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E: .. Arch-Militant Solar "Hate" Icarus  Solar Icarus participating in the cleansing of Denota IV Born in the depths of a hive city on Baraspine, Solar Icarus did not begin life thinking that cruising the deep voids was his fate. He was sold to a private enforcement agency as a child, and learned the way of the gun very quickly. After coming of age, he was a stubjack enforcing trade rights and mercantile charters in his hive city, considering duty a virtue and picking up knowledge of a wide variety of weapons. When a crusade was called against mutant cohorts and their pirate allies beyond Tranch, Icarus felt the stirrings of a new joy: Seeing the galaxy, even if it was to kill others. After conducting succesful pacification ops on the outlying worlds, Icarus took part in a starship battle, ostensibly to break the bridge of a major pirate vessel. However, treacherous skill and subterfuge on the part of the pirates saw them unleash toxin loads on their bridge while the majority of their leaders escaped in smaller crafts. With his entire platoon dead or horribly mutilated in that battle, Solar swore undying enmity against the pirates and their dishonourable like - and people still call him "Hate" to this day, a recognition of his dedication against pirates in the galaxy. Exceedingly scarred by his past in one of the crusades near Tranch, Solar pursues employment with free and rogue traders out of a sense of duty and lust for adventure - also, he hates pirates with the burning force of a thousand sons after an encounter with them left his mates dead and the pirates escaping - and the mere rumour that they might be involved, has led him to befriend the prospective trader, selling himself on extensive knowledge of the sector, military background and his practical knowledge of explorator technology and duties. (More to come.) quote:WS: 40 BS: 38 S: 37 T: 35 Fel: 33 Agi: 39 Int: 31 Per: 35 WP: 37 Tias fucked around with this message at 21:34 on Sep 24, 2014 |
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That's right, my bad  Thanks, susan.
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Sep 21, 2014 22:04
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Waci posted:Posted fluff for my submission. Lets build and army and start a crusade. There's no profit like conquest. Let's sign up a crooked missionary to declare all pirates heretics, and my character will be all over that poo poo 
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Sep 22, 2014 12:37
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((What is the setting? Are the rest of us located near the rogue trader while the initial text plays out? Are we already an assembled crew that knows one another? ))
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Sep 25, 2014 12:26
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Solar 'Hate' Icarus Solar stands to attention at 5'11", a chiseled, rough and slightly haggard brick shithouse of a man. His simple two-piece tunic and formal dress jacket signals formal hauteur, but his relaxed posture and callused face and hands speak of a capacity for violence. He has shaved and grown hair for the occasion, but does not really fit into the high society bearing of the gathering. When hearing of Deslin's treachery, Icarus perks up, squinting angrily into the distance and baring his teeth. After regaining his composure, he talks. "If it please you, Captain Winters, there is nothing I'd rather be doing than bring this bilge-rat scum to justice."
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Sep 27, 2014 10:42
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Solar 'Hate' Icarus Solar broods on the information, looking at spot in the ceiling while his superiours chew the fat. He hoped the reputation of his friends as a salty crew was true, for he didn't really have many contacts outside of ground-pounding mercs, and this was out of their league. Oh, to take some pirates alive, and force it out of them! Suddenly feeling a chill as he hears of the captured vessels, he cuts in. "Lady Inquisitor, do we know anything at all about how the vessels were taken while live? Even speculation? I'd rather not charge empty-minded at the treachery of heretics." (( You could just write the name of the Scene, even with a timestamp, like "M39.235.222, Port Wander, Segmentum Pacificus", or just "Aboard/On/In [location name] for the plot posts ))
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Sep 28, 2014 12:19
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((I wager we need to hit our peers, and see if we can find any non-captured survivors from the lost ships?))
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Oct 3, 2014 09:38
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((Bloody hell it's hard to choose.. Can I decide to wait with acquisition, or will it be impossible in space?))
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Oct 9, 2014 21:44
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Solar Icarus Solar enters, dressed for work, and carrying a purse in one hand. "Sorry if I am late, had some tiresome haggling to do with a trader of personal arms. I am ready to commence operation of systems fortwith." ((In that case, I shall try my hand at a Mezoa-pattern melta gun. PF (33), One person (+30), Rare (-10) = Target 53. 1d100=69 ))
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Oct 10, 2014 11:23
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Solar 'Hate' Icarus Solar shudders at the navigators voice. Even if his diction is perfect and his voice strong, there's just something about navigators that make his skin itch on the inside. He makes ready to inspect the various weapons systems, praising due dilligence and giving a stern word should sloppiness be found. ((Familiarizing myself with crew sections and weapons systems. Not fishing for a bonus, it just seems prudent if/when things start to go wrong.))
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Oct 14, 2014 08:42
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Solar "Hate" Icarus Solar steps forward, worry etched into his face. "Captain, with your permission I suggest picking around in the crew, see if anything turns out. If this is a warp denizen, we need to contain it immediately." ((Rules-wise this is either fiat, Inquiry or Hunt for Sedition. Essentially, sending out security agents to interrogate crew in various quarters to look for signs of personnel behaving strangely, uttering blasphemies or harboring secrets. Possibly rolled against the crews own rating, since my fel is shite and I am untrained for most of these things.))
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Oct 17, 2014 11:44
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Solar Icarus Solar has not fought ghosts before, but he has an inkling that he's seen worse. Looking to Alia with some concern, he says "Let's go." Seizing his mouthpiece on the way, he orders the men to cut off the enemy, and that senior officers are on the way to clear out the infestation.
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Oct 19, 2014 12:14
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Solar Icarus Hate shrugs apogetically. "I'm not well-versed in ship combat, and haven't cornered rats since.. " his face darkens at the memory. "..a long time ago. Best we can do is cut them off and flush them out." He turns to the sergeant. "Sergeant, how are we set for less-lethal weaponry?" (( Tactica Imperialis: 1d100=64 Fate Point: 1d100=94 ))
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Oct 20, 2014 22:19
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((Sure thing. I'll advance behind you, aiming and killing as I go.))
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Oct 23, 2014 21:31
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((Having failed my Tactica roll, I think Solar just wants to get stuck in, so it sounds good by me.))
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Oct 25, 2014 13:37
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