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Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Kearsarge

Name of Ship: UNSC Kearsarge (DD-362)
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Halo
Ship Class: Halberd-class Destroyer
Role: Combatant Escort/Frigate Hunter
Namesake: USS Kearsarge
Length: 485 meters
Beam/Width: 40 meters
Air Draft/Height: 70 meters
Displacement/Weight: approx. 1.8 million metric tons (fully loaded)
Crew Size: 310 (250 sailors, 50 Marines, 10 ODSTs)

Armament:

• Mark IV, 14B11R2 MAC Battery - A set of twin-linked Magnetic Accelerator Cannons, massive coilguns firing multi-ton ferromagnetic slugs. Comprised of a spinally-mounted 1170mm/46” MAC and a lower boom-mounted 647mm/25” MAC. Can be fired independently of one-another.
• 26x M58 Archer Vertical Launch Tubes - Twenty-six missile tubes located along sections of the hull. They launch the Archer missile type, and hold eight missiles in each tube. Each Archer type missile can be configured with specific warhead types, ranging from anti-ship, ground attack, and others. 800 individual Archer missiles are stored within the ship’s magazines.
• 3x Shiva Tactical Nuke Delivery Systems - A nuclear weapon mounted to an Archer type missile. The warhead is variable-yield, as is normal for most UNSC-produced tactical devices, and varies from 0.8 kilotons of destructive force to 800 kilotons of destructive force. Usually all three devices are stored in the aft magazine, the most difficult ammo store to hit.
• 4x M870 Rampart Point Defense Guns - Point defense guns commonly found on intermediate-size UNSC vessels. They consist of two twin-linked 50mm autocannons, a 30mm CIWS mount, and a laser bank. Their primary purpose is to engage incoming missiles and hostile small craft, but can engage vessels even up to corvette in size provided they are in close range.

Complement:

• 2x D77-TC Pelican Dropship - The Kearsarge has an extremely enclosed flight deck, thus its only aircraft complement is two D77 Pelican VTOL transports. In the context of a destroyer, they are used in a capacity of anti-ship warfare (by means of mine-laying), special warfare insertions (of the Marine complement or any operators hitching a ride), ground support missions (by inserting the Marines planetside or hauling supplies), and reconnaissance. The models stored on the Kearsarge are armed with a 40mm chin-mounted autocannon, a ramp-mounted M427H .50 Heavy Machine Gun, and a door-mounted M247T 7.62x51mm General Purpose Machine Gun. The troop bays can hold ten people in folding jump seats, and ten more standing and holding to a deployable hand bar.
• 4x M12 Warthog Force Application Vehicles - The Kearsarge has four M12 Warthogs in its vehicle bay. Though usually neglected in everyday operations, these quick and maneuverable vehicles are perfect for cruising both the expanse of barren planets and conventional roadways. Though these base models are not equipped with weapons by default, weaponry from the ship’s armory can be fitted quite easily by the ship’s armourers.
• 50x Marines - The Marines aboard the Kearsarge are not simply infantry Marines for the purpose of landing and taking the fight to the enemy, these Marines are part of a component of a ship’s crew called a Marine Detachment, a commonality especially during the Human-Covenant War. On smaller and intermediate vessels, this unit comprises a reinforced platoon of Marines charged with security of the ship’s command staff (especially the captain), operating the brig, maintaining order and security aboard the vessel, and performing ceremonial duties. Of these, there is a platoon of 2nd Battalion, 32nd Marines (Reserve) (2/32) with an attached squad from the battalion’s weapons company.
• 10x Orbital Drop Shock Troopers - Serving alongside the reservist Marines of the Marine Detachment is a Marine Special Purpose Force consisting of a squad of ODSTs. Though the vessel does not normally carry SOEIV pods, a set of twenty has been stocked and can be deployed from the M58 Archer tubes.

History of the Ship: The UNSC Kearsarge was ordered in 2515 as the third ship in its class, alongside five other Halberds which were to be the first Halberd-staffed Destroyer Squadron. The UNSC at the time had ordered the newly designed Halberd-class due to the increasing intensity of the Insurrection in the Colonies, and needed a combatant escort due to the brazen attacks of both civilian and military transports by rebel pirates. The Kearsarge itself was formally commissioned at SinoViet Yard AS-9 in orbit of Reach in August 2517.

Its first deployments were alongside Colonial Military Administration supply and troop transportation convoys through Outer Colony space. Its actions were limited, as the imposing armaments of the Halberds often dissuaded would-be pirates, who only primarily had corvettes and frigates, or even simple armed freighter barges. The spark of the Human-Covenant War would be the true test of the Kearsarge and its crew, as it would be part of the Destroyer Squadron of Vice Admiral Preston Cole’s fleet at the Second Battle of Harvest, in which it narrowly avoided destruction, being heavily damaged (which is the most it can say as it was one of four surviving destroyers of an original eleven).

Serviced at Reach, it was turned back loose with Cole’s fleet and went on to serve in multiple engagements including the Battles of Charybdis XI, Algolis, and Psi Serpentis, the latter of which it narrowly escaped and had to be heavily serviced. Now newly repaired and refitted with the best weapons in its class, it has mysteriously vanished off of the UNSC nets en-route to Sigma Octanus IV.

Notable Crew:

CDR Samuel Jefferson

Likeness above.

Commander Samuel Ronald Jefferson is the current commanding officer of the UNSC Kearsarge. He holds the billet of O-5 / Commander in the UNSC Navy, a semi-senior officer rank that allows command of a small to intermediate size vessel. He was born on Earth in the upstate portion of the State of New York in the United Republic of North America (URNA). He is a distinguished graduate of the Marian Academy of Military Science (named for Gaius Marius) at Mare Nubium, Luna, and has held commands primarily as a line officer aboard cruisers. He took command of the Kearsarge in 2548 as his second ship command.

LTCDR Eckhart Klein

Likeness above.

Lieutenant Commander Eckhart Klein is the current executive officer and second-in-command of the UNSC Kearsarge. He holds the billet of O-4 / Lieutenant Commander in the UNSC Navy, and is a semi-senior officer. He is an Earth native as well, hailing from the United German Republic in the European Union. He is from a wealthy German family of corporate moguls, and attended the prestigious Marcellus Academy of Military Science (named for Marcus Claudius Marcellus) in the Highland Mountains of Reach. He transferred in with Commander Jefferson in 2548.

Unique Technology

• Magnetic Accelerator Cannons
• Single Occupant Exoatmospheric Insertion Vehicle or ‘Drop Pod’
• Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Drive

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

Color me interested.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Kearsarge

Name of Ship: UNSC Kearsarge (DD-362)
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Halo
Ship Class: Halberd-class Destroyer
Role: Combatant Escort/Frigate Hunter
Namesake: USS Kearsarge
Length: 485 meters
Beam/Width: 40 meters
Air Draft/Height: 70 meters
Displacement/Weight: approx. 1.8 million metric tons (fully loaded)
Crew Size: 310 (250 sailors, 50 Marines, 10 ODSTs)

Armament:

• Mark IV, 14B11R2 MAC Battery - A set of twin-linked Magnetic Accelerator Cannons, massive coilguns firing multi-ton ferromagnetic slugs. Comprised of a spinally-mounted 1170mm/46” MAC and a lower boom-mounted 647mm/25” MAC. Can be fired independently of one-another.
• 26x M58 Archer Vertical Launch Tubes - Twenty-six missile tubes located along sections of the hull. They launch the Archer missile type, and hold eight missiles in each tube. Each Archer type missile can be configured with specific warhead types, ranging from anti-ship, ground attack, and others. 800 individual Archer missiles are stored within the ship’s magazines.
• 3x Shiva Tactical Nuke Delivery Systems - A nuclear weapon mounted to an Archer type missile. The warhead is variable-yield, as is normal for most UNSC-produced tactical devices, and varies from 0.8 kilotons of destructive force to 800 kilotons of destructive force. Usually all three devices are stored in the aft magazine, the most difficult ammo store to hit.
• 4x M870 Rampart Point Defense Guns - Point defense guns commonly found on intermediate-size UNSC vessels. They consist of two twin-linked 50mm autocannons, a 30mm CIWS mount, and a laser bank. Their primary purpose is to engage incoming missiles and hostile small craft, but can engage vessels even up to corvette in size provided they are in close range.

Complement:

• 2x D77-TC Pelican Dropship - The Kearsarge has an extremely enclosed flight deck, thus its only aircraft complement is two D77 Pelican VTOL transports. In the context of a destroyer, they are used in a capacity of anti-ship warfare (by means of mine-laying), special warfare insertions (of the Marine complement or any operators hitching a ride), ground support missions (by inserting the Marines planetside or hauling supplies), and reconnaissance. The models stored on the Kearsarge are armed with a 40mm chin-mounted autocannon, a ramp-mounted M427H .50 Heavy Machine Gun, and a door-mounted M247T 7.62x51mm General Purpose Machine Gun. The troop bays can hold ten people in folding jump seats, and ten more standing and holding to a deployable hand bar.
• 4x M12 Warthog Force Application Vehicles - The Kearsarge has four M12 Warthogs in its vehicle bay. Though usually neglected in everyday operations, these quick and maneuverable vehicles are perfect for cruising both the expanse of barren planets and conventional roadways. Though these base models are not equipped with weapons by default, weaponry from the ship’s armory can be fitted quite easily by the ship’s armourers.
• 50x Marines - The Marines aboard the Kearsarge are not simply infantry Marines for the purpose of landing and taking the fight to the enemy, these Marines are part of a component of a ship’s crew called a Marine Detachment, a commonality especially during the Human-Covenant War. On smaller and intermediate vessels, this unit comprises a reinforced platoon of Marines charged with security of the ship’s command staff (especially the captain), operating the brig, maintaining order and security aboard the vessel, and performing ceremonial duties. Of these, there is a platoon of 2nd Battalion, 32nd Marines (Reserve) (2/32) with an attached squad from the battalion’s weapons company.
• 10x Orbital Drop Shock Troopers - Serving alongside the reservist Marines of the Marine Detachment is a Marine Special Purpose Force consisting of a squad of ODSTs. Though the vessel does not normally carry SOEIV pods, a set of twenty has been stocked and can be deployed from the M58 Archer tubes.

History of the Ship: The UNSC Kearsarge was ordered in 2515 as the third ship in its class, alongside five other Halberds which were to be the first Halberd-staffed Destroyer Squadron. The UNSC at the time had ordered the newly designed Halberd-class due to the increasing intensity of the Insurrection in the Colonies, and needed a combatant escort due to the brazen attacks of both civilian and military transports by rebel pirates. The Kearsarge itself was formally commissioned at SinoViet Yard AS-9 in orbit of Reach in August 2517.

Its first deployments were alongside Colonial Military Administration supply and troop transportation convoys through Outer Colony space. Its actions were limited, as the imposing armaments of the Halberds often dissuaded would-be pirates, who only primarily had corvettes and frigates, or even simple armed freighter barges. The spark of the Human-Covenant War would be the true test of the Kearsarge and its crew, as it would be part of the Destroyer Squadron of Vice Admiral Preston Cole’s fleet at the Second Battle of Harvest, in which it narrowly avoided destruction, being heavily damaged (which is the most it can say as it was one of four surviving destroyers of an original eleven).

Serviced at Reach, it was turned back loose with Cole’s fleet and went on to serve in multiple engagements including the Battles of Charybdis XI, Algolis, and Psi Serpentis, the latter of which it narrowly escaped and had to be heavily serviced. Now newly repaired and refitted with the best weapons in its class, it has mysteriously vanished off of the UNSC nets en-route to Sigma Octanus IV.

Notable Crew:

CDR Samuel Jefferson

Likeness above.

Commander Samuel Ronald Jefferson is the current commanding officer of the UNSC Kearsarge. He holds the billet of O-5 / Commander in the UNSC Navy, a semi-senior officer rank that allows command of a small to intermediate size vessel. He was born on Earth in the upstate portion of the State of New York in the United Republic of North America (URNA). He is a distinguished graduate of the Marian Academy of Military Science (named for Gaius Marius) at Mare Nubium, Luna, and has held commands primarily as a line officer aboard cruisers. He took command of the Kearsarge in 2548 as his second ship command.

LTCDR Eckhart Klein

Likeness above.

Lieutenant Commander Eckhart Klein is the current executive officer and second-in-command of the UNSC Kearsarge. He holds the billet of O-4 / Lieutenant Commander in the UNSC Navy, and is a semi-senior officer. He is an Earth native as well, hailing from the United German Republic in the European Union. He is from a wealthy German family of corporate moguls, and attended the prestigious Marcellus Academy of Military Science (named for Marcus Claudius Marcellus) in the Highland Mountains of Reach. He transferred in with Commander Jefferson in 2548.

Unique Technology

• Magnetic Accelerator Cannons
• Single Occupant Exoatmospheric Insertion Vehicle or ‘Drop Pod’
• Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Drive

Victory: The Cost of Freedom (Cancelled)

So, about that discord? I don't mean to push, but I find having a discord which I can quickly communicate in to be pretty useful.

Victory: The Cost of Freedom (Cancelled)

Sample

"-So list, bonnie laddie, n' come to war wi' me!" The tune rang out from the pub window gracefully, the picking of strings and the moving line of the standing bass. He of course hadn't had the pocket change to even reason going inside, the interior of the bar glowing orange and emanating cheers and jeers from all its patrons, while there he sat, to the wet curb. He glanced to his watch, its cheap, cracked glass partially obscuring the still-functioning hands as he struggled to make out the time. Half past ten.

He'd been at the docks until half an hour ago, a kid that had no business being there but still was offered a few pence to hard pack Bedfords and set riggings on cranes. He'd been too gangly and skinny to do the most of the heavy lifting, but he'd earned the few coins that rattled in his pocket. It was all you could find as a job nowadays, after all Glasgow was a trade city. Damn near depended on the River Clyde, and every canal and tributary that snaked out towards the North Atlantic.

He continued to jangle the change in his pocket as he sat upon the curb. The music from the bar had since stopped, but the patrons had become even more boisterous in the absence of entertainment. He looked around the street, his eyes well-adjusted to the darkness and dimmed street lamps. Adjusted enough to catch the silhouette of a figure darting through the alley across from him. Then two figures, and a third.

"Cameron! Al Cameron!" The harsh voice called from the shadows, an unmistakable shrill call. Three boys- that wasn't right, these were men, practically, with how built they were. They spoke and chattered in a tinged accent- was it Irish? They revealed themselves in clothes as ragged as his own, and two wielded clubs of wood, with the smallest one, which appeared to be the leader, clutching a straightbladed razor. Cameron looked on in fear as the three figures now surged the cobblestone street towards him. Every option flashed through his head, but the one that won out was simply to run.

Jumping up from the curb, Cameron turned to consider his options. An alley, to his left. Risk of a dead end. Open street to the right, his only chance would be that a policeman might be about at this time. Unlikely. He looked ahead, at the almost full-to-overflowing pub, and he dashed through the doors as a razor nearly met his back.

Within, he found the scene common all over Glasgow on any working night. The bar was packed full of stout working men, he'd recognized some of them. Dock workers, meat packers, steelworkers, everybody who had pence to spare on a brew. He glanced back, noting that his pursuers had not followed him inside. Now, only to hang about and avoid being noticed. He snaked his lanky self through the groupings of men, seeking out the backrooms. They were always such good places to hide. Full of cleaning supplies, yes, but you could be assured they wouldn't look there until last call.

Soon enough, a thick Scots voice called from almost across the bar. "Lad, laddie!" The warm voice beckoned, drawing Cameron's eyes to trace it. And sure enough, at the edge of the room, a table had been pulled aside, a man in a sharp uniform seated rigid at it, a feathered Highland bonnet atop his head. It was clear he'd called specifically out to Cameron. Cameron reluctantly considered his options, before trudging over towards the table which seemed to be devoid of all other people, almost as if they were afraid of it.

"How old are ye, lad?" The man bore an elegant mustache and an air of authority around him, his voice carrying long across the room, even over the other patrons. Ah, he was a recruiting sergeant. Three chevrons upon his shoulder, and a bound notebook on the table in front of him.

"Seventeen, sir." Cameron stated.

"Ah, splendid, laddie. I'm frae the Firs' Battalion, 42nd Regiment, th' Black Watch. Crown's lookin' fer lads t' fill th' rankin's. 'S honest, twa shillin's a day." The recruiter continued, fidgeting with his pen in one hand.

Two shillings caught Cameron off guard. He'd always heard the Army didn't pay for shite, but two shillings wasn't nothing considering he walked home with forty pence a day at the docks. It wasn't a hard pass, but he did consider it a moment, inquiring.

"Territorial?"

"Nay, Regulars. Twa shillin's a day, twa more if they send ye off." The recruiter answered honestly.

His mind raced. The possibility of four shillings per day was insane. Tailors and shopkeeps might've had that to spare, but only the strongest and fastest of the dock workers got close to that on the daily. Certainly nothing he'd ever get on the outside.

"Think we'd be goin' off?" Cameron questioned earnestly, an ever-widening deadzone of people forming between the recruiting table and the bar's patrons.

"Not a chance, old Adolph's gettin' his outside the battlefield."

"Right, where d' I sign?" The recruiter smiled behind his mustache, pushing the book over and opening it to a contract. He offered the pen, which Cameron took and glided across the parchment, scratching out his horrific excuse for a signature.

The recruiter closed the book, binding it back with a leather strap. "Report t' Fort George barracks within' th' week. Army stipend'll cover th' train." The recruiter instructed, nodding. "N' what'd you say yer name was, laddie?"

"Alastair Cameron." He beamed.

Victory: The Cost of Freedom

Interested.

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

Beckett, quiet as he was at the spectacle of engineering the place was, had failed to say anything the entire ride. His positions was furthest from the door, safe enough for a combat medic he had figured. His mind was constantly occupied as they rode in the vehicle which rolled and bobbed like a ship on the ocean - a feeling he was not unfamiliar with - yet it was still nauseating all the same. As it bobbed, he reflected back on his assignment. Fighting for aliens was one thing, but he was a combat medic amongst few Humans. What was he supposed to do if one of these squishy fuckers got hit? What then? Would morphine even work? Another time, perhaps, because there didn't seem to be any of them around here now.

Moreover, as medic, he was designated as the AT specialist as well. Who in their right mind- He ceased that thought, exhaling sharply, looking to the racks where his AT implement was lashed. A MAAWS, a Gustaf or 'Goose' as it's affectionately called, not to mention the ammo bag it came with. The thing felt nearly as heavy as the weapon itself, no matter how many spare rounds he'd tried to push off onto other squad mates with any extra space. He'd counted out what he thought he'd need for a MOUT scenario like this one. At least three HEDP (High Explosive Dual Purpose), the be-all end-all of most combat scenarios, able to shear through infantry formations, light vehicles, and civilian constructed buildings. Accompanied was two HEAT (High Explosive Anti-Tank) warheads for any looming armor threat, with a superplastic jet of copper liquifying the crew and equipment inside most armored vehicles. Last but not least, considering the terrain, he'd placed in a single round of Area Denial Munition, a flat, cylindrical warhead packed with tiny copper balls which expanded outwards like a shotgun blast when fired. Perfect for wiping away a formation of infantry, even could be used through thin walls.

As much of a bitch it all was to carry, he had scammed a couple of the other squad members out of their pack space. Two HEDP were passed around, as was a single HEAT warhead. It left one of each for Beckett to carry and utilize in a pinch. He'd passed the field qualification with it, so who better? But that was musings which now were long past.

They were in the thick of it, to say the least, the stench of sulfur and gunpowder invading Beckett's nostrils and mouth, leaving a metallic taste on his tongue. He had the foresight to at the least uncover his SWD goggles, securing them down over his green eyes. He glanced around, hadn't even fired a shot. They were waiting as their friendlies were engaged left, right, and center. And not only that, they were being targeted, as evidenced by the spray of shrapnel and dust which first alerted the incoming rounds. He recovered as projectile dust pattered off his fatigues and scraped along his goggles and helmet. No metal in it, thank God.

Then the second round snapped, closer, a bigger shower of metal in with dust now, the small fragments losing most of their velocity before impacting around him. He heard someone cry out, not over net. He thumped his headset as he glanced about, keeping his head low and concealing himself entirely within cover. His eyes set on Sergeant Park, slumped over and a small pooling of blood forming at his derrière. His HK was dropped to hang by its sling at his side, as Beckett moved over at a low crouch, using his hands to speed his movements. Once arrived he affirmed to the SL. "I'm here, I'm here!" Beckett used gloved hands to bunch his sleeves up at the forearms, reaching quickly into a PALS loop on his carrier, pulling an olive green square packet with a red cross and black stenciled letters.

"Right, Sarge, gonna need you to drop your trousers!"

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

Beckett

Name: Casey Beckett
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: United States
Service History:
- Rank: Petty Officer 2nd Class (equiv to Sergeant)
- Field Hospital Corpsman with Co. A, 1st Reconnaissance Battalion
- Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman with the Force Recon Company

Role: Medic (former Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman)

Physical Description:

Faceshot

Casey Beckett stands at about 5’9” and weighs around 152 lbs, coming in short and lean. He has somewhat tanned skin and a naturally rosy complexion. His hair is chocolate brown and kept in a medium-length parted fashion, and his eyes are green. He has no visible scars, and has a tattoo of a caduceus in dark black ink along his spine on his upper back.

Skillset:

- Served as a SARC and regular Corpsman in the Fleet Marine Force
- FMF Corpsman certified by the Navy Field Medicine School
- Expert qualified with Rifles and Pistols by US Marine Corps standards
- US Army Airborne School
- US Navy Combatant Diver School
- USMC Basic Reconnaissance Course
- US Navy Level C SERE
- US Army Land Navigation
- Languages: Native English, Basic Pashto
- Proficient with inner workings of cars

History:

Casey Beckett was born in Queens, New York City, New York in 1993. His father worked as a car salesman and under-the-table mechanic, and his mother was a trauma nurse at Bellevue Hospital. Beckett’s childhood was average for a kid in the city, attending local public schools. He grew up an avid Yankees fan, and overall grew to love baseball, playing on local kids teams.

Once out of high school, Beckett had made his decision to go into medicine, but had been debating which college to choose. He’d already been accepted to Hunter College’s medical program when he was approached by a Navy recruiter, impressed with his high school ASVAB scoring. Debating his options, he made the decision to enlist, especially with the promise of tuition assistance once his contract was up. He attended basic training at Naval Station Great Lakes, and went on to pursue a career as a Hospital Corpsman.

As part of a volunteer program, he attended the school at the Navy Field Medical Training Battalion, certifying him to deploy with a Marine Corps unit. He was slotted in with the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion in time for its deployment as part of Task Force Leatherneck in Afghanistan. Deployed to Helmand, the unit participated in Operation Khanjar, where the 1st Recon Battalion provided real-time intelligence to Marines participating in the assault phase. Soon after, 1st Recon would be part of the massive Operation Moshtarak, known as the Battle of Marjah, involving some 15,000 ISAF troops. These two operations constituted Beckett’s baptism by fire.

Returning from his deployment, Beckett made his decision that he enjoyed being embedded with the FMF, and attended the Basic Recon Course to continue his embedding with 1st Recon. He instead was approached by his CO to talk about returning to a Navy posting to acquire SARC certifications. With a letter of recommendation in-hand, Beckett was slotted into the Special Operations Corpsman Program. After a rigorous course followed up with qualification schools in all sectors of learning, Beckett became a certified SARC and was returned to the 1st Recon Battalion soon thereafter.

Finishing out his enlistment by 2012, he re-upped with the understanding he would be attached to the Force Reconnaissance Company. With them, he did two of the standard two-year stretches. Most operations under them were peacetime, although he did undergo two deployments with them, one to Iraq and one to Afghanistan. He finished out his second enlistment by 2017, before finally retiring from the Navy.

He no sooner had begun drafting another application to Hunter College before he received an invitation by Centurion to reprise as a medical professional. He’d have been insane to pass over that sort of paycheck, and packed his bags.

Psychological Profile:

Corpsman’s Pledge

I SOLEMNLY PLEDGE MYSELF BEFORE GOD
AND THESE WITNESSES
TO PRACTICE FAITHFULLY
ALL OF MY DUTIES AS A MEMBER OF
THE HOSPITAL CORPS.
I HOLD THE CARE OF THE SICK AND INJURED TO BE A
SACRED TRUST
AND WILL ASSIST THE MEDICAL OFFICER
WITH LOYALTY AND HONESTY.
I WILL NOT KNOWINGLY PERMIT HARM TO COME TO
ANY PATIENT.
I WILL NOT PARTAKE OF NOR ADMINISTER
ANY UNAUTHORIZED MEDICATION.
I WILL HOLD
ALL PERSONAL MATTERS
PERTAINING TO THE PRIVATE LIVES OF
PATIENTS IN STRICT CONFIDENCE.
I DEDICATE MY
HEART, MIND, AND STRENGTH
TO THE WORK BEFORE ME.
I SHALL DO ALL WITHIN MY POWER
TO SHOW IN MYSELF AN
EXAMPLE OF ALL THAT IS
HONORABLE AND GOOD
THROUGHOUT
MY NAVAL CAREER.

Beckett is a hard-headed but jovial man first and foremost. His first and foremost concern as a medical professional in the field is his squadmates and patients. His sheer stubbornness leads him to exhaust every ability he has to keep his teammates and, indeed other patients, even EPOWs, alive. His conduct outside of combat is humorous at best, always trying to get a laugh out of his squadmates, albeit if provoked he will go at length to prove his point, a hard-headedness he doesn’t generally show outside of his practice of medicine.

Equipment:

- HK416 Carbine w/ 14.5” barrel, Trijicon ACOG sight (4x32, illuminated reticle), AN/PEQ-15 laser-light (IR capable). Carried are eight spare polymer 30-round magazines (all Enhanced Performance 5.56 Rounds, with tracers every five rounds). Mounted along a dual-point padded sling.
- M45 MEU(SOC) Pistol w/ 5” barrel, night luminescent iron sights, Streamlight TLR-8 laser-light (non-IR capable). Carried are three spare 7-round magazines (all Jacketed Hollow Points). Mounted in a polymer thigh holster.
- Mk. 2 KABAR Combat Knife mounted in a polymer sheathe on the hip.
- Gerber Multi Tool lashed to his vest.
- Uniform: Beckett often is seen wearing a reproduction of the MCCUU (Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform), of which he possesses a version in both the Woodland and Desert patterns of MARPAT. It consists at the most basic level of a set of slimmed trousers and a combat shirt/UBAC. He wears a pair of Oakley SI-6 boots and a pair of woodland Oakley Pilot gloves. Accessories include a set of knee pads and elbow pads.
- Helmet: Beckett wears a reproduction of the Enhanced Combat Helmet (ECH) in tan, paired with a reversible cover printed in the reproduction MARPAT. Mounted on the helmet is an AN/PVS-14 Monocular NVG on a rhino mount, a SureFire HL1-A Helmet Light, a set of Sun, Wind, Dust (SWD) Goggles with a tan cover, and a set of headset-ear protection combination muffs linked to his squad net radio.
- Vest: Beckett’s vest is a Crye CAGE Plate Carrier fitted with ESAPI Type III Plates in the front and back, with soft inserts along the side pockets. The vest itself is fitted with a multitude of pouches including: magazine pouches, an IFAK, a general purpose pouch (containing a broken down MRE), two grenade pouches (containing one M67 Fragmentation Grenade each), another general purpose pouch (containing a set of sharpie markers, a lensatic compass, a weatherproof pen & notepad set), and two canteen pouches with insulated canteens (one for personal use, one for patients). Fitted on the outside of his vest is an AN-M8 Smoke Grenade, clipped to one of the grenade pouches. Fitted through one of the PALS loops is a bottle of milspec Cleaner, Lubricant, Preservative (CLP). He also has a set of medical shears tucked into a PALS loop, and various implements of medicine, including a couple squares of hemostatic gauze and a packaged Emergency Trauma Bandage.
- Pack: 5.11 Tactical RUSH72 backpack. Carries two MREs, a poncho & liner kit in olive green, 200-foot roll of 550 foot-lbs paracord, heavy duty locking d-ring w/ climbing & rappelling harness, a Gerber folding entrenching tool w/ cover, an extra set of whatever current fatigues he’s wearing, a set of civilian clothing, and plenty of extra padded-sole socks. Might be some misc items forgotten.
- Aid Kit: A comprehensive aid kit put together by Beckett himself. Includes:
- IV Catheter & Line Kit (various gauges)
- 2x 1000 mL (one-unit) Fluid Tubes (saline)
- 4x Combat Action Tourniquets
- Emergency Trauma Bandages
- Gauze Squares
- Hemostatic Gauze Squares
- Hemostatic Powder Packets
- Chest Decompression Kit (decompression catheters, chest seals)
- 2x Nasopharyngeal Airway Tubes
- 2x Oropharyngeal Airway Tubes
- Cricothyrotomy Kit (disposable surgical tools, etc)
- 12x Pairs of Black Nitrile Gloves
- Band-Aids
- 10x Combat Casualty Cards
- Diagnostic Kit (Pulse-Oximeter, Tactical Stethoscope, etc.)
- 4x SAM Splints
- Coban & ACE Bandages
- Morphine, Antibiotics, Narcan, Epinephrine, Adenosine, Atropine, Tylenol, Benadryl,
even things like Pepto-Bismol and stool softeners.
- Probably missed things, will add if I can think of it.

Foreign Legion - First Contact is First Contract

Beckett

Name: Casey Beckett
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: United States
Service History:
- Rank: Petty Officer 2nd Class (equiv to Sergeant)
- Field Hospital Corpsman with Co. A, 1st Reconnaissance Battalion
- Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman with the Force Recon Company

Role: Medic (former Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman)

Physical Description:

Faceshot

Casey Beckett stands at about 5’9” and weighs around 152 lbs, coming in short and lean. He has somewhat tanned skin and a naturally rosy complexion. His hair is chocolate brown and kept in a medium-length parted fashion, and his eyes are green. He has no visible scars, and has a tattoo of a caduceus in dark black ink along his spine on his upper back.

Skillset:

- Served as a SARC and regular Corpsman in the Fleet Marine Force
- FMF Corpsman certified by the Navy Field Medicine School
- Expert qualified with Rifles and Pistols by US Marine Corps standards
- US Army Airborne School
- US Navy Combatant Diver School
- USMC Basic Reconnaissance Course
- US Navy Level C SERE
- US Army Land Navigation
- Languages: Native English, Basic Pashto
- Proficient with inner workings of cars

History:

Casey Beckett was born in Queens, New York City, New York in 1993. His father worked as a car salesman and under-the-table mechanic, and his mother was a trauma nurse at Bellevue Hospital. Beckett’s childhood was average for a kid in the city, attending local public schools. He grew up an avid Yankees fan, and overall grew to love baseball, playing on local kids teams.

Once out of high school, Beckett had made his decision to go into medicine, but had been debating which college to choose. He’d already been accepted to Hunter College’s medical program when he was approached by a Navy recruiter, impressed with his high school ASVAB scoring. Debating his options, he made the decision to enlist, especially with the promise of tuition assistance once his contract was up. He attended basic training at Naval Station Great Lakes, and went on to pursue a career as a Hospital Corpsman.

As part of a volunteer program, he attended the school at the Navy Field Medical Training Battalion, certifying him to deploy with a Marine Corps unit. He was slotted in with the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion in time for its deployment as part of Task Force Leatherneck in Afghanistan. Deployed to Helmand, the unit participated in Operation Khanjar, where the 1st Recon Battalion provided real-time intelligence to Marines participating in the assault phase. Soon after, 1st Recon would be part of the massive Operation Moshtarak, known as the Battle of Marjah, involving some 15,000 ISAF troops. These two operations constituted Beckett’s baptism by fire.

Returning from his deployment, Beckett made his decision that he enjoyed being embedded with the FMF, and attended the Basic Recon Course to continue his embedding with 1st Recon. He instead was approached by his CO to talk about returning to a Navy posting to acquire SARC certifications. With a letter of recommendation in-hand, Beckett was slotted into the Special Operations Corpsman Program. After a rigorous course followed up with qualification schools in all sectors of learning, Beckett became a certified SARC and was returned to the 1st Recon Battalion soon thereafter.

Finishing out his enlistment by 2012, he re-upped with the understanding he would be attached to the Force Reconnaissance Company. With them, he did two of the standard two-year stretches. Most operations under them were peacetime, although he did undergo two deployments with them, one to Iraq and one to Afghanistan. He finished out his second enlistment by 2017, before finally retiring from the Navy.

He no sooner had begun drafting another application to Hunter College before he received an invitation by Centurion to reprise as a medical professional. He’d have been insane to pass over that sort of paycheck, and packed his bags.

Psychological Profile:

Corpsman’s Pledge

I SOLEMNLY PLEDGE MYSELF BEFORE GOD
AND THESE WITNESSES
TO PRACTICE FAITHFULLY
ALL OF MY DUTIES AS A MEMBER OF
THE HOSPITAL CORPS.
I HOLD THE CARE OF THE SICK AND INJURED TO BE A
SACRED TRUST
AND WILL ASSIST THE MEDICAL OFFICER
WITH LOYALTY AND HONESTY.
I WILL NOT KNOWINGLY PERMIT HARM TO COME TO
ANY PATIENT.
I WILL NOT PARTAKE OF NOR ADMINISTER
ANY UNAUTHORIZED MEDICATION.
I WILL HOLD
ALL PERSONAL MATTERS
PERTAINING TO THE PRIVATE LIVES OF
PATIENTS IN STRICT CONFIDENCE.
I DEDICATE MY
HEART, MIND, AND STRENGTH
TO THE WORK BEFORE ME.
I SHALL DO ALL WITHIN MY POWER
TO SHOW IN MYSELF AN
EXAMPLE OF ALL THAT IS
HONORABLE AND GOOD
THROUGHOUT
MY NAVAL CAREER.

Beckett is a hard-headed but jovial man first and foremost. His first and foremost concern as a medical professional in the field is his squadmates and patients. His sheer stubbornness leads him to exhaust every ability he has to keep his teammates and, indeed other patients, even EPOWs, alive. His conduct outside of combat is humorous at best, always trying to get a laugh out of his squadmates, albeit if provoked he will go at length to prove his point, a hard-headedness he doesn’t generally show outside of his practice of medicine.

Equipment:

- HK416 Carbine w/ 14.5” barrel, Trijicon ACOG sight (4x32, illuminated reticle), AN/PEQ-15 laser-light (IR capable). Carried are eight spare polymer 30-round magazines (all Enhanced Performance 5.56 Rounds, with tracers every five rounds). Mounted along a dual-point padded sling.
- M45 MEU(SOC) Pistol w/ 5” barrel, night luminescent iron sights, Streamlight TLR-8 laser-light (non-IR capable). Carried are three spare 7-round magazines (all Jacketed Hollow Points). Mounted in a polymer thigh holster.
- Mk. 2 KABAR Combat Knife mounted in a polymer sheathe on the hip.
- Gerber Multi Tool lashed to his vest.
- Uniform: Beckett often is seen wearing a reproduction of the MCCUU (Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform), of which he possesses a version in both the Woodland and Desert patterns of MARPAT. It consists at the most basic level of a set of slimmed trousers and a combat shirt/UBAC. He wears a pair of Oakley SI-6 boots and a pair of woodland Oakley Pilot gloves. Accessories include a set of knee pads and elbow pads.
- Helmet: Beckett wears a reproduction of the Enhanced Combat Helmet (ECH) in tan, paired with a reversible cover printed in the reproduction MARPAT. Mounted on the helmet is an AN/PVS-14 Monocular NVG on a rhino mount, a SureFire HL1-A Helmet Light, a set of Sun, Wind, Dust (SWD) Goggles with a tan cover, and a set of headset-ear protection combination muffs linked to his squad net radio.
- Vest: Beckett’s vest is a Crye CAGE Plate Carrier fitted with ESAPI Type III Plates in the front and back, with soft inserts along the side pockets. The vest itself is fitted with a multitude of pouches including: magazine pouches, an IFAK, a general purpose pouch (containing a broken down MRE), two grenade pouches (containing one M67 Fragmentation Grenade each), another general purpose pouch (containing a set of sharpie markers, a lensatic compass, a weatherproof pen & notepad set), and two canteen pouches with insulated canteens (one for personal use, one for patients). Fitted on the outside of his vest is an AN-M8 Smoke Grenade, clipped to one of the grenade pouches. Fitted through one of the PALS loops is a bottle of milspec Cleaner, Lubricant, Preservative (CLP). He also has a set of medical shears tucked into a PALS loop, and various implements of medicine, including a couple squares of hemostatic gauze and a packaged Emergency Trauma Bandage.
- Pack: 5.11 Tactical RUSH72 backpack. Carries two MREs, a poncho & liner kit in olive green, 200-foot roll of 550 foot-lbs paracord, heavy duty locking d-ring w/ climbing & rappelling harness, a Gerber folding entrenching tool w/ cover, an extra set of whatever current fatigues he’s wearing, a set of civilian clothing, and plenty of extra padded-sole socks. Might be some misc items forgotten.
- Aid Kit: A comprehensive aid kit put together by Beckett himself. Includes:
- IV Catheter & Line Kit (various gauges)
- 2x 1000 mL (one-unit) Fluid Tubes (saline)
- 4x Combat Action Tourniquets
- Emergency Trauma Bandages
- Gauze Squares
- Hemostatic Gauze Squares
- Hemostatic Powder Packets
- Chest Decompression Kit (decompression catheters, chest seals)
- 2x Nasopharyngeal Airway Tubes
- 2x Oropharyngeal Airway Tubes
- Cricothyrotomy Kit (disposable surgical tools, etc)
- 12x Pairs of Black Nitrile Gloves
- Band-Aids
- 10x Combat Casualty Cards
- Diagnostic Kit (Pulse-Oximeter, Tactical Stethoscope, etc.)
- 4x SAM Splints
- Coban & ACE Bandages
- Morphine, Antibiotics, Narcan, Epinephrine, Adenosine, Atropine, Tylenol, Benadryl,
even things like Pepto-Bismol and stool softeners.
- Probably missed things, will add if I can think of it.

Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom (Closed)

Trail of Blood

By: @Dusty & @CaptainBritton

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Morning light hadn't even breached breached the horizon when Prince Aaron’s party set off. Unlike the hasty arousal of knights that had been intended to give pursuit, this revamped force of thirty-three men contained only single knight, Sir Arvel, and were prepared to the desires of the prince, looking for all intents and purposes like a hunting team out to snare a boar. These were tough sergeants at arms, lancers and outriders, men who were used to hard living, and most importantly men Aaron trusted. No longer were they garbed in gleaming heavy armor, at most they wore mail hauberks covered by green and mottled brown wool surcoats with leather half helms strapped to their skulls. In their hands they hefted not long war lances but short jousting spears with blunted ends like long quarterstaffs. At their hips hung not swords but banded maces and their quivers were filled with blunt arrows. Aaron had ordered all his men to carry non lethal weaponry, only Sir Arvel, the houndmaster Broc, and Aaron himself carried proper swords. His exact orders were to take the rogue knight and his sister alive, along with any men or women who accompanied them. While he had been gathering information about the escape Aaron had been informed of the skill archers slaying Vanguard left and right with feathered shaft. The product of their labors were strewn about the castle for all to see so Aaron had no reason to doubt such a claim. The concerning question was whether these cloaked and dangerous individuals were merely skilled unimportant mercenaries, or something else. Besides himself there were only a few people in the kingdom he knew of who could shoot a bow and arrow with such lethality, and they vastly surpassed Aaron’s own skills. The Woodsmen. And if they were who he pursued, well the thought left a foul taste in his mouth.

Thus equipped and mentally prepared for the undertaking they set off, making haste through the near deserted streets until they reached the gates. Barred against entry and exit as they were it took a moment for the night shift to confirm the Prince’s identity and relay his orders up to the gatehouse where the slow process of twisting the locking wheel began. Content to wait and take his time Aaron sat back in the saddle of his chestnut gelding, the beast was short and wooly and old. And yet as sure footed as a horse could ever be, and although slow on the sprint could maintain a steady pace for hours. Releasing a sigh Aaron scratched at his stubble beard, a sign he hadn’t been caring for himself properly lately. Raising his left arm Aaron stretched and flexed his fingers, twisting his limb this way and that. It seemed well enough, though still sore. He had removed the bandages earlier against the advice of the healers, trusting himself to be gentle on it for at least a few more days.

Aaron’s bored, wandering gaze soon fell on Sir Arvel, riding astride him. Once again the question of Eleanor flickered in his mind and Aaron broached the subject, wondering if he would get straighter answers from this man than all the others he had asked. “Sir Arvel, perhaps you could enlighten me. Every other man seems conveniently uncertain, or to have forgotten the events just prior to Allaway’s untimely escape as to give me a straight answer. You see, there seems to be a consensus from the higher ups in the Vanguard that Eleanor was not in fact snatched from her chambers, but fled with Sir Fenros from the barracks hall. That is indeed where most of the corpses can be found from the fighting. A strange coincidence considering no one can recall just why she was there, alone and unguarded, when I am certain I heard my lord father assign Sir Connall no less to her security. And, should she have been released from her chambers by traitors, it makes no sense to me why they would immediately take my sister to the Vanguard’s barracks, the jaws of the beast if you will. It's all rather confusing to be quite honest, and I have high hopes that you are better informed upon that particular situation than I?”

Arvel gripped his reins loosely, panning his gaze to Aaron. Biting his lip slightly, he spoke softly but surely. “Lord, I fear it may be more complicated and- Controversial, than your expectation. That being said, do you still desire the truth?”

“I would expect nothing less from you.” Aaron intoned, eyeing the knight with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. “I specifically requested you at my side because I saw a man I could trust, not a man like those my father promotes. Yes-men, who tell him what he wants to hear. Whether complicated or difficult you will find me worthy, and all the better for having the certitude of it. Try me sir knight, and test my resolve in handling the truth.”

Exhaling sharply, Arvel formulated his thoughts. “I’m sure you’re aware of the accusations against the Princess Royal, yes?” Arvel nodded. “Given that, His Majesty the King found it a fitting punishment to- Excuse the bluntness or any perceived vulgarity, throw her to the dogs, perse. Gave the Vanguards free reign in the middle of the barracks hall. I-” Arvel paused, clearing his throat, obviously uncomfortable at the topic.

“I left, needed some air, didn’t see what happened beyond that.”

Aaron hissed, long and low his hand clenched tight around the hilt of his sword as he fumed over this answer. At long last he released the sword casting a furious glance over his shoulder back towards the castle. “My father has much to answer for…” He murmured every word containing a level of venom rarely heard from him. “Are you certain of this? These accusations, though not beyond my father admittedly, would be unforgivable should they be proven false? They cast into doubt this very venture, I am of half a mind to let them escape, Eleanor would be safer in Fenros’ care...”

“I am certain. Yet, none of these riders we venture with would say anything the same, I’m sure.” Arvel sighed, glancing around, before leaning in towards Aaron, speaking lowly. “And, if this is the way you feel, Lord, it should be noted I have to agree. The truth is, I saw Fenros that night. He challenged me to step aside or die. Neither could I betray the King nor win against Sir Allaway, those are true.” Arvel paused again.

“So I stepped aside.”

“I am grateful you did so.” Aaron said with sincerity. “The world would be all the lesser without you. And by doing so you may have saved Eleanor from a fate worse than death.” Frowning the young prince stared into nothing for a while, contemplating his options, and the many unanswered questions that remained. “Unfortunately, there rides with the knight Allaway and the princess, men and women of extreme importance, including the would-be-assassin Tyler. All people whom I would very much like to question personally.” Lowering his voice he leaned in as well, mimicking Sir Arvel. “Should the opportunity arise to allow my sister and Fenros to flee, well, see to it they are not brought back home in chains. As of now I must ask you of something a prince should never ask of his knights. I ask you to lie, to keep our exploits secret from the king and anyone who might be loyal to him. Of these.” Aaron cast a hand back at the men assembled behind them. “I trust only Broc absolutely. You have seen first hand how my father treats those he presumes betrayed him. Loose lips could cost us much. Even I could be at risk, and I would not lose you. Can I entrust you with the delicacy of this situation Sir Arvel?”

“You can, Lord. It will be done, should the Goddess strike me down.” Arvel affirmed, offering a gloved hand to Aaron in solidarity.

“I will hold you to that Sir Knight.” Aaron accepted Arvel’s proffered hand shaking it with a warrior’s grip. “Ah, and behold our journey awaits.”

The massive gates creaked at last into place, and a thin line of guardsmen intermixed with watch officers had assembled as something of a Royal escort to send off the prince and his men. They stood in rank and file at attention, their gear having been hastily shined and their weapons sharpened. Lanterns cast small circles of light in the predawn shade of the walls. Crisp air persperated as they breathed vanishing in short order. Without hesitation Aaron flicked his hand and the thirty-three, in unison whipped their reins and spurred their horses forward passing through the honor guard and out onto the main road leading west out of the city.

By the time they reached the escape point of Fenros and his cohorts the sun was rising, casting brilliant beams of light across the rugged land. Several sweaty and tired looking men were waiting for them, those few who had attempted to climb the wall and pursue on foot. Aaron waved them away, before slipping from his saddle and dropping to the ground, summoning Broc the houndmaster and his four dogs. The hounds were all older beasts with graying muzzles, but they had noses sharper than a sword and a record of success that Aaron knew firsthand. Earlier Aaron had been able to locate some of the personal effects secured from Annabelle Tyler during her brief imprisonment and kept in the dungeons. Briefly Aaron held the item under each of the hounds’ muzzles. They cast about, twisting and turning their heads, first smelling the ground and then the air but at long last they all sat down whining.

“Bad trail?” Broc grunted, eyeing the dogs disapprovingly.

“Maybe, but we can try another.” Aaron muttered, not liking his secondary solution. Throwing aside the crossbow, claimed to have belonged to Tyler, Aaron stalked over to his horse pulling open his saddle bag. From there he produced a slipper, a small thing but well worn. This he held to each of the hounds in turn and this time they found the scent.

Straining on the leashes the hounds slobbered and howled eager to give chase. “Mount up!” Aaron shouted, ignoring the fact that he was the only one on his feet.