Commander Lusk
Character
Reclamation
Reclamation a verb, it means a process regain something that was lost, borrowed, or even stolen. And that is where one story ends and another begins, what was stolen would be taken back from the galactic empire. What it was, well it was a life. But not any life it was the life of Trace Rolland, Jedi padawan. Taken from the Jedi and from everything he knew to be tortured, experimented on, and crafted to become the galaxies perfect warrior. Through augmentation he became faster, stronger, and smarter. Without knowledge of who he was a fortune teller told him who he was. But Rolland needed proof of that he couldn't be a Jedi, he had no memory of it, but he had no memory of anything until he woke up on an operating table screaming. So here begins our Reclamation, the fight to realize who Rolland truly was.
Walking into the front office of the republic data records, Now known only as Rolland CZ M1 002 the hulking four hundred plus pound seven foot tall and coated from head to toe in armor stood in the lobby of the building. "I need access to the Jedi files." he said in a cold lifeless voice to the secretary. "Now." Though the woman didn't share his enthusiasm and upon being told to get out he didn't take it as well as he should have. Taking the desk in front of him the man lifted it and threw it out of the window. As soon as his outburst past a few republic guards came to try and restrain the man, as little help as they were Rolland took them down with little effort sparing their lives. For any republic forces in the area he would prove to be a deadly foe.
@[member="Brenna Kardur"]
Reclamation a verb, it means a process regain something that was lost, borrowed, or even stolen. And that is where one story ends and another begins, what was stolen would be taken back from the galactic empire. What it was, well it was a life. But not any life it was the life of Trace Rolland, Jedi padawan. Taken from the Jedi and from everything he knew to be tortured, experimented on, and crafted to become the galaxies perfect warrior. Through augmentation he became faster, stronger, and smarter. Without knowledge of who he was a fortune teller told him who he was. But Rolland needed proof of that he couldn't be a Jedi, he had no memory of it, but he had no memory of anything until he woke up on an operating table screaming. So here begins our Reclamation, the fight to realize who Rolland truly was.
Walking into the front office of the republic data records, Now known only as Rolland CZ M1 002 the hulking four hundred plus pound seven foot tall and coated from head to toe in armor stood in the lobby of the building. "I need access to the Jedi files." he said in a cold lifeless voice to the secretary. "Now." Though the woman didn't share his enthusiasm and upon being told to get out he didn't take it as well as he should have. Taking the desk in front of him the man lifted it and threw it out of the window. As soon as his outburst past a few republic guards came to try and restrain the man, as little help as they were Rolland took them down with little effort sparing their lives. For any republic forces in the area he would prove to be a deadly foe.
@[member="Brenna Kardur"]