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Either Trade Federation,Techno union or Intergalatic banking clan. Also as these are main corps and lore how should I do my sheet?


Go ahead and do up a regular NS if you like, or can go with the OS. It's up to you. You can define things how you like for the specifics of your chosen company, just so long as it still roughly follows along with the main line =P
Sir Geoffrey


GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Sire Geoffrey Neville Cockburn, Knight of the Realm in the service of His Lordship, King Henry VI Lancaster. Noble of the great house Cockburn, and defender of the Catholic faith.

Species
In actuality, he is Krogan, however he believes himself to be Human.

Age
354, though in his mind he is an aging man of 40, on the cusp of retiring from active duty.

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Sir Geoffrey is a very odd individual for a Krogan, one that has given him all too many curious looks on his long journey since being released. In his mind, he was raised as a young noble, and thusly acts according to the chivalrous code and the ways in which a knight must conduct himself. At all times he is kind and courteous to others, giving them respect until the point at which his respect is no longer warranted. Beyond his attitude, he truly believes in the image cast about him, deluded into thinking he is a human in the service of the King of England nearly seven hundred years ago. Needless to say, he is often looked upon as mentally unstable, and especially so because of his adamant belief.

Sexuality
As he believes himself to be a christian in good faith, he is heterosexual. To suggest otherwise may anger him.

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
Despite what he would have you believe, Geoffrey is a prime example of a Krogan in his middling years. At nearly eight feet in height and almost 175 kilos, he cuts an imposing image and is capable of exerting great strength with little effort. His emerald green eyes seem always alert, seeking out the eyes of those he speaks to and remaining attentive.

Clothing and Armour
His typical armor is a custom made suit of plate armor built for him by the London Institute for Traditional Craftsmanship. Though on the exterior it appears to be a modified suit of plate, it is layered with ceramic armor strands and temperature filtering layers. This allows his armor to function as equivalent to the most basic heavy armor available on the open market. Beyond this, he has in his possession a tailored suit for wear outside combat.

Equipment
His main weapon is that of a modified morning-star with an emitter that produces an electrical field upon impacting a solid object with enough force. Upon activating, the electrical field snaps outward, producing a wave of force that tears asunder exposed flesh in a radius and may be able to buckle armor it impacts. His left-hand weapon is not a weapon, but a tower shield built for him by the LITC, one with a discreet shield emitter within that polarizes the surface of the shield. Though by no means equivalent in strength to even the most basic of personal shields, the important part of this is that it protects him far more than the shield would normally, and allows him the air of belief that it is not advanced technology behind it.

Though he is seldom to use it, he has acquired a standard issue rifle from the Systems Alliance. The basic operations of the rifle fail him at times, and it is often which he wonders why it is the thing works the way it does. Nevertheless, he will use it in practicality to remove threats at range.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

As his neuro-indoctrination has created him to believe, Geoffrey is a capable fighter in close combat, even without factoring in his size and Krogan strength. Both his morning-star and shield are used as if extensions of his body, and his ability to move within his armor as if it was nothing make him a deadly force in swinging range.

Beyond his martial capability, Geoffrey is the image of a gentleman, taking upon himself the Knight's code of honour and conduct. This he does in the belief that it is only the proper thing to do.

BIOGRAPHY

Early in 2180 discussions were made within the Systems Alliance over the viability of a program to train fresh soldiers through psycho-indoctrination and neural-linked learning. The theory was that a person could learn volumes of tactics and training in a thousandth the time it would normally take, via direct uploading of the information to the cortex. Despite favourable sentiment towards the idea, the leadership was unwilling to initiate human testing without full understanding of the process. So it was that an inquiry was sent to the scientific database to find other species to test the method on, and find one suitable for the process. As the inquiry went on, many of the citadel races were found unsuitable, due to limiting factors from high frequency of biotics to political tension between the SA and the particular government.

In the end, a choice was given between a Krogan subject, or abandoning the project all together. Not wanting to give up on the project, an offer was made to some of the outlying clans and to their surprise an individual accepted the offer. Granted, the offer was veiled as one that promised many things that were not even part of the original proposal, but regardless, they had their subject. Due to their unique biology, changes had to be made for testing on the Krogan, such as the need for anesthetics and many chemical balancers for the neuro-treatment. With preparations complete, and the Krogan on the table, the test began with him remaining awake.

As part of the experiment, the entirety of human history and early battle tactics had been selected to be uploaded, so as to see how well the process took to the subject. In the beginning, it went well, the subject responding positively to the psycho-conditioning and taking in the information at an acceptable rate. However, as the process entered into the half-way point, a fault occurred in database, creating a surge which fried the connectors to the subject's body. For a full thirty seconds, the subject writhed upon the table as his mind and body were fried in the surge of electrical energy from the damaged connectors.

Despite hastily removing the connectors and shutting down the test, the damage had been done, and the subject had suffered severe brain damage from the fault. All the scientists could do at this point was to induce the subject into a coma and treat what they could of his wounds, attempting to discover exactly what lead to the fault and what damage had truly been done. For six weeks the Krogan lay in a deep coma while he was worked upon, his vitals stabilizing as they discovered the extent of the damage. When it came time to awaken the subject, the scientists expected to be greeted by a vegetable, a once proud Krogan reduced to barely being capable of speaking.

To their astonishment and horror, they found that the test was both a success and a terrible failure. The Krogan had awoken in a strange time and on a world unfamiliar to him, though it was more so for the process which taught him human history had done so from a point of view of specific individuals through time. When the fault had developed, he had been witnessing the height of the Hundred Years War, as a knight in the service of King Henry VI Lancaster. This development confused the scientists almost as much as the Krogan himself, both parties equally bewildered by the event. With some very careful questioning, they discovered the subject to be believing himself to be one Sir Geoffrey Neville Cockburn, supposedly knighted by King Henry in 1440 and serving in the war against the French in the defense of Normandie.

Unsurprisingly, when parliament heard of the results, the test was shut down for good, no commander wishing the risk of troops believing themselves to be seven hundred years in the past. Geoffrey's fate, however, remained undecided. On one hand, he was deemed incapable of functioning in society due to his fervent beliefs in being a man in 1444, a rightful belief reinforced by his steadfast refusal to see the truth of the matter. On the other hand he was still a Krogan, and frighteningly capable of medieval combat tactics, a skill which could see him of great use even despite his instability.

In the end it became too expensive to continue to hold Sir Geoffrey, and so the scientist team was forced to release him into neutral space. What followed was a long spiral in which he found himself lost and confused where ever he went, struggling to come to terms with the amazing feats which came up at every turn. He found it difficult to maintain a living, swiftly becoming a vagrant and taking whatever he could to feed himself while maintaining the appearance of a good christian in service of his king. In time he found himself on Omega, working for a local fight organizer, believing it to be a tourney against fellow knights. Here he has lived and served since his arrival, and is where he was found by Ticus, and earned his eye...
IC is go, everyone is free to post away if you've got a post in the Characters tab.

Apologies for being more than a little late on it, work has been hectic with the beginning of the season, and I was kinda stuck on how to intro the RP. Decided to go with an opening in the Gardens of Mandalore, Kenobi's somewhat private garden in the capital, and home to the Well of Life. Though Kenobi and others don't realize it, the pond is a focus point for the force, and the balance of the force affects the plants growing in it. Each plant is representative of a civilization, and the health of it. Since the garden was planted, the one flower has always been in bloom, while the others refused to grow, a metaphor for how Mandalore stood alone in the Outer Rim as a rock of stability against the forces of change. Now, with so many others finding stability, the others have bloomed and a true balance in the force is being seen.
As the morning light slowly rose over the horizon and crept across the garden grounds, a single bloom drifted lazily in the pond, alone among dozens of buds. The soft white petals yearned for the crisp light of day, basking in the warmth and relaxing down against the pad as the sun was crawling overhead. All around it, others had yet to bloom, despite the care of the gardeners and the ideal conditions of the year. Some had even sank below the waters, their roots having rotted away unseen, or eaten by the fat fish swimming about the pond. Soft strands of the force ran between the flowers, their innate affinity linking them to it and feeding off the balance of energies.

Obi-Wan Kenobi sat upon the bench at the edge of the pond, his mind in deep thought as he observed the flower and the force as he did every morning. The Gardens of Mandalore had always been more his own creation than one of the Paladin, a way of easing his mind before the inevitable headache of keeping the peace between the Enclaves. This was the price of balance within the order, however, one that he bore alone. A stirring at his side alerted him to another within the gardens, the soft swish of robes belonging to another of the order come to speak directly with him. To his surprise it was the master of Taris, Shimmerene the Cold Void, one of the more dark aligned masters.

"It has been some time since you have come to visit, Cold Void." He said, curiosity evident in his tone as he welcomed the master to have a seat beside him, despite knowing the master always preferred to stand. Even more curious than Shimmerene's visit, was that the master accepted the offer, sitting upon the bench and staring out across the pond from beneath the folds of the hood.

"My... My apprentices have begun their new life. I am now the master of cracked stone and dusty tomes once more." The voice which spoke was one that had clearly not been used for a long time, a rasp heavy on the otherwise feminine voice. Small ashen hands reached from the folds of the cloak, laying back the hood to reveal a dark face that would have otherwise been beautiful had it not been for the lack of emotion clear on her face. Her red eyes, however, seemed to bear a great sadness which reflected outwards in her dark aura of despair and coldness.

Kenobi was unsure how to react, never before truly knowing the face of the Cold Void, or even knowing whether she was truly a gendered being. "We all find our paths sooner or later, Master Shimmerene, it was merely their time. Were you planning to remain on Taris and head the Enclave there? Could always use you around the temple here, dealing with some of the other masters gets tiring after a while." He gave a smirk, the kind he was infamous for back when the Order truly was the Jedi Order.

"At one point," She said softly, trying to reduce the strain on her little used vocal cords "I would have said no, for despite what I may seem to others, I am still somewhat capable of forming attachments. Now though, I am alone without them, Solace and Requiem have gone to walk their path and leave me to my own."

For a long moment the two sat upon the bench in silence, looking out upon the pond and the single flower bloomed in the center. Slowly, another opened up near it, soft blue petals unfolding to embrace the light. Kenobi leaned forward, a slight smile forming as he watched others bloom, one by one until the pond was filled with dozens of blooms of many colors, each of them floating lazily in the water and seeking the warmth of the sun. "It seems a new age has begun." He said simply, leaning back to relax before the imminent meeting. "Indeed it has." Shimmerene returned, looking down at her own hands in her lap, wondering what this new era would bring.
I have PM'd my CS to you :3
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So kinda like a grand Moff/Grand Admiral, seeing as how they held control over certain regions and only answered to the Emperor.


Yeh, exactly like that.
I also have interest in submitting a character, a Krogan to be specific. Unfortunately it will have to be after work D:
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Aye like would the company owners be like Grand moffs in that they commanded Sectors and fleets or more of like Vader and they could move around and do what they like but be there for grievous if needed. Basically what happened to the council after they won and such.


After the war, and during the later parts of it after Dooku, the company owners would be somewhat of both in that they held command over certain theaters of the war, but also moved about as they wished. They still retain control of their companies, and as such are treated as governors over their entire region, but still answer directly to Grievous. I imagine after the conclusion of the war, and Grievous' refusal to return power over to them, that a few of the heads would be a little dissatisfied with him, but not able to do anything against him because of his control over the armies. So, in a sense, as a Federation player, you could take up the role of one of these companies as a sort of client-state of the Federation as a whole.
Alright. Suddenly, right out of the gate, an obviously high level engineer defects with nations secrets.

Seriously? Dude.. Seriously?


Some clarification is needed here, as well as a bit more of a calm attitude.
Should I make a sheet for the company or what?


Absolutely, we could use someone on the side of the Federation to bring more life to them beyond my NPC control of them =P Did you have any questions regarding specifics of the companies?
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