TehAlphaGamer

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Duck, is it all right if I organize a fleet refueling by one of your planets? I want to use it so I can also get a synopsis of what happened in the peace talks based on reports.

Pokémon Noir - Goldenrod

Around One Year Ago: February 8th, 1923

"Carl what in the world are you thinking?!" Annamarie screamed, standing next to her father who was equally upset. Across from them stood Carl, with two suitcases, and a backpack slung behind him, standing next to him was Rucker, carrying a bag in each large arm.

"Son, I respect your decisions, but do you think this is the right one?" Jean questioned, worry in his voice.

"It's completely ridiculous!" Annamarie backed.

Carl felt cornered. Never before had his parents been this upset with him. He had a decent job, a good pay, and one of the best Pokemon Dockworkers as a partner. Sure, Rucker was coming along, that was a given. But deep down inside, Carl knew that there was something about Sinnoh that the burly and adamant Machamp didn't want to leave behind. "I know what both of you mean, both of you-"

"Do you, Carl, do you?!" his mother shouted. "Anna, please, let him finish." Jean had put his hand on her shoulder, rubbing her back and trying to calm her down.

"What both of you mean...I know that with the war and all that you're worried about me leaving Sinnoh at all, that I'd find better success in Jubilife. But I want to get out of Sinnoh, do you not understand that? I'm sick of hassling other workers and sitting back and thinking nothing of it! I want change, I want to go somewhere new; do something new and exciting with my life!"

Jean had moved away from Anna, and walked over to Carl, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Boy, I know you do. I think we've all had times where we've wanted to move on, to do something new. As much as your mother would like to disagree, I realize that there's no changing your will. Something I'm proud of in you, but it's also a double-edged sword."

"Jean! You're not...you're not...letting him go, are you?!" Anna threw her hands down in an animated fashion, clenching her fists, tears were welling up in her eyes. "Carl, do you even realize how dangerous it is out there?!"

"I realize that, mother, but everything has a risk. I was almost crushed by a crate that one time, and I was saved by Rucker. We can take care of each other and stay safe." Carl replied, Rucker letting out a smug "'Champ!" has he put his lower set of arms on his hips, raising his other two arms and flexing and flexing them.

"This'll be my chance, to get away and to start a new life. Haven't you ever wanted to do that?"

Annamarie sighed, and finally threw in the towel. She stormed over to Carl, and locked him in a deep embrace, sobbing.

"I...I don't want to lose you."

"You won't."

He hugged his father as well, and began striding towards the door. He turned around, taking one last look at his home. The white and red-trim walls, the maritime paraphernalia, and he'd never forget the smell of his mom's cooking, and the scent of the ocean that always hung in the house. They seemed to blend together so harmoniously despite being so differently. He exchanged his last "I love you's" with his parents, before setting out with Rucker, and running to the nearby port.

They reached the dock where the ship, the S.S. Milotic was resting. They were beginning to board; they barely made it.

Rucker fetched two passes from his bag and showed them to the man at the booth. He stamped them, and allowed them onto the ship. Carl and Rucker hiked past several decks before reaching their room. They settled their things down, and the two sat on the small cot.

"Well buddy, we did it. We're starting a new life in a new city, a new region! Things are gonna be tough, but I think for the better." Carl smiled. Rucker answered similarly.

"It's about a week by sea to Olivine, so we should get our rest now."

"Champ!"

One Week Later

They hurried with their things, making sure to grab every last piece of clothing, every parcel of food, every sock that went under the bed, clambered up the decks and got to the edge. It was nighttime, and it was nearly pitch-black as the Milotic cut through the churning water, but they could see a light.

It was from an old tower, there was light pulsating from it, as it would periodically wash over Milotic's decks. Carl was absolutely astounded, as light shone over Olivine City it looked absolutely marvelous--architecture that was wildly dissimilar to Sunyshore's. A few hours later, they docked, and Carl and Rucker headed towards one of the stations, coach buses were delivering rides between Olivine and Goldenrod. Carl pulled a map out of one of Rucker's bags, reading it.

"Goldenrod's Johto's main city, guess we better start there."

"Champ!"

The two walked over to one of the coaches, paid the fee and got on towards Goldenrod.

Now

Carl was nearly thrown awake by the initial blast. He looked out through his apartment window. There was smoke, and ash, pluming in the air like coming out of a massive chimney. He could see a faint glow through it.

Fire.

He threw a set of clothes on and grabbed his Pokeballs, unlocking his door and throwing himself down the stairs. He rushed out the front door of the complex and ran towards the site. He called out Rucker, who was able to quickly keep pace. When he arrived at the scene it was complete chaos. On the streets it was complete anarchy, some running towards the sites of damage and others running from it. On the ground laid soot and blood, and the fires smelt like molten metal, burning wood, and flesh.

Carl cursed. "Not even a year and this hell happens. Some kind of welcome wagon." he hissed to himself. He tapped Rucker on the back to keep on moving. He took a moment to get his bearings, and realized that he was at the Goldenrod Station.

Someone, or something had bombed it. Into a nearby fountain, Carl drew one Pokeball and called out Lamplight. They were dangerously close to the blaze, and Carl ordered the Lanturn to use Surf. The fish drew in a massive torrent of water, cycling it around her body, before jetting it out onto the fire.

Pokémon Noir - Goldenrod

No worries! Carl's more of a passive character unless he's defending himself. The reason for strong Pokemon like Machamp was because they're strength could be used while doing work on the docks, such as lifting crates and operating heavy equipment.

Pokémon Noir - Goldenrod

I hope it's okay if I used Sunyshore as a birthplace for my character. I imagine that it might've been around in older times, but wasn't the advanced, solar-powered metropolis it is now.

Trainer

Trainer’s Papers
Trainer name: Carl Welsh
Gender: Male
Date of Birth [Age]: 06/03/1899 [25]
Region of Origin: Sinnoh
Physical description: Tall and strong, standing at about 6'0" with dirty-blonde hair and a goatee. Tan with a strong build. Usually wears a plain white shirt and jeans, with heavy dark boots. Wears a golden-chained necklace with a silver anchor adorned on it. Speaks with a bit of bravado, but also some gruffness, and given his wartime occupation he doesn't speak like the most sophisticated Sinnoh gentleman.
Occupation during war: Dockworker. Helped in operating machinery such as cranes and pump booms alongside the help of Pokemon to load, refuel and, when his hometown of Sunyshore became a military port, reloading. Eventually was promoted to Assistant Dockmaster, but only for a short time before moving.
Post-War Occupation: Construction in the developing Goldenrod city. No one specific job, and as a result is a jack-of-all-trades of sort--although he is shown to be better at lifting when working with girders.
Brief Biography: Carl was born to Annamarie Colton-Welsh, a restaurateur and Jean Welsh, a civilian sailor in the small port town of Sunyshore. Growing up there, he had a fascination with marine work and boat design. As a child attending Sunyshore Juvenile Academy, he would often venture with friends over to the docks, and would help clean the crusted hulls of ships and small boats for a modest pay. He loved life at the docks, feeling the sea breeze and observing the sounds and sights of ships entering and leaving the harbor, puffing plumes of gray smoke. When he was old enough, him and his then-Machoke companion, Rucker, set out to work loading and refueling ships. Not a very respectable job, or a well-paying one, but it let him into a prosperous port, and it strengthened his bond with his Pokemon.

When war came, he was adjusted to life during the constant fear of attack. He spent a short, one month tour on an armed container ship moving supplies, but otherwise abstained from military activity. He continued to hone his skills and became one of the best in his craft. He was even eventually promoted to Assistant Dockmaster to help oversee activities considering both civil and military ships. However, ordering around those made him feel bored, and a couple even visibly resented him. He enjoyed the work, but was not doing as much as he had before, and felt left out. In a change of pace, he left Sunyshore to a new region, and to start a new life.

Against his parent's wishes, Carl packed his things and sailed to the Johto Region in 1923. Seeing he was a strong man of experience with stronger Pokemon, a contractor hired him to conduct and oversee construction work as a Site Manager. And since, despite certain discrimination from anti-Sinnoh folk, he had adjusted to life. He was aware that crime had made Goldenrod City a difficult city to live in, but he figured he could make the best of it. His Pokemon were well-trained and he had a good head on his shoulders, or so he was told. So he figured he could work his way in, and maybe stand out to help.
Legal alignment: (Lawful/Unlawful): Legal

Player Inventory: (Can contain no elemental stones or key items. Two pokéball maximum to start with, no pokégear.): 4 bottled Lemonades, 8 bottled Waters, 1 Mystic Water, 1 Expert Belt, 5 Oran Berries, 3 Rawst Berries, 3 Pecha Berries, 3 Cheri Berries, Packages of food

Pokémon’s Papers
(Limited to a party of four, none in storage: Your primary Pokémon will be the most skilled, and your fourth will be the least experienced.)

Rucker

First Pokémon (primary partner)
Name: Rucker
Species: Machamp
Gender: Male
Type: Fighting
Physical description: [No shiny/coloured Pokémon, however physically defining traits are permitted.]: About normal for a Machamp: Burly, with greyish-blue skin, four, well-toned arms, pale yellow lips, and a split head crest, however, he was somewhat shorter than the rest of most Machamp, standing at about 5'0". Wearing a pear of black, legless tights, and a belt. However, this particular belt deviates from most Machamp, as the buckle is completely golden, and embossed in the center lay a silver anchor.
Met: [Location/Time]: Near Oreburgh City, 1908. Although fairly young, Carl was able to catch him as a Machop and train him.
Brief personality description: Brutish and intimidating towards most, but protective and compassionate over Carl. Slightly egotistical in a way that he often attempts to show off his physical prowess.
Relationship with trainer: [Quality, significant events in their shared history]: Almost like brothers. Rucker had spent a most of Carl's life with him, they're nearly inseparable. Rucker was originally caught while fending off a group of Houndour, which had been released into the wild by some trainer. Had Carl's family not been there to fend them off, Rucker may have been killed. Another instance was where a fault in the crane nearly killed Carl. While lifting a crate over to a ship, and Carl was directing it on the ground, the cable snapped, and had it not been for Rucker, who leaped and smashed the crate out of the way, Carl would have been crushed.
Move Set: (No moves post-Gen IV.)
[Dynamic Punch] [Rock Tomb]
[Brick Break][Ice Punch]

Lamplight

Second Pokémon (secondary partner)
Name: Lamplight
Species: Lanturn
Gender: Female
Type: Water/Electric
Physical description: [No shiny/coloured Pokémon, however physically defining traits are permitted.]: The normal looks for a Lanturn: Slightly bulbous, with a blue-and-yellow body, red eyes and two light-producing organs forming a lure. Wrapped around the lure is a Mystic Water amulet.
Met: [Location/Time]: March 8th, 1914, Sunyshore Port
Brief personality description: Relaxed unless particularly irritated. When she is irritated she can become hostile to others and discharge excess electricity, whether meant or not.
Relationship with trainer: [Quality, significant events in their shared history]: A strong bond, but not as strong as between Carl and Rucker. Lamplight was a more adult Chinchou living in the harbor when a fierce storm rolled in. Carl was attempting to secure all the cargo but could hardly see through the raging torrent of rain. When trying to find locks, the generous fish Pokemon gave her light to him to allow him to see, by drifting next to the dock and sticking her lures forward. In return, Carl fed and caught her as a thank you. She trained well for him and also served as a beacon, her ability to use her light proved extremely useful, and Carl values her as a strong and useful partner.
Move Set: (No moves post-Gen IV.)
[Thunderbolt] [Signal Beam]
[Flash][Surf]

Claude

Third Pokémon
Name: Claude
Species: Drifblim
Gender: Male
Type: Flying/Ghost
Physical description: [No shiny/coloured Pokémon, however physically defining traits are permitted.]: Several shades of purple with yellow, beady eyes, and a cloud puff on top, tendrils that serve as arms are towards his inflated base.
Met: [Location/Time]: November 21st, 1917. Nearby a decrepit wind research station atop Mount Coronet.
Brief personality description: Moody. Although on good terms with Carl and his team, Claude can act imprudent and aggressive towards others. The cloud puff usually determines his mood. When clear and white, it means he is happy or neutral, it darkens as his mood worsens until it is a nearly-black storm cloud that swirls violently.
Relationship with trainer: [Quality, significant events in their shared history]: As he is newer to the team, he has not bonded as well with Carl as Lamplight or Rucker (Then again, very few Pokemon will probably ever have a friendship like Carl and Rucker's). Carl had been hiking up the mountain while on vacation. He reached a derelict old research station and settled by for lunch. He had noticed Pokemon moving in the shadows, but didn't think much of them, he ignored them and kept on going. However, without any kind of notice, two yellow strings grabbed him by his arms and began to lift him over the air. As he climbed higher and higher, he faced upwards in terror to see a purple Drifloon carrying him towards the sky. When suddenly another bobbed into it, and this second one caught him, bringing him back to the station. This Drifloon seemed friendly, and Carl offered some food and continued to hike upwards. He had called out his Pokemon in caution. However, the Drifloon flew towards him and followed him. Before a protective Rucker tried holding him off, Carl considered viability for catching it. Certainly it'd be helpful in spotting from above ground. He did so, and trained it. It was apparently well learned, and soon it evolved into Drifblim.
Move Set: (No moves post-Gen IV.)
[Shadow Ball][Fly]
[Psychic][Stockpile]

Boris

Fourth Pokémon
Name: Boris
Species: Rhyhorn
Gender: Male
Type: Rock/Ground
Physical description: [No shiny/coloured Pokémon, however physically defining traits are permitted.]: Short, with gray, platelike natural armor. Two fangs jut out from a large maw with two, small eyes. Stubby, 2-toed feet and a large spine going down the back.
Met: [Location/Time]: Southeastern Johto, May 18th, 1923.
Brief personality description: Sort of the "Big, Strong and Dumb" type. Brutish attitude and strong willed, but not the most intelligent or rational Pokemon around--fitting for a Rhyhorn. Although still adjusting to life with Carl, and still being somewhat difficult to handle, he tries to be friendly.
Relationship with trainer: [Quality, significant events in their shared history]: Boris is the newest addition to the team, and as a result isn't known too well of to have a powerful bond. He was caught as part of a rampant herd that escaped from the Indigo Plateau and made their way through Johto through the mountains. One nearly stampeded over Carl, but Rucker's strength managed to hold him back and keep him off. Carl saw him as a viable helper with travel given his strength, size and ability to travel long distances without needing too much rest. Although he was shown to be powerful and Carl hopes to raise him into a strong Pokemon.
Move Set: (No moves post-Gen IV.)
[Horn Attack] [Rock Blast]
[Crunch (Can be learned through breeding. Assuming that Pokemon breed in the wild I thought that the conflict wouldn't be an issue)][Roar]

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

Vash said
Several problems.First, that link sent me to a virus filled site that almost got me. That's a lot of negative points.Second. We don't need another tech specialist, especially a "well performing" one. We need the best and we already have the best.Third. He just "Booped" into the eagle claw. Seriously just "Booped" in there. No rhyme or reason to how he came into eagle claw, he just did. That's not gonna fly.Finally: That Bio compared to the others is meh as hell.Denied.

Well I figured it would be denied. I didn't go in thinking it would but in hindsight I realized that it wouldn't turn out okay. The link I sent? No idea it was riddled with viruses . The image I had gotten I had pulled off of the Fallout Wiki. I wasn't linking to a crackpot website for malicious reasons, I honestly didn't know. If you have another tech specialist that's fine, I honestly just wanted to make one oriented around the craft and I didn't completely scrutinize both threads. And for that last one, yeah, I didn't really word a good way in there I just kind of set him there, that's my own folly. The bio could've had better work done.

I really just wanted to join a Fallout RP, and wasn't really thinking that this one was oriented around a single race, faction and storyline (EDIT: Okay no I knew that from the get-go, I just didn't think that certain stipulations were so strict). So it's fine, I'm not pissed like people can get when denied, but I'll just move on and try to find a more open RP, relating to story and whatnot. Who knows, if some wave of inspiration comes over me I might return to this one.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

App

Agent Name: Welsh Dithers
Agent Code Name: Kilowatt
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, somewhat lanky at about 6'1". Has scruffy, dirty-blonde hair, cut down to a high-and-tight. Somewhat fair-skinned except areas not covered by armor, as exposure to sunlight has tanned those areas slightly. Rather thin, and over his wrist he wears an older model of the Pip-Boy 3000. Has grayish-green eyes and a small chin-strip beard. Has a pair of thin-framed glasses, but only wears them when using a computer or manipulating small objects.
Armor: Combat Armor, Reinforced
Clothing: White, featureless shirt, dark-colored jeans, a small jacket and black boots.
Weapons: .308 Hunting Rifle, .357 Magnum [HD Cylinder], Frag Grenade [X2]
Miscellaneous items: Scrap electronic parts, Stimpak [X3], Copy of Programmer's Digest
Forces of habit: Welsh is particularly nitpicky, and as a result tends to try and make things a bit too perfect, although he is capable of acting quickly, he tends to take time to plan things very carefully and redundantly. He takes great interest in technology, even if it's in the way of an objective. He tends to pace when frustrated.
Biography: Welsh was born into the second generation of a family that left the Vaults in the Midwest Wasteland. He in particular grew up most of his life in New Clevland. He always had an interest in technology and machinery, and would often take apart things and put them back together. Some attempts he succeeded, and even made some of the contraptions work more efficiently, and sometimes...not to much. He had a decent amount of popularity, growing up with several kids that had similar interests, or just enjoyed him. Several of them planned to leave Clevland to try and become successful out in the wastes, but his overly-supportive-towards-the-Enclave father took Welsh and the rest of his family eastward, towards the Capitol Wasteland after it had begun to return. At the age of 17, Welsh's father slapped an old Pip-Boy 3000 on his wrist and sent him out to explore.

Before getting into the Enclave, he took up a job at a small shop repairing goods for travelers. Paired with a mediocre pay, he left his job out of boredom and set out to live a full life. He stayed inside of an abandoned house where he would scavenge for old computers, fix them up and collect their data--or sell them. He developed a keen knowledge of repair, electronics and science. However, his income was beginning to reach a stalemate when Raiders began hassling travelers, causing them to reroute around his area. Without customers to purchase what he had, or caravans to trade what he needed, he resolved to join the Enclave, or face returning home in shame.

He was shown to perform well. Being able to work with logistics teams and computers. His exceptional talent with electronics equipment and terminals put him out on the battlefield as an advanced field hacker. He often would access terminals that could deactivate alarms, open doors, operate systems or anything required to help his squad. He also is shown to have an affinity for robots. Any issues with Protectotrons, Securitrons, Robobrains, Mr. Gutsy's or any other machines he'd often dissect to learn more about. This proved him to be extremely useful in infiltrating facilities, as learning one robots identifier could help before others attack. He was eventually moved up to where he is now.
Extra:

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Sazkarjhia Colonization Fleet 004: Fleetmaster Sayar Tin'yum

The old sailor looked ahead of the view screen aboard the Marku-Class Red Breeze, watching in the endless expanse of space as the fleet lazily drifted in orbit above Trimubelo III. The yellowish-colored planet had been his home for the last 10-15 years, ever since he first spotted it for SCF 003. It was a simpler time, before Sazkarjhit involvement in intergalactic fairs was heavy, and war wasn't on the horizon. When he was just a Naval Marshal captaining his frigate, the Shadow of Mazdabar, and looking for a planet to settle.

Things were different, times have changed.

His communications officer reported that she had received orders from SCNOSE High Command, she printed them and brought them to Fleetmaster Tin'yum, who scrutinized them before handing them back.

"Order all ships to mobilize on that vector and set distance. Make sure that the colony ships and civilian ships stay towards the center of the fleet. They're the most important and if we run into pirates we have to protect them at all costs. Load all cannons and prepare for an engagement just in case. And make sure that countermeasures are armed." Sayar ordered.

"Aye, sir." the young communications officer replied.

Tin'yum turned to his head engineer. "Raise engine output to 105% and arm the Translight for an FTL jump."

"Aye, sir." he replied gruffly.

The fleetmaster sat inside of his chair, buckling in as the Translight Outersystem Engine roared to life. Blue tunnels of light formed around the ship, and they flung forward.

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Colonization Outreach
Set on a randomized vector, Sazkarjhia Planetary Colonization Fleet 004 has been dispatched. Orders are to be printed as followed:

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SAZKARJHIA PCF 004
DISPATCH FROM SAZKARJHIA CENTER FOR NAVAL OPERATIONS AND SPACE EXPLORATION
MISSION DIRECTIVE
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LOCATE SYSTEM WITH HOSPITABLE CONDITIONS FOR SUSTAIN SAZKARJHIAN LIFE.
REQUIREMENTS TO SUSTAIN LIFE:
Cl CONCENTRATION: >53.041%
O CONCENTRATION: <10%
VEGETATION: PLENTIFUL
POTABLE AND IRRIGABLE WATER: PLENTIFUL
VIABILITY TO FOR CIVIL TRANSPORTATION: VIABLE
VIABILITY FOR MILITARY CONVENIENCE: NOT REQUIRED, BUT PREFERABLY VIABLE
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FLEET INFORMATION:
SAZKARJHIA PLANETARY COLONIZATION FLEET 004
SHIP COUNT: 450
5 MARKU-CLASS, CRUISER
6 BORASIS-CLASS, COLONIZATION VESSEL-LARGE
4 BALICRAN-CLASS, COLONIZATION VESSEL-MEDIUM
20 DORKARAN-CLASS, SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH VESSEL
100 SAYMON-CLASS, FREIGHTER-HEAVY
5 SUPRADA-CLASS, FREIGHTY-VERY HEAVY
10 MK XI, ORBITAL COILGUN PLATFORM
100 MANUMAR-CLASS, FRIGATE-LIGHT
50 DARBOR-CLASS, FRIGATE-HEAVY
10 PULSAR-CLASS, DESTROYER-ELEC. WARFARE
25 TRIKOLO-CLASS, DESTROYER-CONVENTIONAL
15 SAMANI-CLASS, STEALTH CORVETTE
100 KAIRON-CLASS, CIVIL TRANSPORT
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ENGAGE RANDOMIZED VECTOR FOR 20e66 KM DISTANCE
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END TRANSMISSION

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

RESEARCH
Power-Down Coilgun: COMPLETE
Research and development for the Mark I Generator Power-Down Coilgun has been completed. They will soon be implemented into ships and other large guns before smaller models can be worked for smaller railguns.
-Doctor Barasi Hamra'dum, Chief Research Director
Sazkarjhia Defense Firm, Daramaska Region

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Sazkarjhia Archaeological Registry Index File #904119: People's Military Supreme Commander Barasmus Lano'dum

Barasmus Lano'dum was born October 2050 in the city of Belkaro in the Daramaska Industrial Region. Due to the inhospitable and smoggy conditions of most of the region, he was mostly raised in Gamaria for most of his life. He was shown to be an avid learner, and earned top marks in school; notably in higher maths and language arts. In 2175, he enlisted into the People's Army, and trained to become an officer for the Intraatmospheric Artillery Brigade (IAB, now under complete jurisdiction of the Infantry Brigade). His deadly accuracy and lightning-fast loading crews made him legendary among other Officers. He became a General Officer 1st Class before being moved into the People's Army Long-Range Bombardment Command; controlling the entirety of the IAB as well as other teams responsible for long-range cover. He was briefly moved into Cadet Training Command before finally being put as the Grand Commander of the People's Army in 2095. He led several successful operations and made the PA one of the fiercest military forces in all of Sazkarjhit-controlled space. In 2120, he was deemed Supreme Commander of the Sazkarjhia People's Military.

Personality-wise, Barasmus was known to be a, no pun insisted, loose cannon and would often jump to conclusions. This would change greatly once entering the IAB, but, for the most part, he was rash and made bold and sometimes ludicrous decisions. However, he was known to be skilled and talented, and with childhood training from his grandfather, became a crack shot with a handgun. The People's Army changed him greatly. He entered an intelligent and skilled-yet rowdy and boisterous teenager, and became one of the most legendary and respected officers in Sazkarjhit history.

His relationships vary from person-to-person, he was a close friend of Damwar Suar'kum's before his untimely demise, and often respected his decisions. Reports indicated that it was Lano'dum, however, that executed him atop Mount Karbor in 2148. To Fakeem Suar'kum, Barasmus acts in a fatherly/grandfatherly fashion. He behaves as a mentor, and is less gruff and serious around Fakeem as he is around his superiors. He's known to act in favor of Sazkarjhia, and thus to other races he either lifts them up with praise and kindness, or bores down on them with heavy amounts of disdain. The Domi of the Zonanese he is known to especially dislike, calling them "crude" and "borderline-xenophobic" based on how they act around and treat Sazkarjhit.

Overall, he is an exceptional soldier and an excellent leader. And will continue to lead forth one of the most powerful militaries in the galaxy with his talent and wisdom.

Doctor Sayra Lano'dum, Senior Research Director
Sazkarjhia Archaeological Registry, Northern Karboria Office