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Name: Titus Drake
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Ichtor 8
Sex: Male
Age: 26 Standard Years Old
Height: 6' 1.25"
Weight: 206 Lb's
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Relationship Status: Unknown at this time
Family: Unknown at this time
Current Rank: Colonel
Current Assignment: Working with Armored Units on the Planet of *Classified*
Prior History: Recruited on Ichtor 8 at the age of 17 and spent the next eight months within basic and advanced training. At age 18 he was assigned to a AT-ST patrol squadron attached to the 567th Infantry Division. From age 18 to 21 he served within the 567th earning two medals for bravery within combat and a single medal for exemplary leadership. Recieved first promotion at 22, second promotion at 23 and final promotion to current rank at 25.
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He stood at ease upon the walls of the largest Imperial base on the planet. Before him stretched out the grass plains that made up most of the planet. It was a rather plain world from what he had found out about it. Most of the planet was made up of rolling grass plains, sprawled our cities and massive bamboo forests. There were no oceans but the planet was dotted with many lakes and slow moving rivers as there was very little elevation throughout the entire planet. If someone were to build a tower they would see far off into the distance. During the monsoon season the lakes would rise and flood most of the plain with a good foot or so of water, thus giving the grass planes life for the rest of the year. The monsoons were a common event, taking place at least twice a year. On to herald the spring and summer months and another to herald the coming of the rainy season. During the spring and summer months however the grass plains, though beautiful to the eyes, were deadly due to the vasts amounts of sun that pelted them. Still the inhabitants farmed the grass plains so that they could be made into food stuffs to be shipped out across the galaxy. Not far from the Imperial Base sat the planets largest space port. Though there were other spaceports scattered around the planet, this was the largest, able to hold closer to fifty large and bulky transport ships. The rest of the spaceports were lucky if they could hold three. When the Imperials first arrived on the planet they had helped create the spaceport, or at least bring it up to the standards of the rest of the galaxy. The presence of the Imperials was tolerated but in general not well liked. Thus men like Titus were stationed at the base. Though the planet itself was rather unimportant, its production levels making a minor dent in the vast demand for food stuffs across the galaxy, its situation near a major hyperspace jump point made it invaluable to the Imperials in their fight against insurgency.
Titus stood, his face gaunt and drawn on the palpates of the walls, his hands behind his back. He stood there and watched the sun rise over the horizon, almost blinding him with its beauty. It reminded him alot of his home planet of Ichtor 8, though he wasn't sad to leave the planet there was always one thing that would stick with him. Already he could spot the shape of the early morning patrol taking shape to the far east. To the west the tail end of another patrol heading out could be seen, the grass being pressed where the foot steps of the AT-ST's and AT-PT's trod. It had taken him only 8 years to attain his current rank, mildly fast for what it was worth. He took it with pride and found himself doing what he had always known he should be. He could still remember the first moments of basic training, the hell that took place and the promise he had made to himself. A promise he would never break, to himself or the Empire that he served. Where others had fallen, he had stood resolute. Where others had turned their backs he had faced whatever the danger was and had come on top. Jokingly the soldiers that had been with him the longest had said he was immortal. Titus wasn't that foolish or naive. He had overcome each challenged and had done it out of pure ability more then any luck. Still, he had to admit that some situations left him to be quite surprised at his own abilities. There was another aspect that many overlooked and that was his care for his men. He tried to know at least one thing about those he served with and knew the rank and full name of each man. He didn't do it out of self righteousness,but out of responsibility. Who else was going to write to these poor families if their son or daughter fell to the guns of the enemy? The weight of command fell heavy on his shoulders but it was a responsibility that he took to heart and challenged.
Hearing footsteps but recognizing whom they belonged too Titus continued to look out into the distance at the two patrols. Just like clockwork they were moving at right time and pace. A good morning to you Colonel. Titus didn't turn to face the man who had spoken. Overseer Rlev it is good to see that you got your sleep in. As always Colonel. As always. How does the world fare today? Titus continued to look out but reached into one of his pockets and brought out a dataslate, handing it to the Overseer. The early morning patrol found a group of insurgents in Sector 85-47-A within the abandoned farmsted. A small weapons store along with two medium combat speeders was also found. The patrol engaged in a brief fire fight, suffering no casualties but killing three of the assailents. They found a fourth trying to hide within the farm house. The farm stead along with the weapon store and vehicles have been destroyed and the last surviving insurgent has been taken into custody. The Overseer said nothing for a moment. Ahh very interesting. It seems Colonel that your suspicions were right. A rise in the insurgancy rate has come just before the harvest. What number does this bring us to Colonel? The current number with this mornings patrols findings brings it to number nine. Titus wasnt to pleased about the rising number of incidents within his control area. Patrols had been increased but there was little he could do. Open warfare was banned across the boards with the League being combined into the Empire. If he were to be seen as starting a new war, even a minor one, his ranking would be forfit. Overseer Rlev understood this too well. Titus had no question in his mind that if he were to violate those orders that his life was forfeit. Such was the times.
Across the base various units were waking and returning to prior duties. The repair bay opened its doors to let the sun help light their workspace. Titus caught glimpses of arch welders and various other tools being used out of the corner of his eye. He fought tooth and nail to keep the fighting machines in the highest condition possible. It was never known when they were going to be called to a major battlefront, not that there were any that he knew of going on. Still it paid to be ready. The base itself was mostly underground, hiding most of its strength from the enemy. It had taken far longer then a normal base to be constructed but when Titus had arrived onto the planet he had been surprised at the ingenuity. Surrounding the base was a wall that stood an easy fifty feet into the air and wide enough to allow two AT-ST's to walk side by side with plenty of comfort space. Two huge gates were situated to the north and south ends of the wall, large enough to allow an AT-AT to pass through. The northern gate opened out onto a road that led to the capital city of Raven's Head and the largest spaceport. The southern road led to a smaller space port designed for military use only and a major 'highway' used by traders to bring their wares to Raven's Head and the spaceport. A squat building on the eastern side of the base was home to the headquarters. Large communcations arrays dotted the roof. Bellow the headquarters sat the generators and reactors that powered the base and the shielding that, in times of need could be raised to cover the base. On the western side of the base sat the repair yard. A large ugly building dominated the area, its large doors able to accomodate any ground vehicle that the Empire had in production. The northern side of the base was dominated by a low squat building of the troops barracks. An easily defendable position, it was designed to offer a last ditch fighting spot if the base walls were breached. On the southern side of the base row upon row of three sided sheds were assembled. Within these the various ground vehicles that the Imperials used were kept.
I trust that you will be in attendence during the interogation Overseer? Why of course Colonel. I request the honor of doing the interogation myself. More like you order me too, Titus thought. For the moment I trust that you have things under control Colonel. I will be off to prepare the interogation room to my liking. The Overseer saluted the Colonel who saluted back. Though he pulled rank over the Overseer, they could still cause plenty of damage and if he was found wanting they could end his life. Rlev had been with the unit for a a good portion of time now but it was still like pounding two hammers together. There was always damage. Pride was one thing, but Titus held that in check. Rlev rubbed him the wrong way most of the time but Titus wouldnt doubt the mans ability in combat. Though the base was only of a medium size there were still around thousand beings that called the base home. From soldiers to mechanics to every day menials that helped keep the base in charge. Though Rlev was head Overseer there were still two others that helped him in his duties. Titus cared little for where they were and wished them the worst of luck. He repsected their duties but hated what they stood for. He had no doubt in his mind that his office was bugged and his room searched daily. It was just how the times were these days. He watched as Overseer Rlev made his way across the yard and into the headquarters building. No doubt gleeful at the wanton pain he would inflict on the poor soul that thought they could fight against the Empire. Titus returned his gaze out across the plain to the patrol that was coming back to home, the package in tow.
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Name: Titus Drake
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Ichtor 8
Sex: Male
Age: 26 Standard Years Old
Height: 6' 1.25"
Weight: 206 Lb's
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Relationship Status: Unknown at this time
Family: Unknown at this time
Current Rank: Colonel
Current Assignment: Working with Armored Units on the Planet of *Classified*
Prior History: Recruited on Ichtor 8 at the age of 17 and spent the next eight months within basic and advanced training. At age 18 he was assigned to a AT-ST patrol squadron attached to the 567th Infantry Division. From age 18 to 21 he served within the 567th earning two medals for bravery within combat and a single medal for exemplary leadership. Recieved first promotion at 22, second promotion at 23 and final promotion to current rank at 25.
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He stood at ease upon the walls of the largest Imperial base on the planet. Before him stretched out the grass plains that made up most of the planet. It was a rather plain world from what he had found out about it. Most of the planet was made up of rolling grass plains, sprawled our cities and massive bamboo forests. There were no oceans but the planet was dotted with many lakes and slow moving rivers as there was very little elevation throughout the entire planet. If someone were to build a tower they would see far off into the distance. During the monsoon season the lakes would rise and flood most of the plain with a good foot or so of water, thus giving the grass planes life for the rest of the year. The monsoons were a common event, taking place at least twice a year. On to herald the spring and summer months and another to herald the coming of the rainy season. During the spring and summer months however the grass plains, though beautiful to the eyes, were deadly due to the vasts amounts of sun that pelted them. Still the inhabitants farmed the grass plains so that they could be made into food stuffs to be shipped out across the galaxy. Not far from the Imperial Base sat the planets largest space port. Though there were other spaceports scattered around the planet, this was the largest, able to hold closer to fifty large and bulky transport ships. The rest of the spaceports were lucky if they could hold three. When the Imperials first arrived on the planet they had helped create the spaceport, or at least bring it up to the standards of the rest of the galaxy. The presence of the Imperials was tolerated but in general not well liked. Thus men like Titus were stationed at the base. Though the planet itself was rather unimportant, its production levels making a minor dent in the vast demand for food stuffs across the galaxy, its situation near a major hyperspace jump point made it invaluable to the Imperials in their fight against insurgency.
Titus stood, his face gaunt and drawn on the palpates of the walls, his hands behind his back. He stood there and watched the sun rise over the horizon, almost blinding him with its beauty. It reminded him alot of his home planet of Ichtor 8, though he wasn't sad to leave the planet there was always one thing that would stick with him. Already he could spot the shape of the early morning patrol taking shape to the far east. To the west the tail end of another patrol heading out could be seen, the grass being pressed where the foot steps of the AT-ST's and AT-PT's trod. It had taken him only 8 years to attain his current rank, mildly fast for what it was worth. He took it with pride and found himself doing what he had always known he should be. He could still remember the first moments of basic training, the hell that took place and the promise he had made to himself. A promise he would never break, to himself or the Empire that he served. Where others had fallen, he had stood resolute. Where others had turned their backs he had faced whatever the danger was and had come on top. Jokingly the soldiers that had been with him the longest had said he was immortal. Titus wasn't that foolish or naive. He had overcome each challenged and had done it out of pure ability more then any luck. Still, he had to admit that some situations left him to be quite surprised at his own abilities. There was another aspect that many overlooked and that was his care for his men. He tried to know at least one thing about those he served with and knew the rank and full name of each man. He didn't do it out of self righteousness,but out of responsibility. Who else was going to write to these poor families if their son or daughter fell to the guns of the enemy? The weight of command fell heavy on his shoulders but it was a responsibility that he took to heart and challenged.
Hearing footsteps but recognizing whom they belonged too Titus continued to look out into the distance at the two patrols. Just like clockwork they were moving at right time and pace. A good morning to you Colonel. Titus didn't turn to face the man who had spoken. Overseer Rlev it is good to see that you got your sleep in. As always Colonel. As always. How does the world fare today? Titus continued to look out but reached into one of his pockets and brought out a dataslate, handing it to the Overseer. The early morning patrol found a group of insurgents in Sector 85-47-A within the abandoned farmsted. A small weapons store along with two medium combat speeders was also found. The patrol engaged in a brief fire fight, suffering no casualties but killing three of the assailents. They found a fourth trying to hide within the farm house. The farm stead along with the weapon store and vehicles have been destroyed and the last surviving insurgent has been taken into custody. The Overseer said nothing for a moment. Ahh very interesting. It seems Colonel that your suspicions were right. A rise in the insurgancy rate has come just before the harvest. What number does this bring us to Colonel? The current number with this mornings patrols findings brings it to number nine. Titus wasnt to pleased about the rising number of incidents within his control area. Patrols had been increased but there was little he could do. Open warfare was banned across the boards with the League being combined into the Empire. If he were to be seen as starting a new war, even a minor one, his ranking would be forfit. Overseer Rlev understood this too well. Titus had no question in his mind that if he were to violate those orders that his life was forfeit. Such was the times.
Across the base various units were waking and returning to prior duties. The repair bay opened its doors to let the sun help light their workspace. Titus caught glimpses of arch welders and various other tools being used out of the corner of his eye. He fought tooth and nail to keep the fighting machines in the highest condition possible. It was never known when they were going to be called to a major battlefront, not that there were any that he knew of going on. Still it paid to be ready. The base itself was mostly underground, hiding most of its strength from the enemy. It had taken far longer then a normal base to be constructed but when Titus had arrived onto the planet he had been surprised at the ingenuity. Surrounding the base was a wall that stood an easy fifty feet into the air and wide enough to allow two AT-ST's to walk side by side with plenty of comfort space. Two huge gates were situated to the north and south ends of the wall, large enough to allow an AT-AT to pass through. The northern gate opened out onto a road that led to the capital city of Raven's Head and the largest spaceport. The southern road led to a smaller space port designed for military use only and a major 'highway' used by traders to bring their wares to Raven's Head and the spaceport. A squat building on the eastern side of the base was home to the headquarters. Large communcations arrays dotted the roof. Bellow the headquarters sat the generators and reactors that powered the base and the shielding that, in times of need could be raised to cover the base. On the western side of the base sat the repair yard. A large ugly building dominated the area, its large doors able to accomodate any ground vehicle that the Empire had in production. The northern side of the base was dominated by a low squat building of the troops barracks. An easily defendable position, it was designed to offer a last ditch fighting spot if the base walls were breached. On the southern side of the base row upon row of three sided sheds were assembled. Within these the various ground vehicles that the Imperials used were kept.
I trust that you will be in attendence during the interogation Overseer? Why of course Colonel. I request the honor of doing the interogation myself. More like you order me too, Titus thought. For the moment I trust that you have things under control Colonel. I will be off to prepare the interogation room to my liking. The Overseer saluted the Colonel who saluted back. Though he pulled rank over the Overseer, they could still cause plenty of damage and if he was found wanting they could end his life. Rlev had been with the unit for a a good portion of time now but it was still like pounding two hammers together. There was always damage. Pride was one thing, but Titus held that in check. Rlev rubbed him the wrong way most of the time but Titus wouldnt doubt the mans ability in combat. Though the base was only of a medium size there were still around thousand beings that called the base home. From soldiers to mechanics to every day menials that helped keep the base in charge. Though Rlev was head Overseer there were still two others that helped him in his duties. Titus cared little for where they were and wished them the worst of luck. He repsected their duties but hated what they stood for. He had no doubt in his mind that his office was bugged and his room searched daily. It was just how the times were these days. He watched as Overseer Rlev made his way across the yard and into the headquarters building. No doubt gleeful at the wanton pain he would inflict on the poor soul that thought they could fight against the Empire. Titus returned his gaze out across the plain to the patrol that was coming back to home, the package in tow.
