Tarklin did indeed recover, and was allowed to resume his spaceborne career, albeit having been busted down to Harmless again. Almost as soon as he returned to space, however, he was called on by an old friend to help him out of a jam - this jam would turn out to be fatal, since Tarklin could not get to his friend in time to save him from the clutches of a vengeful Thargoid.

Following this incident, Tarklin took a posting as an Active Reserve Naval pilot, taking his place on the frontline of the Thargoid war.

Abilities:
Tarklin is a superb pilot and combateer, and has a mastery of engineering that has allowed him to customise his vessel extensively (at least until his was arrested).

Personality:
Before his wife's death, Tarklin was quite a serious person, but did have a good capacity for humour. Since Ausis, however, this aspect of his personality has vanished leaving his a quiet, dour man who retreats from company. He hates the Thargoids with a passion and will go out of his way to destroy any ship encountered.

@ Poovga: If you want to correct a post you don't need to submit another post. There is a small "EDIT"-button in the top right corner of every of your posts.

This shy, reclusive little blue bony feline grew up on Tianve, always described as "slightly above average" or "could do better" but without the courage or gumption to compete against the larger, more forward young males.
His few attempts at space piloting classes were hampered by a lack of skill and understanding of the physics of flight, and instead he found skilled, but menial work at an academic nanobotics research facility on Aesbion.
Considered a glorified caretaker by the students and professors at the facility, he developed considerable knowledge and interest in all things technical, and nicknamed himself Star Cat, a reference to obscure old control programs which might amuse the more geeky amongst his friends, if he were to make any. The name might also have been a memory of the students asking "where's that ****ing cat?!"
His escape happened as boredom and hopelessness were setting in; the stripped hull of a Cobra mk III, used for experiments in nano-scale hull repair systems, was discarded at the end of the academic year: he suggested he could "dispose" of it in an environmentally friendly way and, along with other pieces of obsolete equipment rescued from bins and dumps, he put together a working ship, with a brand new control system that he could actually operate.
With his savings, he quit his job and, cautious coward that he is, set in motion a long-term plan to build an iron-arsed ship in which he could at last feel confident, secure and able to be himself without fear.
After lots of trading, he upgraded to a Python, auctioned off from an executed pirate's estate, and worked long hours as a trader and miner, sometimes trading in things he oughtn't to, feeling a little guilty, but liking the money too much. And, at long last, with only 13 kills to his name, he got his dream ship, a Super Cobra.
He'd be the last to call himself aggressive or a risk-taker, but the new ship has brought out a new character, adding over 900 kills to his tally, mostly offenders and pirates, though he shamefully admits that there are a few innocents on his conscience.
He has completed a few missions (most recently, political unrest near Ramaza), more for the money than for any moral reasons. He is still elusive and withdrawn, preferring to stay in the ship, or explore the sights of safe stations on his own. He corresponds regularly with friends and acquaintances, but will never be the life and soul of any party. He'd be surprised to hear how many people harbour considerable respect for this quiet, dependable, modest little cat, who puts his successes down to the abilities of his ship rather than any skill of his own, and his preference of lasers over missiles or bombs just an example of his miserly streak. But his rapidly rising rating clearly shows his competence.
Soon he plans to find a way to park his ship somewhere (if he can find a safe way to do it that won't cause him stress and worry) and buy a big freighter with which to earn a lot more money. Then he'll be looking out for an even safer ship, maybe an Imperial Courier or, more fittingly, a Tiger... raaar!

Not really a fully developed personality, but if you want you can read some stuff here in the wiki. Have fun!

Ever since his early days as a grub he has been obsessed with the pletora of classic Python designs.
A running joke is that he's the first Lavian tree grub to evolve sentience just so he could stalk the loverly Pythons on their exciting errands.

In reality the source of this obsession is a mystery to even the Queen, fortunately she can afford to let the occasional drone behave like an individual.
Skilled in topics ranging from molecular biology to ecoforming Arexack is usually working projects for various entities. This fuels Arexacks' sence of being a genius, however unbeknownst to him the Queen has been pulling strings to get governments to employ him and even financing his hairbrained hobby projects. He is however fairly succesfull in many of his projects.

Arexack changes vessel fairly often, probably to avoid the fines for drunkenly docking, however recurring shiptypes are the trusty Python and the Racing Adder.

Fined for attempting trade with Thargoids.
This sceme came to light when the Escapedop insurance agency started a fraud investigation following a string of Arexack-poddings.

Suspected of dealing with the notorious Captain Hesperus.
Hesperus has repeatedly claimed to potential customers thathis trumbles were 'neutered' by the reputable 'Arexian Geneticist'.
Arexack however repeatedly denied any dealings with the tom and has filed a complaint of slander and reputation enfringement to any media that refers to him and H in the same sentence.
Salient point of detail (and sircumstantial evidence?) is that A is currently consumed by a trumble collecting obsession, conveniently guised as
'reconstructing a trumble-based ecology' inside one of his hidden asteroid labs. The stated goal of this project is evidently to establish zero-growth parameters for trumble propagation.
"The native environment must have been either teeming with natural predators, leading to rapid trumble-over, or a small planetoid(s) engulfed in a powerfull particle stream.", the scientist has been heard mention at conventions, "...that, or maybe tey evolved on asteroids...or...". Clearly even this selfproclaimed expert is at a loss.

Further circumstantial evidence regarding association with the rogue C.H. is the deplorable docking style. Usually without slowing down, lining up at the buoy and often even engaging fuel injectors, Arexack feels fit to employ docking maneuvres more fit to a Boyracer while piloting a fully laden Python.
This practice can be traced back to Lave, Arexack and Hesperus both graduated docking procedures in the same year, the test was executed by a quite beligerent flight instructor. This Instructor has since been executed by Lave traffic police for falling asleep while docking, (repeatedly...every one knows how forgiving Lave TP is) blocking the bay with his ship.

The qualification 'heretic' refers to his anti-social behaviour, as percieved by his racial piers. So though exciled for creating too much strife in the hive, his mum still keeps a composite eye on her wayward child.
In Gal Coop terms however A_H keeps a fairly low profile, for a rogue genius scientist.

Did I mention A_H is of insectoid stock? He is, a green furry insect. Actually the fur colour depends on his mood and available hair-dyes,
purple and yellow are also favoured.
Arexackis are what ants would have looked like, should they have evolved from social bumblebees instead of wasps and continued to evolve intelligence, opposable manipulator digits and learned tool use.

Favoured beverage:
Traditional fermented beverages when in friendly persona, distilled liquors when belligerent.


Or maybe I'm a furry rodent, who likes pretending to be a bumblebee.
I claim genius, not sanity!


"Broiled brains are the best thing since sliced larvae"

I got into an Oolite kick over a year ago and had some fun with it. I probably took some liberties with how the universe "actually" runs and some of the naming, but it was fun to write none the less.

Due to my newness on the forum, the link is not in BBCode. Replace each '*' with a '.'. s93766105*onlinehome*us/xray/VC_Corp*txt

Disregard the grammar errors. I'll proof-read it eventually.


Made URL clickable. Also disabling URL posting restriction since spam accounts are almost completely stopped now. — Ahruman[/url]

Hi, Capt. James Maladorn, and welcome to the boards and of course to this great game!

It's always nice to have new people here who contribute their skills to the community! I'll certainly have a read!

Welcome again!

Thanks! And thank you Ahruman!

Commander julyy lost his stripes on his first mission against thargoids. He destroyed a friendly craft, cause he needed one single alloy to make his cargo hulls full. Since then he never returned to regular life and you will find him near a pirate cove if you search for him. But ... don't search for him.