Post by Mr. Slender on Nov 2, 2015 23:06:57 GMT -5
Designation: TK-1104/D
Species: Human (Clone)
Faction: Imperial Army/Stormtrooper Corp
Rank: Trooper
Age: 1.5
Height: 1.82m
Weight: 87.9kg
Image:
TK-1104/D's false face
Appearance:
TK-1104/D's appearance doesn't matter. He is one of several hundred thousand troopers that share the same identical genes, and he and his batch mates are just a small percentage of The Empire's infinite army of Stormtroopers. They are all united under a singular uniform. That is the true face of these guardians of peace, a sight that the galaxy can rely upon as symbol of their protection. TK-1104/D feels completely naked without his armor, and doesn't like to be out of it longer than it takes to bath, defecate or eat. Unlike the many specialist divisions within the Stormtrooper Corp, his armor is that of the "rank and file" trooper, not that it bothers him in the slightest. On the contrary, the clone likes the fact he, and the millions waiting to take his place should he fall, will always see the most action on the front lines.
On the horrid occasions that TK-1104/D isn't permitted or is incapable of wearing his beloved armor, he really isn't bad to look at it. The Imperial scientists that conceived his batch really picked their donor well. The clone got created predisposed to having a body in peak condition, but a strenuous daily exercise regimen has sharpened him into the pinnacle of human strength and agility. If TK-1104/D's muscles got any tighter or more defined, his skin would literally split. Partially due to living in armor nearly full-time, and equally a result of genes, his skin is almost as pale as milk. Following the odd trend, the clone's hair is even more pale, resembling freshly fallen snow.
TK-1104/D's possesses a very strong jaw line, complimented with a chin that looks capable of breaking a boulder. In contrast, his soft small lips and boyish button nose seem almost out-of-place on a mature man. The clone's eyes are a slightly "muddled" shade of blue, best described as snow landing on a sunny ocean. Above them are some seriously large eyebrows. Lastly, The Empire's extensive dental plan for all of its loyal employees has left him with thirty-two pearly, perfectly straight teeth.
Personality:
TK-1104/D only lives to serve the emperor to the best of his abilities, and has no ambitions other than to fall in service of his venerable leader. Time away from combat is mostly used to plan and prepare for the next inevitable conflict. Running equipment checks, polishing his armor and spending time at the firing range are all the clone's favorite activities. He has never once accepted an offhanded offer to join in a card game or go watch a holo vid, and chooses instead to spend any spare hours left over to hone his body and mind. All Imperial laws and regulations were hardwired into his brain since before he left his pod, otherwise he'd thumb through a little of the documents each night before bed. TK-1104/D's self restricted library really only contains combat manuals and a few third-party publications on the finer points of working out.
Lastly, His favorite food and drink choices are MRE protein sticks and Electrolyte enhanced water.
History:
TK-1104/D was manufactured on Centax-2, just one of thousands. Within days of his birth he was introduced to his assignment, fully equipped and promptly shipped out to deal with the enemies of The Empire. Serving aboard the Imperial I class Star Destroyer The united, he and his legion were to be utilized to patrol the Outer Rim, putting down dissonant and rebellious citizens. In a short time they saw action putting down a political demonstration, breaking a shipyard labor strike and razing the homes of vocal critics of the New Order. TK-1104/D was having the time of his life. Unfortunately, a tragedy occurred surrounding he and his batch mates shortly afterward.
In the middle of prep for deployment to settle a planet scale land dispute, The United's emergency PA system screeched to life and the captain frantically called for all clones belonging to the "D" line to be exterminated. Apparently, at least one company of clones had suddenly succumbed to "Clone Madness", and started mercilessly gunning down the vessel's unsuspecting. Exterminating the lot sounded like a perfectly reasonable solution to the problem, except only a small portion of the force had lost their minds. All those who tried to explain this were gunned down before they could even form the first syllable.
TK-1104/D proved to be very lucky, having just suited up into his armor and retrieved his weapons from the armory when the announcement came. It was by further luck he was able to avoid getting blasted in a firefight and he looked for somewhere to lay low, and even more that he arrived while a Lambda shuttle was being prepped to leave. Thankfully the ones rushing to get it ready for takeoff were other unaffected clones, that collectively decided to leave the ship until this internal affair resolved itself. The crew might be more reasonable with nobody firing on them. As soon as the shuttle loaded up on fuel, TK-1104/D and his colleagues fled into space.
Oddly, it never occurred to them that The United might try to fire on a vessel making an unauthorized escape under these conditions. As such, it was a total surprise when a turbolaser bolt slammed into the shuttle's unshielded hull. Things were calm and quiet one moment, and the cabin was an inferno the next. Either by mechanical failure or the act of a fearful pilot, the shuttle suddenly entered hyperspace. The smoking quickly claimed those not clad in armor with air filters, and the fire aggressively went after those that remained. Only a few minutes after the hyperdrive started, it died and dropped the deteriorating craft in a planet's orbit. TK-1104/D had run to the cockpit to find another fire extinguisher when another explosion rocked the shuttle.
Before its death throes could claim all hands, the pilots launched the lambda's signature cockpit escape pod. They barely got clear in time before the body went off with a third mighty explosion. Still, enough accelerated debris hit the emergency craft that its stabilizers were damaged. The result was an extremely rough descent and landing that left both unarmored pilots broken and twisted on impact. TK-1104/D was the only one to literally crawl from the wreckage, optimistically hoping the local garrison of whatever planet they landed on would be willing to accept him into their ranks.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Main Offensive & Defensive Equipment
Utility belt Contents
Species: Human (Clone)
Faction: Imperial Army/Stormtrooper Corp
Rank: Trooper
Age: 1.5
Height: 1.82m
Weight: 87.9kg
Image:
TK-1104/D's false face
Appearance:
TK-1104/D's appearance doesn't matter. He is one of several hundred thousand troopers that share the same identical genes, and he and his batch mates are just a small percentage of The Empire's infinite army of Stormtroopers. They are all united under a singular uniform. That is the true face of these guardians of peace, a sight that the galaxy can rely upon as symbol of their protection. TK-1104/D feels completely naked without his armor, and doesn't like to be out of it longer than it takes to bath, defecate or eat. Unlike the many specialist divisions within the Stormtrooper Corp, his armor is that of the "rank and file" trooper, not that it bothers him in the slightest. On the contrary, the clone likes the fact he, and the millions waiting to take his place should he fall, will always see the most action on the front lines.
On the horrid occasions that TK-1104/D isn't permitted or is incapable of wearing his beloved armor, he really isn't bad to look at it. The Imperial scientists that conceived his batch really picked their donor well. The clone got created predisposed to having a body in peak condition, but a strenuous daily exercise regimen has sharpened him into the pinnacle of human strength and agility. If TK-1104/D's muscles got any tighter or more defined, his skin would literally split. Partially due to living in armor nearly full-time, and equally a result of genes, his skin is almost as pale as milk. Following the odd trend, the clone's hair is even more pale, resembling freshly fallen snow.
TK-1104/D's possesses a very strong jaw line, complimented with a chin that looks capable of breaking a boulder. In contrast, his soft small lips and boyish button nose seem almost out-of-place on a mature man. The clone's eyes are a slightly "muddled" shade of blue, best described as snow landing on a sunny ocean. Above them are some seriously large eyebrows. Lastly, The Empire's extensive dental plan for all of its loyal employees has left him with thirty-two pearly, perfectly straight teeth.
Personality:
TK-1104/D only lives to serve the emperor to the best of his abilities, and has no ambitions other than to fall in service of his venerable leader. Time away from combat is mostly used to plan and prepare for the next inevitable conflict. Running equipment checks, polishing his armor and spending time at the firing range are all the clone's favorite activities. He has never once accepted an offhanded offer to join in a card game or go watch a holo vid, and chooses instead to spend any spare hours left over to hone his body and mind. All Imperial laws and regulations were hardwired into his brain since before he left his pod, otherwise he'd thumb through a little of the documents each night before bed. TK-1104/D's self restricted library really only contains combat manuals and a few third-party publications on the finer points of working out.
Lastly, His favorite food and drink choices are MRE protein sticks and Electrolyte enhanced water.
History:
TK-1104/D was manufactured on Centax-2, just one of thousands. Within days of his birth he was introduced to his assignment, fully equipped and promptly shipped out to deal with the enemies of The Empire. Serving aboard the Imperial I class Star Destroyer The united, he and his legion were to be utilized to patrol the Outer Rim, putting down dissonant and rebellious citizens. In a short time they saw action putting down a political demonstration, breaking a shipyard labor strike and razing the homes of vocal critics of the New Order. TK-1104/D was having the time of his life. Unfortunately, a tragedy occurred surrounding he and his batch mates shortly afterward.
In the middle of prep for deployment to settle a planet scale land dispute, The United's emergency PA system screeched to life and the captain frantically called for all clones belonging to the "D" line to be exterminated. Apparently, at least one company of clones had suddenly succumbed to "Clone Madness", and started mercilessly gunning down the vessel's unsuspecting. Exterminating the lot sounded like a perfectly reasonable solution to the problem, except only a small portion of the force had lost their minds. All those who tried to explain this were gunned down before they could even form the first syllable.
TK-1104/D proved to be very lucky, having just suited up into his armor and retrieved his weapons from the armory when the announcement came. It was by further luck he was able to avoid getting blasted in a firefight and he looked for somewhere to lay low, and even more that he arrived while a Lambda shuttle was being prepped to leave. Thankfully the ones rushing to get it ready for takeoff were other unaffected clones, that collectively decided to leave the ship until this internal affair resolved itself. The crew might be more reasonable with nobody firing on them. As soon as the shuttle loaded up on fuel, TK-1104/D and his colleagues fled into space.
Oddly, it never occurred to them that The United might try to fire on a vessel making an unauthorized escape under these conditions. As such, it was a total surprise when a turbolaser bolt slammed into the shuttle's unshielded hull. Things were calm and quiet one moment, and the cabin was an inferno the next. Either by mechanical failure or the act of a fearful pilot, the shuttle suddenly entered hyperspace. The smoking quickly claimed those not clad in armor with air filters, and the fire aggressively went after those that remained. Only a few minutes after the hyperdrive started, it died and dropped the deteriorating craft in a planet's orbit. TK-1104/D had run to the cockpit to find another fire extinguisher when another explosion rocked the shuttle.
Before its death throes could claim all hands, the pilots launched the lambda's signature cockpit escape pod. They barely got clear in time before the body went off with a third mighty explosion. Still, enough accelerated debris hit the emergency craft that its stabilizers were damaged. The result was an extremely rough descent and landing that left both unarmored pilots broken and twisted on impact. TK-1104/D was the only one to literally crawl from the wreckage, optimistically hoping the local garrison of whatever planet they landed on would be willing to accept him into their ranks.
Miscellaneous Crap:
Main Offensive & Defensive Equipment
- E-11 Blaster Rifle
- SE-14r light repeating blaster
- Stormtrooper Armor
- Improvised Knife made from escape pod debris
Utility belt Contents
- A high-tension wire
- Two grappling hooks
- Four spare E-11 blaster rifle power packs
- Three ion flares
- Energy rations
- A spare C1 military comlink hardwired against jamming
- Three water packs
- Two medpacs
- Two blast energy sinks
- A Thermal detonator
- Combat de-ionizer
- wrist binders
- Electronic lock scrambler/descrambler
