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Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

John A. Lee

Name: John Ambrose Lee

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Ethnicity/Nationality: American (of German descent)

Former Unit: Served for 14 years in the United States Marine Corps (starting as an 0311 Marine Rifleman) and attended combat parachuting and combat diving school at the Navy Diving and Salvage Center (NDSC), Panama City, Florida, along with the Basic Recon Course (BRC) at Camp Pendleton, California (gaining him the MOS of 0326 Reconaissance Marine) and the Marine Special Operations Individual Training Course (MSITC) at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Last held MOS was that of 0372 Critical Skills Operator.
His former units include:
- 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines, 1st Marine Division (when he was 0311)
- 1st Force Reconaissance Detachment, 1st Reconaissance Battalion, 1st Marine Division (when he was 0326)
- 1st Marine Raider Battalion, Marine Raider Regiment (when he was 0372)
- Left with the rank of Gunnery Sergeant.

Role: Rifleman

Physical Description:

John stands at a fair 5'11" and weighs in at about 160 lbs. His build is rather muscular, and his complexion is rather tan. His hair is dark brown, kept well in regulation with a high-and-tight 'Jarhead' cut. His face is well shaven, a thin and barely noticeable patch of stubble appearing once he has not shaved for a few days. His clothing when not in uniform generally consists of a dark brown blazer, denim blue jeans, coyote tan working boots, and a black ball cap imprinted with the logo of the Parker-Hannifin Industrial Corporation.

Skillset:

- Served as a Marine Rifleman, Reconaissance Marine, and Critical Skills Operator within varying units such as the Force Recon Company and Marine Raider Regiment
- Marine Parachutist School
- Marine Combatant Diver School
- Basic Recon Course
- Marine Special Operations Individual Training Course
- HALO (high-altitude low-opening) qualified.
- HAHO (high-altitude high-opening) qualified.
- Static Line Jump qualified.
- 100 out of 100 points on the Marine Corps Physical Fitness Test
- Rifle Marksman Badge in the Marine Corps Marksmanship Test
- Pistol Marksman Badge in the Marine Corps Marksmanship Test
- Black Rigger's Belt (2nd Degree) in the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program
- Pathfinding/Land Navigation
- Combat Lifesaving Course certified.
- Small Unit Tactics

History:

John was born in Greene County, Tennessee on November 10th, 1984 to an extensive military family. His father had served in Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Division, his grandfather with the 2nd Marine Division in Korea, and his great grandfather in World War 2 with the 4th Infantry Division.

During his childhood, John attended school locally and partook in the traditions and popular pastimes of the region, such as hunting, fishing, competetive shooting, and hiking. His outdoorsmanship, patriotism, and military-oriented family motivated him to enlist directly out of highschool.

Thirteen weeks of basic combat training and many more weeks within the school of infantry trained him to be a dedicated Marine. Though, his time within the infantry saw him speaking to representatives from the Force Reconaissance Company. Once meeting the requirements, he passed selection and became a Reconaissance Marine.

After two deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan respectively, he became eligible for the MARSOC selection program, and once he passed, he became a Marine Raider. Four tours later the Centurion Group reached out to him, and once his next enlistment had expired he joined up.

Psychological Profile:

John is generally level-headed and calm, though boisterous. His mind is always on the objective when in the field, and his sense of surroundings is impeccable, though off-duty he is full of laughter and swears.

Equipment:

See the character guide and notes on equipment.
- HK416C Carbine w/ Vertical Foregrip, EoTech Holographic Sight, and AN/PEQ-15 Laser Designator
- M45 'MEUSOC' (M1911) w/ Laser Designator, Taclight, and Retention Lanyard
- Mk 2 Marine Corps Fighting Knife KA-BAR w/ Mounted Bayonet Ring
- KA-BAR 'Bushwacker' Kukri Knife w/ Shoulder Sheathe
- 6x Mag-Pul 30-round Magazines (5.56x45mm NATO)
- 4x Double-stack 7-round Magazines (.45 ACP)
- Improved Marine Tactical Vest (IMTV) w/ Type III SAPI Ceramic Inserts
- MICH 2000 Tactical Helmet w/ GoPro NVG Mount and Nightvision Goggles
- MOLLE Rigging Gear (PALS Mag Pouches, Tactical Holster, Knife Sheathe, Rigger's Belt Hooks, Vest Pockets, Buttpack, Rucksack)
- Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniforms (MCCUU) (Fatigues)
- Combat Lifesaving (CLS) bag (in buttpack)
- Sleeping Kit (Bedroll, Blanket, Weatherproof Storage Bags) (in rucksack)
- Hygiene Kit (Toothbrush, Toothpaste, Shaving Cream, Razor, Deoderant) (in rucksack)
- Canteen
- Weather Goggles w/ Cover
- 3x MREs (1 broken down, 2 packaged) (in rucksack)
- Camelbak Hydration Fluid Bag (in rucksack)

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

You have my interest and intrigue.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

First Section, Second Platoon Breaching Point

Trad's face contorted and his eyes glassed over as the order buzzed through the receiver of the radio. His finger scrambled to cycle the dial, to the channel which linked him and all his section leaders.

"We are go. Breach, breach!" Ibus rasped into the small device. He clipped it to his rigging and grasped the A280. A dull beeping sounded before him, echoing out of the docking bridge. Finally, BANG! His men filed down the bridge, automatic riflemen taking lead with Ibus in the thick of his first section.

The mercenaries which greeted them got nary two shots before the repeating blaster-wielding troopers riddled them with shots. All that remained of the enemy was slumped corpses covered in cauterized holes surrounded by black soot.

Ibus' nose wrinkled and his face contorted once more, and he spoke into the radio. "First section take lead. Second section, left flank. Third, right. Sappers cover our rear. Split into fireteams, clear it all room by room, hallway by hallway." And his soldiers replied an acknowledgement, the radio buzzing and beeping.

They spread in the fashion laid out, and split into respective hallways, moving sternwards.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

Second Platoon Common Area, Deck 4

---

Ibus tossed and turned in his cot as a knock came at his door. In his still half-asleep daze, he caught a glimpse of his watch: 0335. He rose, and listened as Senior Sergeant Upard began to speak. "Lieutenant, are you awake?" Came the muffled voice from behind the door.

"Aye." Enunciated Trad, making to press himself up to stand. He does so, and makes for the door. He presses a few keys on the door's console, and the lock clicks, the door sliding open with a whirr.

Krok was already dressed, wearing his usual NCO fatigues, and met the Lieutenant with a nod of greeting. Ibus returned the nod, and made to get past him. His next move was into the head, where he applied the various hygienic supplies at his disposal, shaved the stubble that had grown, and got dressed into his junior officer fatigues.

To the mess he went next, though he was less than hungry. His troops expressed greetings and Trad returned them, as he looked around. Section leaders sat with their squads, and Senior Sergeant Upard was tailing him. Ibus walked by a mess table and swiped a stack of hardtack, opting to munch on it as thoughts about the coming operation raced through his head.

The minutes dragged on and the Lieutenant could not help but stare at his datapad as he bit off small bites from the ever-so-salty and almost molar-breaking hard bread crackers. Next thing he knew, 0430 came along. He took a swig from his canteen and made way to the common area proper.

His quarters was his next destination, and once inside he threw on the signature black jacket and fastened the webbing and rigger's belt, both loaded with gear, over it all. Next he made to wield his A280, sliding a magazine of ionised gas into the magazine well. He slung the weapon and met his group in the common area.

The neat stacked tripods of weapons were now gone, and it was 0445. The common area saw all four sections in formation, and the fourth section leader approached him. Traj Brigg. Stood at a tall 6'4", compared to Ibus' 5'9".

"Section Four is ready to depart and join the Sapper Platoon, sir." Stated Brigg.

"Do so." Replied Trad. "And make sure their Second Section double times it here."

Traj nodded and departed with a salute, which Ibus returned. Brigg formed his section and they filed off in an orderly manner. Five minutes passed and the sappers joined the platoon. As they formed and greeted the rest of the platoon, they were off.

"Second Platoon, forward march!" Exclaimed Senior Sergeant Upard, and so the sections did. Each made the trek in their respective directions to the airlocks.

1st Section Entry Point, 0500 hours.

---

Ibus stood adjacent to the leader of the section, Turk Joul. Krok accompanied him, and stood rigid and stalwart, waiting for the order. Though, Trad was not as up in high confidence as his second in command, though sported a noteworthy posture. Spine straight, eyes forward.

The same could not be said for the troops. Some sported eager expressions, fidgeting and mumbling loudly, but many had expressions of stress. Some were pale as ghosts, anticipating the coming battle.

"Comms check." Ibus murmured into his radio as he depressed the push-to-talk. A response prompted him to nod with satisfaction and stow the radio. Tightly still he gripped his A280. Thoughts still coursed through his head about the outcome of the battle.

Either way, Second Platoon was ready.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

Back at the Second Platoon Common Area, Deck 4

---

Ibus had left the briefing room at next convenience once it had ended. His eyes were fixated on his datapad, still scrolling through all the information at his disposal. Each thought of what could go wrong went through his mind as he slowly strolled down the main hallway that connected each platoon's areas.

The Platoon Sergeant, Krok Upard, was the first to greet him as he made his way into the common area. Trad looked onwards from his datapad, returned the greeting, and with a heavy sigh, began to detail the plan.

"We've got an operation due." Trad remarked lowly, passing the datapad for the Senior Sergeant to read.

"I see," replied Upard. "I'll muster and brief the men. Anything else, Lieutenant?"

"Just make sure the men get plenty of rest. It was a long flight here, they'll need it." Ibus furrowed his brow, thinking. "Oh, and make sure to sound reveille at 0330, breakfast will be 0345 to 0430. Formation is at 0445. Everyone should be in full battle rattle. Got it?"

Krok nodded, and Ibus kept walking, heading to his quarters. The thought about the next day's operation weighed heavily on him. No, this is no time to doubt your abilities or your men, he thought.

His walk through the common area saw his own men finally settled. Bunks and cots were strewn about, footlockers and rucks nestled beside them. Rifles were stacked neatly, muzzles interlocked. Men ate, talked, and tidied their gear. Ibus was hit with waves of greetings as he made way back to the place which he claimed as his own.

As he popped the door to his quarters and entered, the exhaustion hit him all at once. He had barely gotten into sleeping gear before near-collapsing onto his own cot. Instantly he was asleep.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

Second Platoon Common Area, Deck 4

---

Ibus always hated space travel. He much preferred being on the ground, travelling on foot. Thus, the eventual arrival of the platoon aboard the ship prompted a sigh of relief from him. His fresh faced subordinates followed him out of the ship that had transported them here, scurrying about.

Most were dressed in their utility uniforms, being obviously less weary than their counterparts which occupied other parts of the deck. They hauled crates, bags, and all other sorts of containers from the transport to the quarters of which they were authorized, each talking amongst one another about various topics.

Ibus had already claimed his quarters and had just moved in his belongings, beginning to settle in. Needless to say the arrival of the Sergeant Major was of great surprise. Trad's experiences with Company Sergeants had rarely gone well, and he had nary a high hope for this encounter. As Ibus met eyes with the gruff and experienced senior enlistedman, his posture faltered.

"Sergeant Major Jax, I presume?" spoke Ibus, in his calm, well-mannered voice as he raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Aye," replied he, "First off, I'd like to welcome you to the the Keep, Lieutenant."

"Glad to be here." remarked Trad, a slight grin forming upon his face.

"The Commandant has requested you to the briefing room. He's formulated a plan for the next op, and he wants you and the other platoon commanders there to be briefed as soon as possible."

And there it went. The grin dissipated, replaced again by the blank scowl associated so often with commanding figures. "Understood, Sergeant Major. I will depart momentarily. Just give me a few seconds to offload my gear," the Lieutenant stated, placing the unloaded A280 he had been carrying upon the table of his quarters as the Sergeant Major departed. He then removed the rucksack from his person with another sigh, running one of his hands over the light stubble patch upon his jaw.

He stepped out of his quarters, speaking up to the platoon sergeant, Krok Upard, as he made to depart. "I'm heading to a briefing on one of the upper decks. Hold down the fort for me, eh?"

Krok nodded and cracked a smirk, and then the Lieutenant was off again, clad in his officer uniform, opting to trade his ballistic helmet for a field cover as he passed by his hard-working subordinates, on his trek to the briefing room.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

Name: Ibus Trad
Age: 26
Species: Human (Onderonian)
Gender: Male
Rank: Lieutenant
Unit: 2nd Rifle Platoon, Rancor Company
Skills:

Platoon-level Unit Tactics (Intermediate)
Can speak, write, and understand Galactic Basic Common and Onderonian
Marksmanship Training (Intermediate)
Close Quarters Combat Training (Extensive)
Mountainous Terrain Tactics (Intermediate)
Asymmetrical Warfare Tactics (Extensive)

Weaknesses:

Anxious: Despite his role and being quite content with it, Ibus suffers great anxiety due to doubt in his leadership abilities.
Dubious: As previously stated, despite his current rank, Ibus is rather doubtful in his own leadership abilities, looking to others for guidance often.
Aggressive: Being rather bloodthirsty in the heat of combat, Ibus often overstretches his troops or pushes them a little too far forwards, causing needless casualties on occasion.

Equipment:
A280 Blaster Rifle (Medium Condition)
DL-44 Blaster Pistol (Medium Condition)
Combat Knife/Bayonet
Alliance Junior Officer Uniform (Good Condition)
Alliance Ballistic Helmet w/ Ballistic Goggles
Tactical Datapad (Good Condition)
Rucksack filled with field necessities. (Good Condition)
History:
Born in 26 BBY in a mountainous and densely forested region of Onderon, Ibus lived a quiet life until the age of four, when the Clone Wars broke out. After Onderon’s king was overthrown, the horrors of the war soon came to the planet, with the Onderon rebellion and the Separatist armies clashing on the field of battle many times.

By the end of the war, the Separatists had been pushed off Onderon and the previous king was reinstated. However, the charter of the new Galactic Empire left many people on Onderon bitter, and even more so when the Empire constructed a massive supply depot on-planet.

The spark of rebellion flashed once more and bands of Onderonian warriors trained by the previous generation struck at Imperial supply lines. Among these young guerilla fighters was Ibus. In one such raid, Ibus’ section leader took a fatal wound and Ibus took charge, rallying the twelve other fighters and going on to complete the objective while minimizing further losses.

This earned him a promotion to section commander over fourteen other fighters, in which he led in six other successful raids and only suffered two losses and three wounded. Two more years passed and many other raids saw Ibus gain command of his own platoon. He led them through a mere two more operations before further up the chain, the Rebel Alliance offered him a formal commission. As he accepted he was assigned to Rancor Company, in hopes to bring new blood into the unit.

Now, commanding a group of fresh and eager troops, Ibus and his platoon are in a new environment and are prepared to follow each and every order they receive.

Supporting Cast:

2nd Platoon

Command Section

* Lieutenant Ibus Trad - Platoon Commander, BC
* Senior Sergeant Krok Upard - Platoon Sergeant, BC

Anti-Tank Section

* Corporal Gaessa Stoss (F) - Anti-Tank Section Commander, BC, PLEX
* Trooper (2x) - Anti-Tank Troopers, BC, PLEX

1st Section

* Sergeant Turk Joul - 1st Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Wutart Atto - 1st Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 1st Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 1st Section Auto Rifleman, DLT-19
* Trooper (6x) - 1st Section Riflemen, BR

2nd Section

* Sergeant Krusix Duul (F) - 2nd Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Jalrel Tougiz - 2nd Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 2nd Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 2nd Section Auto Rifleman, DLT-19
* Trooper [UNNAMED] - 2nd Section Rifleman Killed in Action (KIA
* Trooper (5x) - 2nd Section Riflemen, BR

3rd Section

* Sergeant Ubruk Faunch - 3rd Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Iimald Mon - 3rd Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 3rd Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11 Wounded in Action (WIA)
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 3rd Section Auto Rifleman, T-21
* Trooper (6x) - 3rd Section Riflemen, BR

4th Section

* Sergeant Traj Brigg - 4th Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Addu Tyst (F) - 4th Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 4th Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 4th Section Auto Rifleman, T-21
* Trooper (6x) - 4th Section Riflemen, BR

1 Commissioned Officer, 9 Non-Commissioned Officers, 34 Junior Enlisted
Total: 45 (24 Male, 9 Female)

Ibus’ platoon is fresh, having just recently shipped in from the rallying post. It possesses a Command Section of the Platoon Commander and Platoon Sergeant. Along with that is an Anti-Tank Section of three AT Troopers armed with PLEX Rocket Launchers. Four seven-man line squads accompany that, with each possessing two grenadiers armed with GL-11s and an automatic rifleman armed with a DLT-19.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

Name: Ibus Trad
Age: 26
Species: Human (Onderonian)
Gender: Male
Rank: Lieutenant
Unit: 3rd Rifle Platoon, Rancor Company
Skills:

Platoon-level Unit Tactics (Intermediate)
Can speak, write, and understand Galactic Basic Common and Onderonian
Marksmanship Training (Intermediate)
Close Quarters Combat Training (Extensive)
Mountainous Terrain Tactics (Intermediate)
Asymmetrical Warfare Tactics (Extensive)

Weaknesses:

Anxious: Despite his role and being quite content with it, Ibus suffers great anxiety due to doubt in his leadership abilities.
Dubious: As previously stated, despite his current rank, Ibus is rather doubtful in his own leadership abilities, looking to others for guidance often.
Aggressive: Being rather bloodthirsty in the heat of combat, Ibus often overstretches his troops or pushes them a little too far forwards, causing needless casualties on occasion.

Equipment:
A280 Blaster Rifle (Medium Condition)
DL-44 Blaster Pistol (Medium Condition)
Combat Knife/Bayonet
Alliance Junior Officer Uniform (Good Condition)
Alliance Ballistic Helmet w/ Ballistic Goggles
Tactical Datapad (Good Condition)
Rucksack filled with field necessities. (Good Condition)
History:
Born in 26 BBY in a mountainous and densely forested region of Onderon, Ibus lived a quiet life until the age of four, when the Clone Wars broke out. After Onderon’s king was overthrown, the horrors of the war soon came to the planet, with the Onderon rebellion and the Separatist armies clashing on the field of battle many times.

By the end of the war, the Separatists had been pushed off Onderon and the previous king was reinstated. However, the charter of the new Galactic Empire left many people on Onderon bitter, and even more so when the Empire constructed a massive supply depot on-planet.

The spark of rebellion flashed once more and bands of Onderonian warriors trained by the previous generation struck at Imperial supply lines. Among these young guerilla fighters was Ibus. In one such raid, Ibus’ section leader took a fatal wound and Ibus took charge, rallying the twelve other fighters and going on to complete the objective while minimizing further losses.

This earned him a promotion to section commander over fourteen other fighters, in which he led in six other successful raids and only suffered two losses and three wounded. Two more years passed and many other raids saw Ibus gain command of his own platoon. He led them through a mere two more operations before further up the chain, the Rebel Alliance offered him a formal commission. As he accepted he was assigned to Rancor Company, in hopes to bring new blood into the unit.

Now, commanding a group of fresh and eager troops, Ibus and his platoon are in a new environment and are prepared to follow each and every order they receive.

Supporting Cast:

3rd Platoon

Command Section

* Lieutenant Ibus Trad - Platoon Commander, BC
* Senior Sergeant Krok Upard - Platoon Sergeant, BC

Anti-Tank Section

* Corporal Gaessa Stoss (F) - Anti-Tank Section Commander, BC, PLEX
* Trooper (2x) - Anti-Tank Troopers, BC, PLEX

1st Section

* Sergeant Turk Joul - 1st Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Wutart Atto - 1st Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 1st Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 1st Section Auto Rifleman, DLT-19
* Trooper (3x) - 1st Section Riflemen, BR

2nd Section

* Sergeant Krusix Duul (F) - 2nd Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Jalrel Tougiz - 2nd Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 2nd Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 2nd Section Auto Rifleman, DLT-19
* Trooper (3x) - 2nd Section Riflemen, BR

3rd Section

* Sergeant Ubruk Faunch - 3rd Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Iimald Mon - 3rd Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 3rd Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 3rd Section Auto Rifleman, T-21
* Trooper (3x) - 3rd Section Riflemen, BR

4th Section

* Sergeant Traj Brigg - 4th Section Commander, BR
* Corporal Addu Tyst (F) - 4th Section Asst. Commander, BR
* Trooper Grenadier - 4th Section Grenadier, BC, GL-11
* Trooper Automatic Rifleman - 4th Section Auto Rifleman, T-21
* Trooper (3x) - 4th Section Riflemen, BR

1 Commissioned Officer, 11 Non-Commissioned Officers, 34 Junior Enlisted
Total: 33 (24 Male, 9 Female)

Ibus’ platoon is fresh, having just recently shipped in from the rallying post. It possesses a Command Section of the Platoon Commander and Platoon Sergeant. Along with that is an Anti-Tank Section of three AT Troopers armed with PLEX Rocket Launchers. Four seven-man line squads accompany that, with each possessing a grenadier armed with a GL-11 and an automatic rifleman armed with a DLT-19.

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Star Wars - Rancor Company

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