DT-0029
"DT-0029 Reporting for Duty!"
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>SGERRUNDTEA
WELCOME ADVISOR..
1ST BATTALION DEATHTROOPER REGIMENT ROSTER.
_MILITARY RECORD_
OCCUPANT NAME: Glade Blackwater
STATIONED RANK: Command Sergeant Major
MANDATED FACTION: Core Imperial Confederation
DIVISION: 1st Battalion Deathtrooper Regiment
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 39
YEARS OF SERVICE: 8
SEX: M
HEIGHT: 6'8
WEIGHT: 250
EYES: Amber.
HAIR: Dirty Blonde.
SKIN: Tanned
SIGN OF MIDICHLORANS?: None, though he is rather hard to pick up with the force.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
DEATHTROOPER REGIMENT TRAINING
As a registered member of the 1st Battalion Deathtrooper Regiment, he is stationed to all training that is stationed to the troopers, whether that be CQC, guriella combat, marksmanship, or even stress training, these troopers are made to be the best, or seemingly the perfect soldiers, or so it seemed, given the best training the empire had to offer, they turned these simple members into killing machines. DT-0029 can handle himself in a combat situation whether it be CQC or Marksmanship like battles.
BIONICS
His bionics turned him into a monster, a monster that civilians would fear if they tread in his way, a machine that doesn't understand emotions anymore, some have speculated the deathtrooper has crush gaunts under his gloves to increase his strength and they are-..true these help the man crush bones with ease and metals easier, having shown to lift up to eight hundred pounds with relative ease, to be frank, messing with a soldier amongst this caliber would be unwise or atleast in Close Quarter Combat.
INDECISIVE
Glade seems to be unable to perceive his own will at times struggling to make his own decisions unless combat oriented or has failure, he doesn't act out around officers and it seems the man no longer has his own free will to flaunt about, the bionics and augmentations seem to have really messed with his own mind.
TANK.
His armor is a life saver for him-..no like literally, having taken up alot of hits in his time of service, Glade doesn't know when to take hits or to not take hits anymore, usually thinking his armor will save him time and time again, he acts like a tank when need be, rather that be soaking up blaster fire or going as far as to take a saber hit, nonetheless what he does is dumb and stupid, which leads to alot of medical problems for him.
UNDERESTIMATION.
Glade underestimates alot of people which has been proven to be his own undoing, thinking those below him are simpletons, he can barely get of his high horse and appreciate or take one seriously in combat, which has him throw stupid moves at his enemy that might get him killed in the future.
BIOGRAPHY:
Glade's past was hard for the broken man to remember, a page torn out from a book it seemed, it started out as Glade being a small child, he was around the age of five, Glade's family lived in a village on Tatooine, His family had a good life going for him, Glade was considered a simple red-neck to others, when he hit the age of twelve he started to help his father out with the Moisture Farm even though he thought it was stupid, he would help out each day, this was like everyday life for Glade . One night, Glade had finished helping with the Moisture Farm during a late night, Glade started to head back to the house, and that's when Glade spotted something within the sky, Glade squinted his eyes to see the object within the sky, "GLADE! GET INSIDE RIGHT NOW!" His father hollered, Glade whipped his head to turn to his father, The imperial ship had now touched down on the ground moving sand all around as it landed, The ramp fell to the ground on the ship and- figures started walking out, there menacing black armor throwing fear into the villager's eyes, "Glade!" His father yelled again, His father was now near him scooping Glade into his arms, His father started running towards the hut- they were so close, A sudden sound of a blaster went off as his father let out a pain cry as he fell to the ground, he covered the boy with his body, "I-I WONT LET YOU TAKE HIM!" His father bellowed, His father stood up looking at the menacing trooper in Dark Armor, The Deathtroopers let out a sound what almost sounded like a laugh through there Scrambled Radio, One of the trooper's raised there blaster firing at Glade's father, the blaster bolts went through his father, His father had a pained expression painted upon his face, it almost looked like shock, Soon the body dropped to the ground not moving, "DAD!" Glade yelled as he went over to the body sobbing and moving his dad's corpse as if he could wake his father up, "He-He's just asleep!" Glade try to reassure his mind, A large hand pulled Glade off his father, a man in what seemed like a Officer Uniform walked up besides the Deathtrooper, "Hm..A child? Take him back to the Academy for training, we shouldn't waste such a opportunity to take!" The Officer said with a sly voice as the deathtrooper nodded and Glade's view entered into blackness.
Eight Year's later
Fresh out of the Academy, when Glade reached the age of sixteen he started his training, he finished training at age eighteen, though he wasn't deployed till the age of nineteen, Glade was first deployed on a Rebel Transport mission, He remembered being transported to the planet, A Sergeant who had a red colored pauldron on looked at Glade, "TK-221 take this detonator, you'll need it, don't waste it or you'll be buyin' me a new one." The Sergeant said handing him a Thermal Detonator, Glade slung it to his belt, The transport touched down on the planet and troopers started loading off, blasters could be heard shooting, the smell of smoke in the air rung clear to the scared stormtrooper, Glade raised his E-11, and began to rush out with his other comrades, rushing into the forested planet and spotting someone, seeing a figure within the distance, he rammed his finger against the trigger pulling down on his trigger, but they never hit. Glade continued to fire until the figure leaped out at him with speeds that he could barely comprehend, "Enemy!" Glade yelled as the figure nearly jumped ontop of him, Glade could now see it, the figure held a ocean blue lightsaber with dirtied robes draped slightly to the floor though they were bunched up, some velvet blotches staining the robes, "Run back to your little transport rat! You won't win this! Forever live the republic!" The figure said, The stormtrooper grimaced, having been taught the jedi were to be killed at all costs or captured, Glade side-stepped the Jedi shoulder bashing her from the side, The figure was thrown off balance though Glade was hit by a unknown force throwing him onto the ground, Glade looked at the Jedi who was still regaining balance, He looked at his belt looking for anything that could help him, Alas! He found the Thermal Detonator that was given to him on the transport, He grabbed it throwing it up in the air near the Jedi, once it got in proximity of the jedi he shot it, the blaster bolt slugging into the ball of destruction, A loud explosion could be heard and a ringing in his ear was evident, The ringing stopped and Glade looked up, The Jedi was on the floor, Glade staggered over to the body and turned it over, the smell of burnt flesh could be smelled through his filter it made him gag, A figure was seen running up from behind him, "ST-2211- What happened here?" The figure asked, "I-This Jedi attacked me and I killed it" He spat out, The figure chuckled, "I'm impressed, a stormtrooper of your caliber taking a Jedi out-..you have my eyes on you.." The officer commented with a snarky grin, Glade soon passing out due to exhaustion.
Glade awoke in a cold sweat and he was in a dark-room lit by a light, infront of him was a table, aswell as a Officer, his epaulets and ribbons marked him as a Ensign, "Well-..ST-221 or whatever your dreadful name is, Im sorry we had to meet in such-..sad times, though Im here to congratulate you on your promotion and reassignment..We have two options for you..special forces and deathtroopers, two lovely ideas for someone talented like you. He said with a sadistic smirk, "Let us see-..you'll be assigned to the 1st Battalion Death-troopers regiment yes?" He asked as Glade nodded solemnly as he got briefed with training dates and bases to report too.
Yesterday he awoke like all the other troopers but today he reported to a different training camp like everyone else, he was to head to Dantooine, he boarded a transport with all of his gear and head off to the base, there he was said to get into his armor and reported to a certain area of the Imperial Outpost, he did as so and when he entered there was a few figures within the camp, donned in the same armament he was in, they wore sleezy helmets that resembled a deathtroopers, he looked to the training instructor who had a clipboard in his hand and looked bored, "Uh-..huh your ta' new trainee huh? Well get to it, I'm jus' here to make sure ya actually do some trainin' instead of layin' around! Now gimme five laps ya damn slugs!" He yelled Glade shakily nodding as he got to it.
Glade worked dreadfully through the next three years, turning his mesomorphic body into something to be proud about, his body becoming a tool over the next oncoming three years, practically shredding any fat that came in contact with the troopers body, sure it didn't happen easily and it was a struggle to do, but getting the hang of it helped and with his advisors around to help, he trained his body to the brink of what a human body could become, being brought to the simulation room he was ready to give his skills a new try, they were going to be trying a 'different' mode on Glade, one he hadn't heard of before, or seen in action, rushing in with his primary he began to look around for enemies, though he was lifted off his feet and thrown against the cold tiling of the simulation room, looking up to see a basic level inquisitor standing before him with a smirk, he scrambled to get up raising his hands up against the sith, grimacing a bit he knew he wouldn't make it out alive. Rushing at the sith and shoulder ramming him both of them ended up on the floor, trying to reach for his saber he failed, the blade ignited dicing his fingers off as the man yelped and howled in pain bringing the end of his elbow down against the siths face breaking his nose. The sith kneed his nether region and Glade grumbled in pain wanting to throw up, if it was a fight to the death, Glade had to kill the sith no matter what, rushing for his active pistol he aimed it but before he could fire a shot off the barrel of the pistol flung off a velvet color sitting at the end, the hum of a lightsaber being on could be heard as he threw the pistol at the sith, tackling him and bringing him into a headlock, the saber tumbling to the ground away from reach as he reached for the saber grabbing it as he held down the struggling sith and impaled him in the back.
A look of surprise were painted on the officers features, the lieutenant grinning in enjoyment as the guards were about to rush to detain though the officer held his hand up leaning down to speak into the intercoms, "Congratulations Glade-..you passed, twas' sloppy but you did your best, bring him to the surgical area, welcome to the team Staff Sergeant." The officer said grinning from ear to ear, knowing becoming a deathtrooper was more of a punishment then a gift.
It was a dreadful day for Glade nonetheless, he was ushered to the surgical center where he was strapped down to the cold and hard table, sedatives rolling against his veins as he was drugged up, the surgery had begun-..there was no going back from here, agonizing moans of pain could be heard from the surgical center, a few hours dwindling down as the surgery went on, the coppery smell of blood wafting throughout the room as soon emerged a new man, a heartless man, a man with one objective and one objective to follow..serve the empire, his sleek black armor and weapons strapped across his back, he was ready to kick ass.
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>SGERRUNDTEA
WELCOME ADVISOR..
1ST BATTALION DEATHTROOPER REGIMENT ROSTER.
_MILITARY RECORD_
OCCUPANT NAME: Glade Blackwater
STATIONED RANK: Command Sergeant Major
MANDATED FACTION: Core Imperial Confederation
DIVISION: 1st Battalion Deathtrooper Regiment
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 39
YEARS OF SERVICE: 8
SEX: M
HEIGHT: 6'8
WEIGHT: 250
EYES: Amber.
HAIR: Dirty Blonde.
SKIN: Tanned
SIGN OF MIDICHLORANS?: None, though he is rather hard to pick up with the force.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
DEATHTROOPER REGIMENT TRAINING
As a registered member of the 1st Battalion Deathtrooper Regiment, he is stationed to all training that is stationed to the troopers, whether that be CQC, guriella combat, marksmanship, or even stress training, these troopers are made to be the best, or seemingly the perfect soldiers, or so it seemed, given the best training the empire had to offer, they turned these simple members into killing machines. DT-0029 can handle himself in a combat situation whether it be CQC or Marksmanship like battles.
BIONICS
His bionics turned him into a monster, a monster that civilians would fear if they tread in his way, a machine that doesn't understand emotions anymore, some have speculated the deathtrooper has crush gaunts under his gloves to increase his strength and they are-..true these help the man crush bones with ease and metals easier, having shown to lift up to eight hundred pounds with relative ease, to be frank, messing with a soldier amongst this caliber would be unwise or atleast in Close Quarter Combat.
INDECISIVE
Glade seems to be unable to perceive his own will at times struggling to make his own decisions unless combat oriented or has failure, he doesn't act out around officers and it seems the man no longer has his own free will to flaunt about, the bionics and augmentations seem to have really messed with his own mind.
TANK.
His armor is a life saver for him-..no like literally, having taken up alot of hits in his time of service, Glade doesn't know when to take hits or to not take hits anymore, usually thinking his armor will save him time and time again, he acts like a tank when need be, rather that be soaking up blaster fire or going as far as to take a saber hit, nonetheless what he does is dumb and stupid, which leads to alot of medical problems for him.
UNDERESTIMATION.
Glade underestimates alot of people which has been proven to be his own undoing, thinking those below him are simpletons, he can barely get of his high horse and appreciate or take one seriously in combat, which has him throw stupid moves at his enemy that might get him killed in the future.
BIOGRAPHY:
Glade's past was hard for the broken man to remember, a page torn out from a book it seemed, it started out as Glade being a small child, he was around the age of five, Glade's family lived in a village on Tatooine, His family had a good life going for him, Glade was considered a simple red-neck to others, when he hit the age of twelve he started to help his father out with the Moisture Farm even though he thought it was stupid, he would help out each day, this was like everyday life for Glade . One night, Glade had finished helping with the Moisture Farm during a late night, Glade started to head back to the house, and that's when Glade spotted something within the sky, Glade squinted his eyes to see the object within the sky, "GLADE! GET INSIDE RIGHT NOW!" His father hollered, Glade whipped his head to turn to his father, The imperial ship had now touched down on the ground moving sand all around as it landed, The ramp fell to the ground on the ship and- figures started walking out, there menacing black armor throwing fear into the villager's eyes, "Glade!" His father yelled again, His father was now near him scooping Glade into his arms, His father started running towards the hut- they were so close, A sudden sound of a blaster went off as his father let out a pain cry as he fell to the ground, he covered the boy with his body, "I-I WONT LET YOU TAKE HIM!" His father bellowed, His father stood up looking at the menacing trooper in Dark Armor, The Deathtroopers let out a sound what almost sounded like a laugh through there Scrambled Radio, One of the trooper's raised there blaster firing at Glade's father, the blaster bolts went through his father, His father had a pained expression painted upon his face, it almost looked like shock, Soon the body dropped to the ground not moving, "DAD!" Glade yelled as he went over to the body sobbing and moving his dad's corpse as if he could wake his father up, "He-He's just asleep!" Glade try to reassure his mind, A large hand pulled Glade off his father, a man in what seemed like a Officer Uniform walked up besides the Deathtrooper, "Hm..A child? Take him back to the Academy for training, we shouldn't waste such a opportunity to take!" The Officer said with a sly voice as the deathtrooper nodded and Glade's view entered into blackness.
Eight Year's later
Fresh out of the Academy, when Glade reached the age of sixteen he started his training, he finished training at age eighteen, though he wasn't deployed till the age of nineteen, Glade was first deployed on a Rebel Transport mission, He remembered being transported to the planet, A Sergeant who had a red colored pauldron on looked at Glade, "TK-221 take this detonator, you'll need it, don't waste it or you'll be buyin' me a new one." The Sergeant said handing him a Thermal Detonator, Glade slung it to his belt, The transport touched down on the planet and troopers started loading off, blasters could be heard shooting, the smell of smoke in the air rung clear to the scared stormtrooper, Glade raised his E-11, and began to rush out with his other comrades, rushing into the forested planet and spotting someone, seeing a figure within the distance, he rammed his finger against the trigger pulling down on his trigger, but they never hit. Glade continued to fire until the figure leaped out at him with speeds that he could barely comprehend, "Enemy!" Glade yelled as the figure nearly jumped ontop of him, Glade could now see it, the figure held a ocean blue lightsaber with dirtied robes draped slightly to the floor though they were bunched up, some velvet blotches staining the robes, "Run back to your little transport rat! You won't win this! Forever live the republic!" The figure said, The stormtrooper grimaced, having been taught the jedi were to be killed at all costs or captured, Glade side-stepped the Jedi shoulder bashing her from the side, The figure was thrown off balance though Glade was hit by a unknown force throwing him onto the ground, Glade looked at the Jedi who was still regaining balance, He looked at his belt looking for anything that could help him, Alas! He found the Thermal Detonator that was given to him on the transport, He grabbed it throwing it up in the air near the Jedi, once it got in proximity of the jedi he shot it, the blaster bolt slugging into the ball of destruction, A loud explosion could be heard and a ringing in his ear was evident, The ringing stopped and Glade looked up, The Jedi was on the floor, Glade staggered over to the body and turned it over, the smell of burnt flesh could be smelled through his filter it made him gag, A figure was seen running up from behind him, "ST-2211- What happened here?" The figure asked, "I-This Jedi attacked me and I killed it" He spat out, The figure chuckled, "I'm impressed, a stormtrooper of your caliber taking a Jedi out-..you have my eyes on you.." The officer commented with a snarky grin, Glade soon passing out due to exhaustion.
Glade awoke in a cold sweat and he was in a dark-room lit by a light, infront of him was a table, aswell as a Officer, his epaulets and ribbons marked him as a Ensign, "Well-..ST-221 or whatever your dreadful name is, Im sorry we had to meet in such-..sad times, though Im here to congratulate you on your promotion and reassignment..We have two options for you..special forces and deathtroopers, two lovely ideas for someone talented like you. He said with a sadistic smirk, "Let us see-..you'll be assigned to the 1st Battalion Death-troopers regiment yes?" He asked as Glade nodded solemnly as he got briefed with training dates and bases to report too.
Yesterday he awoke like all the other troopers but today he reported to a different training camp like everyone else, he was to head to Dantooine, he boarded a transport with all of his gear and head off to the base, there he was said to get into his armor and reported to a certain area of the Imperial Outpost, he did as so and when he entered there was a few figures within the camp, donned in the same armament he was in, they wore sleezy helmets that resembled a deathtroopers, he looked to the training instructor who had a clipboard in his hand and looked bored, "Uh-..huh your ta' new trainee huh? Well get to it, I'm jus' here to make sure ya actually do some trainin' instead of layin' around! Now gimme five laps ya damn slugs!" He yelled Glade shakily nodding as he got to it.
Glade worked dreadfully through the next three years, turning his mesomorphic body into something to be proud about, his body becoming a tool over the next oncoming three years, practically shredding any fat that came in contact with the troopers body, sure it didn't happen easily and it was a struggle to do, but getting the hang of it helped and with his advisors around to help, he trained his body to the brink of what a human body could become, being brought to the simulation room he was ready to give his skills a new try, they were going to be trying a 'different' mode on Glade, one he hadn't heard of before, or seen in action, rushing in with his primary he began to look around for enemies, though he was lifted off his feet and thrown against the cold tiling of the simulation room, looking up to see a basic level inquisitor standing before him with a smirk, he scrambled to get up raising his hands up against the sith, grimacing a bit he knew he wouldn't make it out alive. Rushing at the sith and shoulder ramming him both of them ended up on the floor, trying to reach for his saber he failed, the blade ignited dicing his fingers off as the man yelped and howled in pain bringing the end of his elbow down against the siths face breaking his nose. The sith kneed his nether region and Glade grumbled in pain wanting to throw up, if it was a fight to the death, Glade had to kill the sith no matter what, rushing for his active pistol he aimed it but before he could fire a shot off the barrel of the pistol flung off a velvet color sitting at the end, the hum of a lightsaber being on could be heard as he threw the pistol at the sith, tackling him and bringing him into a headlock, the saber tumbling to the ground away from reach as he reached for the saber grabbing it as he held down the struggling sith and impaled him in the back.
A look of surprise were painted on the officers features, the lieutenant grinning in enjoyment as the guards were about to rush to detain though the officer held his hand up leaning down to speak into the intercoms, "Congratulations Glade-..you passed, twas' sloppy but you did your best, bring him to the surgical area, welcome to the team Staff Sergeant." The officer said grinning from ear to ear, knowing becoming a deathtrooper was more of a punishment then a gift.
It was a dreadful day for Glade nonetheless, he was ushered to the surgical center where he was strapped down to the cold and hard table, sedatives rolling against his veins as he was drugged up, the surgery had begun-..there was no going back from here, agonizing moans of pain could be heard from the surgical center, a few hours dwindling down as the surgery went on, the coppery smell of blood wafting throughout the room as soon emerged a new man, a heartless man, a man with one objective and one objective to follow..serve the empire, his sleek black armor and weapons strapped across his back, he was ready to kick ass.
