Arand Immer

Former Stormtrooper gone independant

Description:

<table> <tr> <th>Arand Immer (Soldier 7)</th> </tr> <tr> <td>Str: 10 (+0)</td> <td>Fort: 24 (21)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Dex: 16 (+3)</td> <td>Ref: 27 (23/19)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Con: 12 (+1)</td> <td>Will: 18</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Int: 14 (+2)</td> <td>HP: 97</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Wis: 10 (+0)</td> <td>Damage Threshold: 29 (26)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Cha: 12 (+1)</td> <td>Speed: 6</td> </tr> </table> <table> <tr> <th>Skills:</th> </tr> <tr> <td>Acrobatics: 5 (U)</td> <td>Climb: 3 (U)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Deception: 4 (U)</td> <td>Endurance: 5 (U)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Gather Info: 4 (U)</td> <td>Initiative: 11 (T)</td> </tr> <td>Jump: 3 (U)</td> <td>Knowledge (Tactics): 9 (T)</td> <tr> <td>Mechanics: 4 (U)</td> <td>Perception: 8 (T)</td> </tr> <td>Persuasion: 9 (T)</td> <td>Pilot: 6 (U)</td> <tr> <td>Ride: 6 (U)</td> <td>Stealth: 6 (U)</td> </tr> <td>Survival: 3 (U)</td> <td>Swim: 3 (U)</td> <tr> <td>Treat Injury: 8 (T)</td> <td>Use Computer: 9 (T)</td> </tr> </table> <table> <tr> <th>Feats:</th> <th>Talents:</th> </tr> <tr> <td>Armor Prof (Light)</td> <td>Draw Fire</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Armor Prof (Medium)</td> <td>Armored Defense</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Point Blank Shot</td> <td>Improved Armored Defense</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Weapon Proficiency (Rifles)</td> <td>Second Skin</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Collateral Damage</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Weapon Prof (Pistols)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Weapon Prof (Simple)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Improved Defense</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Rapid Shot</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Improved Damage Threshold</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Martial Arts I</td> </tr> </table> <table> <tr> <th>Equipment:</th> <th>Weapons:</th> </tr> <tr> <td>Datapad</td> <td>E-11 Blaster Rifle</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Utility Belt</td> <td>BlasTech DT-12</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Medpac x4</td> <td>Autofire Hold-Out Blaster (Armor)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Power Recharger</td> <td>Stun Baton (Armor)</td> </tr> <tr> <td>Pocket Scrambler</td> <td>Fire Blade (Armor)</td> </tr> </table>

Bio:

Aecus Tarloinne, currently known as Arand Immer, was a classic recruit for the Stormtroopers. Physically fit, good at improvising situations and a natural leader, he entered the Academy under the auspices of his father, one of the few Senators loyal to the Empire. Basic Training swiftly lead to a brief taste of command when the remote outpost was ambushed by Rebellion forces. With the commander down and bleeding, Aecus fell into the role smoothly. The scattered troops managed to push back the Rebels and send them off-world. Accolades and medals were to follow, at least until Rysus II.

A Rebellion cell had established a bio-weapons facility in the deep wilderness of the untouched moon. It’s relative proximity to the Core Worlds concerned the military and so Aecus was sent in with a small strike team to disable the base. The mission was a disaster. The facility itself was largely a medical center for treating Rebellion solders and a waypoint for their contacts in the Spynet and throughout the Core Worlds. When the fighting broke out, a number of chemical and neurological agents were released into the sealed building. Nearly everyone on either side perished. Aecus managed to pull himself an two of his squad out before collapsing onto the ground a few meters away.

When he regained consciousness, it was three months later. His body had been weakened by the chemical cocktail. Simple tasks he could easily handle in Basic were now exhausting. Within a few days he was relieved of his current command and reassigned to lead a black-ops squad. The change didn’t sit well with Aecus and the true reason for the change became apparent when he reviewed the soldiers under his command. Illegitimate children from prominent senators, cloning mistakes, psychotics and dissidents were all collected together under his command. It didn’t take him long to realize he’d been quietly disposed of. With all records of their activities sealed and all information about them removed from every major database, they could quietly die on a distant moon and trouble the Empire no longer.

Enraged by this, Aecus did what he did best; whipped the squad into shape. As mission after mission that should have slaughtered the squad came back complete with full marks, his superiors began to grow annoyed. Aecus played the good little soldier until it sickened every Moff he came into contact with. Even this revenge eventually was taken away, when he and his squad were sent deep into the Outer Rim. No radio contact, the bare minimum of intel and equipment that belonged in a museum. As he stared out over the expanse of the jungle ahead, he felt his frustrations wane. It didn’t matter how long he thumbed his nose at the Empire. It had the manpower, money and control to squash him like a bug if they so chose. What little discipline he’d squeezed out of the troop was cracking under the constant pressure and more than a few wounds were showing up due to friendly fire. As the sun rose over that forsaken moon, Aecus took one last breath as a trooper.

Ostensibly, the target was a small Rebel comm post. Undermanned and unguarded, it was to be an easy target. Aecus knew the intel was shoddy and what little he could glean from scouting the area told him he was in way over his head. He palmed he code cylinder in his utility belt for a moment before hooking it up to his datapad. A few days earlier, he’d managed to grab authorization codes from his direct superior while the stuffed shirt was busy growling at him for not dieing. Loading them onto the pad gave him direct access for one, maybe two orders before the higher ups realized that someone else was using their codes. He radioed back to the squad, moving them into formation within a few hundred meters of the base. A second comm went out to Exton Pierce, a clone reject assigned to him as a sniper. One of the few loyal and reliable men, he wasn’t about to lose what little good he could save from the squad. He repositioned Exton further out, telling him to only attack targets as they fled. With that complete, he sent a signal into orbit.

Within moments, a series of orbital bombardments rained down on the base and blasted it into oblivion. Everyone within a kilometer was crushed under the rubble or vaporized by the blast. As Aecus removed his helmet, he ditched the datapad and activated the pocket scrambler he’d picked up from the body of a Rebel Officer. That’s when Arand became the only name he answered to.

Lieing to Exton about what happened always struck him as too easy. Ever the eager soldier, he was too ready to buy Arand’s story of an accidental detonation and how he only just managed to escape. Still, he found it easier than trying to explain why the Empire had just stopped caring what happened to them. Better to just stop caring as well. Hauling Exton along, the two of them sought out a new life as mercs. If honor was no longer on the table, Arand figured enough money would help to fill the hole. So far, though, it hasn’t.

Arand Immer

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