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@Sloth, I failed to mention this but you've probably been with that squad for those 8 days. That counter probably started when you joined the squad.


Easily rectified with a quick edit! Funnily enough I was tempted to say Winoda was the guy who started the counter, but figured most squads would've had something like that going for ages.
Note: Please don't punch Rian in the face with a robotic fist. I'm not sure his delicate chin can take it.
When you're a fresh face straight out of basic who's squad you'd barely just met a day ago has a plaque in their dropship that made it abundantly clear that the outfit most likely saw a fair amount of combat, your first instinct probably shouldn't be to let out a laugh. That'd drawn some weary glances from Private Winoda's new-found teammates, and he'd since exiled himself to the unoccupied corner of the troop bay, making sure all the systems were functioning on his helmet and extending and collapsing the stock on his E-11 even though he'd run the necessary checks more times than he could count over the last few hours.

Rian didn't pay much attention to the general banter of the First Platoon's Second Squad; he knew a scare tactic when he saw one. What, did they think he hadn't gone through hell already at the Academy? He'd show them that he belonged, he wasn't just a farmer hopped up with courage after firing a blaster for the first time, he was an authentic member of the Empire's finest. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his plastoid covered shoulder that he looked up from his helmet, which he'd been mentally preparing himself to wear for the first time on an actual assignment on an actual alien planet. It didn't help that the sight was what he'd assumed, but never had the courage to outright ask, was the squad's resident leftover from the Clone Wars.

"Hey, as long as one of them isn't me, I think I'm gonna be fine."

Rian didn't know what possessed him to think now was the time for boasting, but Emperor knew he needed to boost his confidence somehow.
I mostly figured it would make sense for Konatsians to either actually have a connection to the Kai's, or to believe they do ala religious beliefs, as they are very similar looking.


What is this "religion" of which you speak? The only thing I worship are fists and energy waves named after Hawaiian Kings!
What is the canon idea behind the Kaioshins these days? Are they gods of creation or just wankers with their own plane of existence?


Supposedly they come from a base race of "God-People" grown from magic trees and whenever one of them decides to kick the bucket (IE: Get killed, because immortality) members of the race just draw lots to determine which one of them gets to ascend to Kai-ship. Or something, it's stupid. As for whether they have their own plane of existence....maybe? I presumed "Other World" just equated to "The Kai Realm" or something, where each main Kai, aka the ones that represent the four cardinal directions/entire galaxies oversee the universe and shit while the big bad booty daddy Kai just kinda sits around on Planet Kaioshin waiting for Beerus/A God of Destruction to wake up and blow stuff up, and subsequently let Goku and Vegeta handle that problem. I'm not up to date on Dragon Ball Super, so whether each universe has their own version of Kais or they're exclusive to the "main" universe, I don't know.

Though from what I can infer (and this is purely my theory) the chain of command, so to speak, goes something like this:

Grand Supreme Kai - Universal if not Multiversal Overseer
The Supreme Kais - Universal stuff, may have powers over crap like Space-Time if video games are taken into account, typically keep the Four kais in check.
The Four Kais - Galactic Guardians, occasionally train badass mortals on how to turn red and throw giant balls at people.
Minor Deities - Planetary Guardians a la Kami who report to their local congressman. I mean Kai.
"The Help" - Popo

Mortal Champions are obviously variable, since Goku and the Super Saiyan Squad can pretty much walk up to most Kais and make them piss themselves, so, whatever.

But hey, if they made Konatsians in their own image, then some prick Kai made the Saiyans to outshine everyone else's favorite race.
Name: Winoda, Rian
Identification/Serial Number: WZ-9672
Rank: Private
Role: Grunt work
Age: 22 (Born on the 21st day of Month 4, 26 BBY)
Gender: Male
Nickname: Affectionately referred to as "Farm Boy" during his time in the Academy. As he has only just been assigned to the 121st, his new brothers in arms have yet to christen him with a new alias.

Physical Description: Standing at a slightly above average height of 5'11" with a pair of hazel eyes, Private Winoda still looks (and sounds) like he's fresh off of the farm. He wears a thin light brown beard on his face that he seems far too proud of that matches his short cut hairstyle and weathered skin. As can be expected from any graduate of Carida, Winoda retains a toned physique to go with his boyish good looks and eager smile that will surely be beaten off of his face after a few weeks of active service in the Outer Rim.

Winoda's only physical alteration is a tattoo of the Carida Academy's logo on his left forearm.

Psychological Analysis: Winoda is a classic example of a green horned idiot who thinks he's ready to take on a Rancor just because he managed to earn a helmet. Whether it be showing up to graduation incredibly hung over to gambling away almost all of the money he managed to make in Pazaak games, Winoda is a man set out to succeed, and fail, on a spectacular scale.

Though Winoda has a reputation as a bit of a hotshot with a drinking problem coming out of basic, even his instructors admit that the kid retains a fairly analytical mind when it comes to actual combat tactics and seems to genuinely want to help the citizens of the Empire. Such things can only be gauged so well in drills and courses however, and Winoda has yet to see any live fire in his short time of enlistment.

Military Record: Private Rian Winoda was born and raised on an agriworld in the Mid Rim where he spent his youth and adolescence working the fields and bringing produce to his local spaceport. Even as a teenager Brian garnered a bit of a reputation for trailblazing, most notably leading his own swwop gang after constructing his own bike out of spare parts he earned working at a junkyard, though he doesnt have any record of such. Winoda claims that he was hopelessly bored on his home world and due to his family's low standing, enlisted in order to see the galaxy rather than spend his entire life in one place. Though one would expect a mixed reaction from his parents, Winoda often told his fellow trainees about his father's enthusiastic response to the news, saying "Lord knows you'll at least make more money shooting a rifle than you ever will reaping a field." and so at the age of eighteen, Winoda was put through his initial screening and approved for Stormtrooper training at the Academy of Cardia.

Once there, Winoda was a fairly average Stormtrooper recruit, garnering middle of the line grades on most testing drills and written examanations. He fell in with a bit of a manipulative crowd during his first year of training that soured his overall experience as he quickly became the scapegoat of his class. Winoda admits that it was because of this that he began to focus himself more on his training, sacrificing what little social standing he had for improved performance. He showed a marked improvement over the course of his second and third years, jumping from middle of the road averages to the top 10% of his class. It was during his final year at Carida that Winoda began to systematically self-destruct. No one quite knows why, but Winoda went from a dedicated student to an overzealous partier in no time flat. Perhaps the kid felt he had his graduation in the bag or something. His instructors subsequently began to kick his ass every time he showed up to drills with a hang over, but nobody seemed to get through to him. The kid was almost discharged from the academy for his antics before someone on the chain of command recommended him to the 121st. Though he was permitted to graduate, (even celebrating with a tattoo on his left arm) Winoda is ignorant as to just who recommended him to the company, but he hardly has time to think about it, seeing as he's set to deploy as the 121st's newest member any day now.

Equipment: As a brand new member of the Stormtrooper corps, Windoa has all the standard equipment for the job, none of it weathered by overuse or burned by blaster fire. Notably, Windoa has received no specialized training, and thus his armor plates remain all white.
Apologies for not popping my head in here sooner. Things have been a bit hectic in western Pennsylvania. I should be able to drop off everyone's favorite green horn in a few hours though.
SUMMON THE RANCOR!!
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I personally would prefer Star Wars swears.

Cuz immersion.


Huh. There's something I never thought I'd have to wookieepedia.

Can't I just call fat bastards Hutteese Hussies or something?
I'm beginning to realize literally all of the non-FNG chars hate FNG's.


That's part of the charm of being the grunt in a military squad, probably doubly so in something as elite as Imperial Stormtroopers; everyone gives you shit you until you prove to not be horribly incompetent.

The hard part is when you join a squad with an "I could totally use this helmet to pick up chicks." attitude. Surely the FNGness will be torn from Rian's soul until he's either a cynical nihlist or the squad admits his cavalier attitude can't be dissuaded by the horrors of war! Probably the former.
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