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I.D Card
  Name: Commander Flavius Bontrate
 Age: 29
Gender: Male 
Ethnicity: Caucasian
 Appearance: Commander Flavius has a handsome face with short ginger hair and is always seen in full military uniform. At his hip there lies a ceremonial sword with his pistol holster on top of it, filled with a beautifully fashioned Pistol.

Personal Records
  System of Birth: Earth
  Occupation: Commander of the Empire forces in the Andoran system 
Felonies: None 
Declared Monthly Income: 135,000 Imperial credits a month.   Marital Status: Unmarried, single
Offspring: None 
Faction Affiliation: Affiliated with the Empire of Earth 
Summary of Life Over Last 6 Months: The last six months of Flavius's life have been filled with drills and preparations. The bulk of his time spent training up the crew of the mighty E.E.S.Andromada and what little time he has had left has been filled with meetings and briefings on the andoran system. Flavius has risen through the ranks due to his family ties with the military leaders and his tact diplomacy, with his most recent promotion being one of necessity, needing a replacement after the loss of the old Commander on the system.
Security Checks
  Apparrel at RP’s Start: His Uniform
  Weapons at RP’s Start: His ceremonial blade and his expensive pistol, replacing the one issued to officers in the miltary
 Vehicles at RP’s Start: The E.S.S.Andromada, a galaxy class vessel fresh out of the spacedocks of Earth and bristleing with the finest armaments the Empire can develop. Its hull is incredibly strong and it can cruise at an reasonably fast speed. Its large mass makes maneuvering difficult however, forcing the ship to rely more on sitting in place as the battle happens around it acting as an extremely heavy space turret with warp capabilities. It has a crew of 1600 including officers, medical and mechanical personnel. Its large hangers which are shut when not in combat and, when open, have a thin field holding gaseous materials at bay while allowing solids to pass freely (including everything contained within them) making this a weakspot to old fashioned ballistic weapons, when open, but effective against more modern laser and beam technology. The Hangers contain around 50 interceptors, 20 shortwave fighters and 3 battle class cruisers (they are smaller forms of cruisers focusing on firepower rather then speed or armor) and there are 4 hangars in total.
In one hanger an Interceptor is replaced with the Commanders transport and one battle cruiser is replaced with at atmospheric  worthy transport, one to transport the Commander and his envoys and the other to transport large numbers of the on board Marines to the surface.
 Starting Planet: In orbit around Midway
 Aptitude Test: Your character is walking down a tight alleyway, on a warm Chanterellian night. Suddenly, a street rough steps out into your path and blocks your way. Before you know what’s happening, a palm rests on your shoulder from behind.   “Give us your credits, scum,” says a gruff voice behind you.  How do you handle this situation? He would get out money that he would consider about equal to that of a local out for 'a night on the town' and would press a button in his wallet, at the same time, requesting reinforcements and transmitting his location. Not that he would be seen alone on any planet, especially one not occupied by Empire forces.
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