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Name: Yekaterina Tsukishima Alexandrovna Von Ingram Race: Human Augmentics: Nothing beyond the basic interface augments required of officers, she finds the concept of human augmentation repugnant. Rank: Commodore in His Unapproachable Majesty's Royal Navy; Commander of Special Task Squadron Rho; Baroness, by succession, of the Barony of Ingram Alias: His Majesty's Switchblade (earned during the Jihad for her unconventional, and some would say illegal, raids on barbarian forces) Physical Description: Yekaterina is a buxom human female in her early thirties. Her features are a mixture of her ancient Terran ancestors who hailed from Eastern Europe and East Asia. She has chin length black hair and light brown eyes. She is of slightly above average height for women. Personality: Yekaterina is a bit of a contradictory character when it comes to the accepted image of aristocracy. She shares the haughtiness and sense of superiority towards all around her that comes with being highborn, but that is where the image begins to fall apart. She has all of the tact as a sledgehammer and is very forward about her opinions whether they were asked for or not. She respects her superiors though finds it difficult to hide her disdain for orders or individuals whom she finds incompetent or faulty. While many of her peers find her aggravating or crude, what they can all agree on is that she holds herself less like a woman and more like a force of nature. The cult of personality she has cultivated amongst her crew and the fleet at large through her exploits and laid back demeanor seem to have gone to her head, she has adopted the larger than life persona of a pirate queen(not that she would ever call herself a queen as if she were equal to His Majesty) that follows her wherever she goes. She considers herself to be one of the only members of the fleet who is willing to do anything it takes to see the Kingdom of Far Valyrius and His Grace Odyssius XVII reach their rightful place in the sun. Personal History: To make an exceedingly long story short, Yekaterina made her name as a raider captain deep in Arian territory during the Jihad. After the Techno-barbarians began to christen her and her crew vile pirates she decided to embrace the persona, adopting a piratical costume and flying a jolly roger. (not an actual flag, but it shows up on most transmissions between ships or exchanges of data) After the Jihad's end she had racked up enough commendations and kills as to see her be given the rank of Commodore (being nobility also helped) and given the new task of commanding an entire squadron of raider vessels for the Reconquest campaign.

Yekaterina's young life was by and large what one would expect of the heir to a noble family. Groomed to take over rule of the Barony of Ingram located on the Kingdom world of Adriatus in the Vos system, she was pampered as a little girl and taught by the best tutors money could buy. Her story did not come into its own until she enrolled in the Royal Naval Academy at the onset of the Arian Jihad. There she was found to be gifted in the arts of tactics and command. She was quickly chosen as her class's group leader through her electric personality and keen mind. It was here that her rebellious streak began to show itself. During wargames and tactical exercises she gained the ire of her instructors for bending and exploiting the rules instead of following established doctrines. She was nearly expelled from the academy for an act of insubordination, though the heavy pleas of her family ensured she was heavily reprimanded instead. Once she graduated (barely despite such a strong start) she was first assigned as third officer aboard the Gothren Class ship Volcano. Her rise through the ranks could only be described as meteoric, a stray shot from a transhumanist vessel managed to pierce through the bridge of the vessel killing the Captain as well as a majority of the bridge staff. Yekaterina suddenly found herself in command of the crippled artillery ship from the auxiliary bridge. Her heroic command of the Volcano for the duration of the battle saw her awarded the Navy Cross and promoted to the rank of Commander. From there she would be given her first command, the Neloth class escort cruiser Rosenkreuz. The Rosenkreuz was given a mission to destabilize the actions of the Transhumanist menace. Striking deep into territory held by the Techno-barbarian warlord Arius their goal was to simply keep the Jihad fleets' hands full. Striking quickly from subspace on unprotected supply barges and troop ships that thought they were safe so far behind the front. The lighter weapons of the Rosenkreuz suited these lightning raids on enemy infrastructure. Soon the Techno-barbarian communications networks were filled with talk of the damnable Valyrian pirate who was raising hell all over the domain of Arius. The event that brought the name Yekaterina Tsukishima Alexandrovna Von Ingram (quite the mouthful) to the attention of even the royal family itself was the destruction of the mobile shipyard Guildenstern. The massive vessel was an ancient relic predating the fall of the Arcturian Empire was little more than a massive automated factory complex slaved to equally massive drives. Constantly moving from place to place leaving an endless stream of war materiel in its wake, Guildenstern was one of the most hotly sought after targets for Fleet command because of how elusive it was. There is little to say about the attack on Guildenstern itself, it was more of a happy accident that brought it and the Rosenkreuz into the same region of space at the same time. Intending to attack what she thought was a just another convoy, she dropped out of subpspace only to be greeted by the battleship sized mass of machinery that had eluded her and the rest of the Royal Navy for so long. While it may have been massive, few people think to armor factories, and the Guildenstern was no exception. In classic form she was in and out before the local forces even noticed. A promotion to full captain and a new command were in order for the returning Yekaterina, not to mention a host of medals and commendations to add to her growing collection. Her gift for her glorious victory was the command of the Indoril class Strike Cruiser John P. Decatur. A proper capital ship to call her own, now Captain Alexandrovna was once again given orders to raise havoc deep behind enemy lines. The bigger guns and greater range of the Indoril class over her previous charges meant that the escort ships that once turned her away from her prey were just as vulnerable as their defenseless charges. The Decatur would be the ship she would command for the remainder of the Jihad as she continued to launch deadly raids on the soft underbelly of the enemy, every ship her actions forced into convoy escort work bringing the war that much closer to a close. When the dust finally settled Yekaterina was promoted once more to the rank of Commodore and assigned to the Second Royal Expeditionary Force whose mission was the reconquest of territory that rightfully belonged to the Crown of Far Valyrius. the John P. Decatur would become her flagship as commander of Special Task Squadron Rho, a squadron whose mission was what Yekaterina did best: sow chaos. A mixed force built for asymmetric strikes against the areas the enemy is weakest, Special Task Squadron Rho is not meant to take part in proper fleet conflicts, in fact if it does its job properly those conflicts may not even occur.

IC Sample: WIP, shall finish in the morning.

I may have gone crazy on the personal history part. Yeah, think I totally did. Ship Name: John P. Decatur Ship Type: Indoril class strike cruiser (Aryon class variant) Semi-Sentience Profile: WIP Ship Details/History: The Indoril class are not a unique class of ship but are instead a heavy modification of the existing Aryon design. The first Indorils were made from Aryons pulled from front line service due to damage too extreme to be simply repaired. Instead of being broken up, some of the more better off vessels were heavily refit into a class of super-heavy raiders - population: 23,000 (slightly higher than an Aryon) -

- primary weapons/fleet function: The Decatur was one of the first Indoril class ships 'built' during the Jihad and therefore is less standardized than later additions to the line. Two of the Back-breaker cannons were removed entirely from the ship, and were instead replaced with larger hangar bays and more reaction mass allowing for greater strategic range and a worthwhile strike craft compliment. The removal of the massive guns also freed up reactor energy for an additional battery of plasma artillery along each broadside. - marine contingent details: Much of the marine compliment of the John P. Decatur are fearsome Gn'Mok shock troopers in order to further the Shock and Awe value of the ship. With several thousand marines at its disposal the Decatur can even launch raids onto terrestrial targets if simple orbital bombardment is out of the question. - strikecraft contingent details: The John P. Decatur carries a compliment of fifty Archangel fighter bombers, a dozen Impi assault shuttles, and a trio of cutters. Wasn't sure if these ships are full 40k tier huge populations so I just cut the population of an Imperial cruiser of this size in half as a solid guestimate then dropped it some more.

Djonn raised an eyebrow at the steady flow of other White guards who had begun to congregate outside. The two new arrivals took some of the fritters off of his hands and Djonn grabbed the last and ate it himself. Dusting off his hands and stowing his handkerchief he gave them a once over. The big one with the fancy beard he recognized as Marcel R-something, a large and strong guardsman but there was something wrong with one of his hands. The other he immediately recognized for the red sash around his waste. He was one of the Scarlet Ravens, their leader if he remembered correctly. The Ravens weren't exactly known for their good natures but last Djonn had heard this fellow had purged them of their less desirable ranks. They had to have been worth something to become a chapter of the White Guard so Djonn supposed he wasn't someone to worry too much about. Still there was something about the man that didn't jive properly with Djonn that he could not put his fingers on. Hoping to break the awkward silence Djonn decided to force some form of conversation. "Well look at that, it seems quite a few of us aren't the party type. Perhaps The Captain is trying to subtly purge the old, inexperienced, and the unfun at the same time with this job," dropping into a more serious yet still casual tone he continued, "I've been informed by the Captain that I'll be the highest ranked officer on this mission so I suppose that means I'm something resembling 'in charge' of you people for the coming days. You seem like a solid bunch and I look forward to serving alongside you and the others, pleasure cruise or otherwise. I have only one ground rule to making sure this run goes smoothly my comrades: Don't die on me. "

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