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Strude & kerryfox Pvt. Role Play

Character Name - Age - Gender - Race - Position/Job/Rank/Title/Ex Cetera

Evolving Plot

TBA

Notes

Squadron Ranks, Ascending Order
Private
Corporal
Sergeant
Lieutenant
Captain
Major
Colonel
General

Squadrons consist of 10 men/women.
Platoons consist of 4 Squadrons, 40 men/women.

Pirate Ranks, Descending Order
Captain
Lieutenant (Second in Command – First Mate)
Boatswain
Master (Navigator)
Gunner (Maintains ships guns and teachers crew proper weaponry use)
Quartermaster
Mates
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Doctor

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Strude' Characters

Dantalion Parnell - 34 - Male - Mink'alm - Lieutenant (Rdelta Squadron)
Rufus Shelton - 24 - Male - Human - Private (Rdelta Squadron)

kerryfox' Characters

Amita Driscol -31-Female-Human-Sergeant (Rdelta Squadron)
Tlalli "Li"Ryder-25-Felmale-Human- Private (Rdelta Squadron)

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Squadrons

Romeo Delta Echo Lima Tango Alpha (Rdelta)

Private - Rufus Shelton, and Tlalli "Li"Ryder
Corporal
Sergeant - Amita Driscol
Lieutenant - Dantalion Parnell
Captain
Major
Colonel
General

Pirates

The Charles-André de Gaulle [di-'gol]

Captain
Lieutenant (Second in Command – First Mate)
Boatswain
Master (Navigator)
Gunner (Maintains ships guns and teachers crew proper weaponry use)
Quartermaster
Mates
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Doctor

Government & Civilians

None :[

Dantalion Parnell stared down the young and in his book foolish human boy; Rufus Shelton a private in his squadron. Dantalion would have never placed the boy in action if he'd had his way. However, the authorities above him saw Rufus fit for war enough, to ship him out the first scrimmage they encountered. The planet of Wilkin, both Dantalion and Rufus' home world, was at war with the currently unreformed planet of Parthnia. The governing galactic congregate was determined to bring the small but tactically crucial planet to its knees. Weather they surrendered or were whipped out before their pride crumbled, the GC (Galactic Congregate) didn't much care. So long as the outcome was some, any form of victory.

"Do you know what kind of shit you could have gotten yourself into," Dantalion barked, his voice straining to keep its composure but warbling towards the end. "You could have not only gotten yourself, but your squadron killed. What made you think it was safe to just waltz out in the open. What bloody idiotic fool does that, in the middle of a fire fight. Who, god damn Rufus, who." Dantalion clenched his jaw. A thick blue blood vessel bulging over the left side of his forehead, down past his eye and disappearing into his races famous multi-toned feathery blue hair.

Rufus only stared shacking eyed at his Lt. not a word passing his lips, nor any sigh of any reaction sides fear. Rufus in his mind, had no right to defend himself in this fight. He had been wrong, he had been an idiot, he had risked his and his squadrons lives. All for extra ammo because he was to careless in packing his shit, that he forgot to bring extra clips. Rufus instead took what Dantalion said to heart, if anything the man was only concerned for his people. His hard exterior was needed on the battle field, but he was like a father to many of the men. Keeping them safe and if he needed to scream a soldier to tears and back again. He would do it. If it kept them safe. Kept them smart and brought them home.

"Private," Dantalion shouted.

"Sir," Rufus lifted his head, not realizing he had lowered it.

"You will be reprimanded for this soldier and this time I will not go easy on you. You have nearly cost the lives of your men, my men, one to many times. However, your duty is to their battle field and I will withhold my hand for the time being." Dantalion reached a hand up and grasped Rufus by the shoulder. Giving the shaken soldier a hard pat. "Now go eat, we leave at 2100 hours."

Rufus's breath hitched at the hand on his shoulders and he nodded curtly to his Lieutenant's orders. Waiting for the older man to take his leave. Rufus was more then a bit shaken by the unusually calm rebuke but took it as a blessing. Still the young soldier wanted a moment to himself, to brush away the burn in his eyes and think . . . but not to much.

((OCC Sorry 'bout the late post >>; ))

Amita bit down on her lip half holding back a yelp of pain the other half trying to bite back the string of curses that were building as every moment she spent in the Med ward reviled a new injury. The arm wasn’t a big surprise and she was lucky to walk away with it merely bruised and dislocated, but the raising number of burns metal shards and other scrapes were as the pain that came with them hadn’t settled in yet. Her arm finally snapping back in to position made her wince as a new wash of pain hit her.

“Sgt. Driscol?” The young medic asked; bring Amita’s attention around to her caregiver. “You’ll need to keep that arm in a sling Ma’am, the Doctor says it was near broken. Ice it, and take the pain killer as needed. Every thing else should be good to go, come back if any of it looks infected.”
Amita nodded as the young girl handed her the sling that she slid on to her arm the throbbing slowly starting to build in it. Holding out her good arm of the pain killers and the paper work she tucked both in to her jacket pocket before slinging the jacket about her shoulders.

“Better go find Parnell” She thought darkly, “mayhap he took Shelton’s head off and done us all a favor.”
Pushed her way out to the med unit and back towards the commons she took little stock of the waves of people around her instead replaying the days battle over in her head taking stock of the sloppy mistakes people had made, most of them the younger members but she too had slipped up. Half of her wondered what Parnell would have to say on that bit but the other half already building a list of drills to clean up the mistakes they had made. Sloppy work meant dead people and as far as she was concerned that was a whole list of paper work that she would rather avoid.