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[b]Name:[/b]
Elizabeth Reeds
[b]Age:[/b]
21
[b]Gender:[/b] 
Female
[b]Origin:[/b]
Eden Research Station/Alpha Centurai 

[b]Craft Specialization:[/b] 
T-22 Dirk Interceptor
[b]Callsign/Codename:[/b]
Holes / Newbie
[b]Kills:[/b] 
0 Confirmed Kills
 
[b]Psychological Analysis:[/b]

Ensign Reeds is as fresh from the academy as pilots come, admittedly she started a little late but that only added do her eagerness to succeed - not necessarily a good thing in her case, however, for a reason which we'll cover later. Psychologically she's all there, no marbles missing and completely capable of an independent and rational thought process; an important note is that while rationality and independence are not mutually exclusive in Reeds' actions, she does often lean towards one of the two so-called "options."

Yes, you may have picked up that Reeds is what we call a risk-taker, which is why we assigned her to a T-22 Dirk during her flight training. A decision which we quite quickly came to regret. It turns out that you can take too much risk in those things. In the case of Reeds she ran into a cloud of micro-debris, and instead of bringing her bird to a halt she tried to turn that thing through 180 degrees something which she clearly didn't have the skill to do. By some luck, she didn't hit anything vital and managed to bring herself back in, albeit, full of holes. Her classmates did quick work of giving her a new nickname for that one.

As you might expect from a candidate as new to the field as Reeds, she still holds that irritating sunny disposition that some people manage to keep this far in life. As much as she loves shooting down aliens, she somehow still likes to think that everything will work out just fine - we're confident that this will sort itself out in due course as it always does. Expect her to be highly impressionable and vulnerable during the earlier duration of her career. 

[b]Military Record:[/b]

Reeds, Elizabeth. Born on the research station orbiting Eden in the Alpha Centauri system, originally commissioned to study the double star phenomena of the star Rigil Kentarus, however, in later years it was repurposed to measure radiation levels from Proxima Centauri instead. Her parents were both domestic workers - a cook and an on station gardener to be precise. While she always showed an interest in flying it was never in the military that she wanted to do it. More so in the typical fly out and pick up some rock samples, or if she was lucky the odd import delivery.

You might think that if you were a pilot that one might want to do something slightly more exciting than picking up rock samples from irradiated asteroids, and you would most likely be right. The reason Elizabeth had set her expectation in life so low was due to the stations schooling system. You see, living on a station requires enough people to fill all of the roles, and it's very rare that people want to leave planetside to live in what you can only describe as close conditions. So finding people to come to a station is hard enough as it is, the last thing anyone wants is people shooting off to explore the stars or some other rubbish.

After trying her best to spend her life flying those ships, she only lasted a year in the station's integrated flight school she had given up with it. The flying was what she had always dreamt of, but it was boring to her, nothing ever changed. She thought that perhaps flying wasn't for her, ended up working in the domestic sector for a few months, staring at the people who kept going.

Elizabeth had almost entirely resigned herself to the dull daily toil of station life when a recruiter made his rounds to Eden, stopping off at the station. Clearly, he had never had much success around there before; he didn't give any thrilling pitch. More of an "if you want to join come and see me," deal. Elizabeth wasn't particularly interested in the military. Dying was nothing she wanted to be part of, but on the other hand, the military always needed pilots. Also, military piloting could never be as dreadful as what Eden offered. 

The decision was one which Elizabeth had to mull over for a few days, leave everything she knew for something she might very well hate, but would be stuck with for the foreseeable future. She was almost convinced that it was a bad idea before the stations waste disposal broke down. For a week. For most on the station, it was bad. For Janitor understudy Elizabeth it was hell. Rubbish piled up in the halls as maintenance gave the constant excuse of "it's the next thing on our list we swear!". She signed up after the sixth time they said that the same day the recruiter was supposed to leave.

Training in the academy was hell for Elizabeth, she wasn't as good as a pilot as she thought she would be. She was rash and naive, things she thought were clever were in reality suicidal. What she lacked in talent she tried her damned hardest to make up for in effort. The first year of her training pegged her as the hardest working in her cohort, but also the least damned successful. The theory went over her head, and her piloting was, to quote her instructor "stiff, almost like you're reading from the damned manual as you go,". It hit her hard, she started working twice as hard, and while she started to climb in capability, she started to lose herself. It was too much, and she wasn't making enough progress.

Then one day she [i]really[/i] fucked up. She was flying a test flight, first time in a Dirk Interceptor. Some asshole flying in that area of space had blown an asteroid up, or some shit like that. Micro debris was everywhere. Any sane pilot would have stopped,
 but being overworked had made Sera sluggish and ignorant. By the time she noticed the cloud. The only thing she could think of when she saw it was to make use of the Dirks inertial dampeners, switch them off, swing her round and fire full thrust. Perhaps it was a lack of skill that meant she failed, maybe it was a lack of time. It was luck that got her out in one piece, however. One, Swiss cheese like piece.

That ballsy maneuver lead to two things, a new nickname from Elizabeth's peers. "Holes," a fitting name, if a bit tongue in cheek. Also a realization that she may be able to get through the academy on quick thinking rather than completely following the manual. She got more sleep out of that, and lower grades in the theory side of things. Her piloting made leaps and bounds, not to the top of the class of anything, but it was enough for her to graduate from the academy eventually. Assigned to the 144th Direwolves as a fucking newbie no less.  But that didn't make her any less determined to prove her own worth.
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