Grand Shepherd Burtch
Fleet Commander For The Nomadic Peoples Coalition
NAME: Rhob’urt’chistagh
FACTION:
RANK:
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’0
WEIGHT: 200lbs
EYES: A dull, almost brownish red
HAIR: Flat black
SKIN: A lighter blue than most chiss, kind of greyish
FORCE SENSITIVE: Weak, but just strong enough for actual force users to know that he has a place in the galaxy. Sometimes has “instincts” that he can’t explain.
STRENGTHS:
His appearance is less impressive than most chiss. His skin is lighter and greyish, and his eyes are a dull, brownish red. His hair is just flat black and if his hair was any longer than military regulation it would be unruly.
BIOGRAPHY: Born on Csilla, Burtch (Rhob’urt’chistagh) was an underdog right away. Born of the Chistagh family, he was already considered second to his older brother, Dehk’eato’chistagh (Keatoch) whom being 7 years was already being hailed as a prodigy in chiss culture. This was quite significant, as the Chistagh family was already growing in influence and wealth, and people in high places were beginning to watch keatoch with keen interest.
In comparison, Burtch was a considerable disappointment to say the least. His intellectual capacity tested slightly lower than the average chiss, he was unfocused, and his mother was already reluctant to have a second son in the first place. In point of fact, his mother had wanted a daughter to compliment the prize that was her oldest son.
So for the most part, Burtch was cared for, tutored to an obligatory level, raised to praise and worship his older brother, and look after his younger sister (who was born only a year after him). Despite living with siblings that were favourited over him, he loved his brother and sister and was close to both of them as they loved him back. He was more sensitive than a typical chiss, and was often compared to humans.
He was 15 years old when tragedy struck his family. Without warning, authorities of the chiss ascendancy broke into their massive home and apprehended his father without reason and seized all of the Chistagh family assets. They were stripped of their political status and forced into immediate poverty with absolutely no explanation for anything, and no ability to communicate with his father.
For a year, they struggled to make ends meet while their mother slipped into a debilitating depression. Burtch’s sister stayed home to look after their mother while Burtch and Keatoch attempted to make a living in the agriculture industry. With their advanced elite educations, they figured they could make a decent living in administration, but the foremen knew that their family was shamed and chose to keep them under their thumbs for the sakes of their own careers.
His brother Keatoch and his mother finally had enough. As the assumed head of the household, Keatoch decided that himself and Burtch had to join the First order naval academy so they could use officer’s pay to provide for their family. They both left their mother and sister and headed for the closest recruiting centre on Csilla.
After signing up, they hopped straight into a hover bus and were shipped to the nearest spaceport to be sent to the First Order naval academy. Halfway to the spaceport they were attacked by terrorist vigilantes and the bus was bombed, killing most of the new recruits onboard, including Keatoch.
Burtch was later rescued with the rest of the survivors and after he was debriefed, he was miraculously declared fit for training still and was then shipped to the academy.
After everything he’d been through, he found it was easy to find comfort in the regimented lifestyle in the First Order navy. He found his focus in his routine and lost himself in his studies. Many training officers would take notice of his race and dedication and were hopeful that he would become another Thrawn. When they found that his intellect was less than impressive, however, many of them were disappointed lost interest quickly. A few thought maybe his exceptional motivation might be worth something on its own and he was given a few meager chances to prove himself, but most of his support came from classmates and peers. Some that supported him admired him, but most were motivated by naval politics. It became common for students to use him as a comparison for the training officers. Like, if they can beat a chiss, then they were something special in the eyes of their trainers. They even went as far as to make him look good sometimes just so they could look better when they outpaced him. Ironically, each peer that did this for small contests to beat him made him look good as a whole as he accumulated a lot of “second place” ratings from a lot of classmates.
Burtch didn’t care about any of that. He was already sending what little money he was making back for his sister to manage, and his studies became his whole world even though he was aware of the machinations of his fellow students. On top of that, he took a special interest in hand-to-hand combat training. He was never the best at it, not even by a long shot. But the physical exertion was therapeutic to him and he even entered into navy tournaments. He never placed, but he didn’t really care about that.
He was far from the top of his class when he graduated, but he had acquired a huge collection of remarks and notes on his personal file that were favourable from all the peers and instructors that underestimated him, which earned him a bridge officer position on a Light Cruiser. He shadowed the old navigator (who was nearing retirement) for a while and was quickly promoted to lieutenant junior grade when the old man retired and took his place.
As a lacklustre chiss in the First Order navy, his chances to distinguish himself were rather limited. But there were a few odd times when he was able to conn the ship, and one of those times his instincts (weak force sensitivity) told him to alter the course of the cruiser to avoid some minor debris while they were on a standard patrol. The debris had in fact been a derelict minefield, apparently from the galactic civil war, and would have demolished the old cruiser. Only the officers that were on the bridge that day knew that he had saved their lives, and none of them dared to acknowledge him for it because of his species.
Being a navigator, he began to hone his instincts when plotting jumps and courses and his talents were beginning to be noticed by the brass that he answered to. His exemplary performance as a good officer and his diligence in maintaining his own studies and training gave pause to the top staff on the ship because of his species and lack of connections. They couldn’t have a non-human showing them up.
Since his performance as an officer was impeccable, the only way they could get rid of him was to fill his personal file with off-beat commendations and compliments that made him look like he wasn’t a good fit for the culture on that ship, but deserved advancement somewhere else. His captain then recommended to him to put in for a transfer to the logistical navigation side of First Order Navy. So Burtch struck for channel piloting.
When his application was accepted, he was constantly transferred all over the First Order Empire. He moved between black hole stations, asteroid belts, nebula stations, moon infested gas giants etc. As a channel pilot, he was promoted to a full lieutenant, and he got to fly an impressive range of different ships, from small tankers to massive Resergent class destroyers. As he honed these skills, his “instincts” became more intuitive to conning huge vessels.
He also started to make a wide range of friends. Being moved to different bridges of many ships, he was always impressing First Order Brass with his skills as a pilot. He was even able to take ships off the marked channels and shave time and fuel consumption off for captains that treated him well and he never took bribes. Sometimes, even common passengers would come up to the bridge if they were allowed just to watch him work. Many times, pirates would attempt to attack whatever ships went through, and he handled every situation, cool as a meluron. He was gaining a decent reputation.
For 10 years, he was practically a career channel pilot for the First Order navy. Every time he was moved to a different station, he was given a small staff and had sporadic leave time whenever traffic was low. Since he was now a full lieutenant, he was able to send his family a decent amount of money and he even tried his hand at dating when he was stationed at larger stations. Dating never really held his focus however. He preferred to keep up with his own training regime and studying in his spare time for the most part. He never bothered to visit home however. The few messages he received from his sister suggested that his mother couldn’t psychologically handle seeing her only remaining son, and his sister was not able to entertain a guest it seemed. The money he sent them was out of obligation, and the navy was his whole life now.
Then, one day when he was piloting a private cruiser for a wealthy minister of the First Order in the Red Nebula, a squadron of pirate freighters jumped the ship and attempted to disable it for boarding. The bridge took some serious hits right away and killed or incapacitated almost all the officers on board. By some stroke of luck, Burtch was suddenly the ranking officer on board and he had to get everyone to safety.
Something awakened within him. Something about how aggressively these pirates were attacking. He had seen action before, but this was different, and he knew that he had to be different himself somehow. Suddenly, deep down he transformed from a mediocre naval officer into something else. A primal will to win and kill. Ambition. Drive. Pride. Focus. Hunger. He was alive for the time and he knew it.
In an instant, he was strategizing, calculating, weighing his options. He took command of the ship and ordered the crew to make their stand. He then tapped into his well-honed instincts and dove his ship off the official channels and began the craziest flight of his life. He plowed the minister’s cruiser through maelstroms and debris fields, with tendrils of acid and lightning clawing away at its hull. The minister came up to the bridge, begging Lieutenant Burtch to slow down and surrender, sure that they would all die from his wreck less flying.
But the pirates were simply no match for Burtch’s skill as a channel pilot. Most of the freighters were torn apart by the nebula and its storms as the cruiser was slowly being ripped apart itself. When the cruiser was on its last legs, it seemed as though a clear channel appeared in front of the ship at Burtch’s will. The cruiser, reduced to a drifting life raft, drifted to a stop with one lone battered pirate freighter right behind her, both ships main engines were completely wrecked. The pirate freighter, still determined to board the cruiser, maneuvered to the cruisers docking hatch and emptied their few remaining crew into the minister’s ship to fetch their prize.
Driven by duty and his newfound sense of purpose, Burtch lead his own crew in a spirited defence to the last man. The battle was long and desperate. Blasters were fired until they were totally spent, and it turned into a mindless, exhausted melee. Both crews fought relentlessly, dying one by one, Lieutenant Burtch’s crew losing ground, but killing the pirates in return. Finally, they were pushed all the way back to the bridge where the minister was hiding under a console. Burtch’s last crewman had been bashed in his head and was staring lifeless at the ceiling, never blinking. Burtch was covered in bruises, deep cuts, burns, his left hand had broken bones and his right eye was swollen shut. He stood before the last 3 remaining pirates and could barely stay on his feet. He had lost his latest weapon and was completely unarmed. The 3 remaining pirates were equally beaten and bruised, and didn’t even possess the strength to carry any weapons themselves anymore.
The one pirate stepped forward and made Burtch an offer. They would let him live, pay him, and tell him information about his own father if he just let them take the minister.
The offer caught Burtch completely off guard. He had not even a single clue as to why his family had been ruined for the last 15 years, and these people knew something. He stood there, trying to keep his body from shaking and going into shock. He considered it for a while with deafening silence between them all. The minister was panting behind him.
Burtch then glared up at the 3 attackers with conviction in his eyes. Rage filled his throat and poured through his gritted teeth “I am an officer of the First Order, and I owe everything to the navy!” and without any more hesitation, he dove at the three men, fighting with total abandon.
He woke up in a hospital station several days later with no memory of how the fight had ended or how he got there. No one answered any of his questions and he was stuck recovering there for a week, bored and confused. Eventually, a man in a commodore uniform briskly walked into his room, saluted him, and dropped a packet on his cot without a word and just stood there.
Burtch quickly returned the salute and opened the packet while the commodore watched. He dumped the contents on his lap and saw a lieutenant commander’s insignia and a small stack of papers. A quick glimpse at the papers revealed that he was being transferred to a Guardian Corvette name Lord Phonyx.
The commodore then said “your new command, lieutenant commander Burtch.”
“I never striked for ship command, sir” Burtch frowned.
“Are you refusing?” The Commodore asked, his tone suggesting that this conversation was already almost over.
Burtch said nothing but just stared at the man. There was nothing but silence between them for a moment or two. Then, firmly without saying anything, he saluted the man once again and the salute was returned.
••••••
RECENT HISTORY:
As a result of a defeat in an engagement between his corvette and an Elysium Empire Star Destroyer, Burtch was captured and interrogated. During interrogation, Burtch discovered that his brother,
Keatoch
was still alive and serving with the Elysium Empire. That, combined with the tragic destruction of Csilla, Burtch was compelled to join the Elysium Empire and help avenge his family. With the fall of the First Order, many of his old crew also chose to follow him into the new service, bringing much needed professional navy tradition to the Elysium Empire.
To prove his loyalty to the new empire, Burtch chose to invest all his savings - which
Keatoch
recovered for him - into the MandalArms Corporation. There, he met
Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
and made friends.
From there, Burtch and his new ship, HMS Shii-Cho have continued to serve the Elysium Empire in a wide range of battles from cargo escorts, pirate hunting, and overthrowing tyrants. Burtch quickly raised through the ranks and went back to the academy to train new officers and improve the navy’s collective professional abilities. When he was done getting the academy in order, he returned to his ship, which he was beginning to form a Force Bond with.
His contributions and experience with the navy, combined with his connection to Admiral
Keatoch
, made him the prime candidate for the rank of Grand Admiral of the Elysium Empire Navy.
PREVIOUS SHIP: Guardian Patrol corvette, Lord Phonyx
Current Assigned Ship Command
KILLS: None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None
REDACTED INFORMATION FROM PERSONAL FIRST ORDER SERVICE RECORD Rhob’urt’chistagh:
FACTION:
RANK:
- Inperium Rank: Grand Admiral
- Navis Sacra Rank: Grand Shepherd
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’0
WEIGHT: 200lbs
EYES: A dull, almost brownish red
HAIR: Flat black
SKIN: A lighter blue than most chiss, kind of greyish
FORCE SENSITIVE: Weak, but just strong enough for actual force users to know that he has a place in the galaxy. Sometimes has “instincts” that he can’t explain.
STRENGTHS:
- Focused and motivated. He studies, reads, trains, and drills himself every day in his free time. He is very critical of himself.
- Idealistic. Is entirely loyal and focused on duty to a fault. His service in the navy is more principled than political.
- Skilled Melee Combat. In addition to his highly regimented physical training and studying, he takes a special interest in martial arts.
- Inspiringly Humble. Has a nack making friends in unlikely places, due to his hard dedication, and surprising humility.
- Underwhelming intellect. Is actually pretty dumb for a chiss, and rather average for a human. People often expect him to “connect the dots” more so than he does. He tries to train and study excessively to mitigate this shortcoming.
- Low Self Esteem. Because he comes from a culture that makes him feel like a lesser person, he struggles to not let his mistakes get to him.
- Reserved. Being more sensitive than most chiss, he tries to keep his feelings to himself.
- Irritable. Doesn’t lose control of his temper very often, but annoyance shows often in his tone if he doesn’t like what someone is doing or saying
His appearance is less impressive than most chiss. His skin is lighter and greyish, and his eyes are a dull, brownish red. His hair is just flat black and if his hair was any longer than military regulation it would be unruly.
BIOGRAPHY: Born on Csilla, Burtch (Rhob’urt’chistagh) was an underdog right away. Born of the Chistagh family, he was already considered second to his older brother, Dehk’eato’chistagh (Keatoch) whom being 7 years was already being hailed as a prodigy in chiss culture. This was quite significant, as the Chistagh family was already growing in influence and wealth, and people in high places were beginning to watch keatoch with keen interest.
In comparison, Burtch was a considerable disappointment to say the least. His intellectual capacity tested slightly lower than the average chiss, he was unfocused, and his mother was already reluctant to have a second son in the first place. In point of fact, his mother had wanted a daughter to compliment the prize that was her oldest son.
So for the most part, Burtch was cared for, tutored to an obligatory level, raised to praise and worship his older brother, and look after his younger sister (who was born only a year after him). Despite living with siblings that were favourited over him, he loved his brother and sister and was close to both of them as they loved him back. He was more sensitive than a typical chiss, and was often compared to humans.
He was 15 years old when tragedy struck his family. Without warning, authorities of the chiss ascendancy broke into their massive home and apprehended his father without reason and seized all of the Chistagh family assets. They were stripped of their political status and forced into immediate poverty with absolutely no explanation for anything, and no ability to communicate with his father.
For a year, they struggled to make ends meet while their mother slipped into a debilitating depression. Burtch’s sister stayed home to look after their mother while Burtch and Keatoch attempted to make a living in the agriculture industry. With their advanced elite educations, they figured they could make a decent living in administration, but the foremen knew that their family was shamed and chose to keep them under their thumbs for the sakes of their own careers.
His brother Keatoch and his mother finally had enough. As the assumed head of the household, Keatoch decided that himself and Burtch had to join the First order naval academy so they could use officer’s pay to provide for their family. They both left their mother and sister and headed for the closest recruiting centre on Csilla.
After signing up, they hopped straight into a hover bus and were shipped to the nearest spaceport to be sent to the First Order naval academy. Halfway to the spaceport they were attacked by terrorist vigilantes and the bus was bombed, killing most of the new recruits onboard, including Keatoch.
Burtch was later rescued with the rest of the survivors and after he was debriefed, he was miraculously declared fit for training still and was then shipped to the academy.
After everything he’d been through, he found it was easy to find comfort in the regimented lifestyle in the First Order navy. He found his focus in his routine and lost himself in his studies. Many training officers would take notice of his race and dedication and were hopeful that he would become another Thrawn. When they found that his intellect was less than impressive, however, many of them were disappointed lost interest quickly. A few thought maybe his exceptional motivation might be worth something on its own and he was given a few meager chances to prove himself, but most of his support came from classmates and peers. Some that supported him admired him, but most were motivated by naval politics. It became common for students to use him as a comparison for the training officers. Like, if they can beat a chiss, then they were something special in the eyes of their trainers. They even went as far as to make him look good sometimes just so they could look better when they outpaced him. Ironically, each peer that did this for small contests to beat him made him look good as a whole as he accumulated a lot of “second place” ratings from a lot of classmates.
Burtch didn’t care about any of that. He was already sending what little money he was making back for his sister to manage, and his studies became his whole world even though he was aware of the machinations of his fellow students. On top of that, he took a special interest in hand-to-hand combat training. He was never the best at it, not even by a long shot. But the physical exertion was therapeutic to him and he even entered into navy tournaments. He never placed, but he didn’t really care about that.
He was far from the top of his class when he graduated, but he had acquired a huge collection of remarks and notes on his personal file that were favourable from all the peers and instructors that underestimated him, which earned him a bridge officer position on a Light Cruiser. He shadowed the old navigator (who was nearing retirement) for a while and was quickly promoted to lieutenant junior grade when the old man retired and took his place.
As a lacklustre chiss in the First Order navy, his chances to distinguish himself were rather limited. But there were a few odd times when he was able to conn the ship, and one of those times his instincts (weak force sensitivity) told him to alter the course of the cruiser to avoid some minor debris while they were on a standard patrol. The debris had in fact been a derelict minefield, apparently from the galactic civil war, and would have demolished the old cruiser. Only the officers that were on the bridge that day knew that he had saved their lives, and none of them dared to acknowledge him for it because of his species.
Being a navigator, he began to hone his instincts when plotting jumps and courses and his talents were beginning to be noticed by the brass that he answered to. His exemplary performance as a good officer and his diligence in maintaining his own studies and training gave pause to the top staff on the ship because of his species and lack of connections. They couldn’t have a non-human showing them up.
Since his performance as an officer was impeccable, the only way they could get rid of him was to fill his personal file with off-beat commendations and compliments that made him look like he wasn’t a good fit for the culture on that ship, but deserved advancement somewhere else. His captain then recommended to him to put in for a transfer to the logistical navigation side of First Order Navy. So Burtch struck for channel piloting.
When his application was accepted, he was constantly transferred all over the First Order Empire. He moved between black hole stations, asteroid belts, nebula stations, moon infested gas giants etc. As a channel pilot, he was promoted to a full lieutenant, and he got to fly an impressive range of different ships, from small tankers to massive Resergent class destroyers. As he honed these skills, his “instincts” became more intuitive to conning huge vessels.
He also started to make a wide range of friends. Being moved to different bridges of many ships, he was always impressing First Order Brass with his skills as a pilot. He was even able to take ships off the marked channels and shave time and fuel consumption off for captains that treated him well and he never took bribes. Sometimes, even common passengers would come up to the bridge if they were allowed just to watch him work. Many times, pirates would attempt to attack whatever ships went through, and he handled every situation, cool as a meluron. He was gaining a decent reputation.
For 10 years, he was practically a career channel pilot for the First Order navy. Every time he was moved to a different station, he was given a small staff and had sporadic leave time whenever traffic was low. Since he was now a full lieutenant, he was able to send his family a decent amount of money and he even tried his hand at dating when he was stationed at larger stations. Dating never really held his focus however. He preferred to keep up with his own training regime and studying in his spare time for the most part. He never bothered to visit home however. The few messages he received from his sister suggested that his mother couldn’t psychologically handle seeing her only remaining son, and his sister was not able to entertain a guest it seemed. The money he sent them was out of obligation, and the navy was his whole life now.
Then, one day when he was piloting a private cruiser for a wealthy minister of the First Order in the Red Nebula, a squadron of pirate freighters jumped the ship and attempted to disable it for boarding. The bridge took some serious hits right away and killed or incapacitated almost all the officers on board. By some stroke of luck, Burtch was suddenly the ranking officer on board and he had to get everyone to safety.
Something awakened within him. Something about how aggressively these pirates were attacking. He had seen action before, but this was different, and he knew that he had to be different himself somehow. Suddenly, deep down he transformed from a mediocre naval officer into something else. A primal will to win and kill. Ambition. Drive. Pride. Focus. Hunger. He was alive for the time and he knew it.
In an instant, he was strategizing, calculating, weighing his options. He took command of the ship and ordered the crew to make their stand. He then tapped into his well-honed instincts and dove his ship off the official channels and began the craziest flight of his life. He plowed the minister’s cruiser through maelstroms and debris fields, with tendrils of acid and lightning clawing away at its hull. The minister came up to the bridge, begging Lieutenant Burtch to slow down and surrender, sure that they would all die from his wreck less flying.
But the pirates were simply no match for Burtch’s skill as a channel pilot. Most of the freighters were torn apart by the nebula and its storms as the cruiser was slowly being ripped apart itself. When the cruiser was on its last legs, it seemed as though a clear channel appeared in front of the ship at Burtch’s will. The cruiser, reduced to a drifting life raft, drifted to a stop with one lone battered pirate freighter right behind her, both ships main engines were completely wrecked. The pirate freighter, still determined to board the cruiser, maneuvered to the cruisers docking hatch and emptied their few remaining crew into the minister’s ship to fetch their prize.
Driven by duty and his newfound sense of purpose, Burtch lead his own crew in a spirited defence to the last man. The battle was long and desperate. Blasters were fired until they were totally spent, and it turned into a mindless, exhausted melee. Both crews fought relentlessly, dying one by one, Lieutenant Burtch’s crew losing ground, but killing the pirates in return. Finally, they were pushed all the way back to the bridge where the minister was hiding under a console. Burtch’s last crewman had been bashed in his head and was staring lifeless at the ceiling, never blinking. Burtch was covered in bruises, deep cuts, burns, his left hand had broken bones and his right eye was swollen shut. He stood before the last 3 remaining pirates and could barely stay on his feet. He had lost his latest weapon and was completely unarmed. The 3 remaining pirates were equally beaten and bruised, and didn’t even possess the strength to carry any weapons themselves anymore.
The one pirate stepped forward and made Burtch an offer. They would let him live, pay him, and tell him information about his own father if he just let them take the minister.
The offer caught Burtch completely off guard. He had not even a single clue as to why his family had been ruined for the last 15 years, and these people knew something. He stood there, trying to keep his body from shaking and going into shock. He considered it for a while with deafening silence between them all. The minister was panting behind him.
Burtch then glared up at the 3 attackers with conviction in his eyes. Rage filled his throat and poured through his gritted teeth “I am an officer of the First Order, and I owe everything to the navy!” and without any more hesitation, he dove at the three men, fighting with total abandon.
He woke up in a hospital station several days later with no memory of how the fight had ended or how he got there. No one answered any of his questions and he was stuck recovering there for a week, bored and confused. Eventually, a man in a commodore uniform briskly walked into his room, saluted him, and dropped a packet on his cot without a word and just stood there.
Burtch quickly returned the salute and opened the packet while the commodore watched. He dumped the contents on his lap and saw a lieutenant commander’s insignia and a small stack of papers. A quick glimpse at the papers revealed that he was being transferred to a Guardian Corvette name Lord Phonyx.
The commodore then said “your new command, lieutenant commander Burtch.”
“I never striked for ship command, sir” Burtch frowned.
“Are you refusing?” The Commodore asked, his tone suggesting that this conversation was already almost over.
Burtch said nothing but just stared at the man. There was nothing but silence between them for a moment or two. Then, firmly without saying anything, he saluted the man once again and the salute was returned.
••••••
RECENT HISTORY:
As a result of a defeat in an engagement between his corvette and an Elysium Empire Star Destroyer, Burtch was captured and interrogated. During interrogation, Burtch discovered that his brother,
Keatoch
was still alive and serving with the Elysium Empire. That, combined with the tragic destruction of Csilla, Burtch was compelled to join the Elysium Empire and help avenge his family. With the fall of the First Order, many of his old crew also chose to follow him into the new service, bringing much needed professional navy tradition to the Elysium Empire.To prove his loyalty to the new empire, Burtch chose to invest all his savings - which
Keatoch
recovered for him - into the MandalArms Corporation. There, he met
Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
and made friends.From there, Burtch and his new ship, HMS Shii-Cho have continued to serve the Elysium Empire in a wide range of battles from cargo escorts, pirate hunting, and overthrowing tyrants. Burtch quickly raised through the ranks and went back to the academy to train new officers and improve the navy’s collective professional abilities. When he was done getting the academy in order, he returned to his ship, which he was beginning to form a Force Bond with.
His contributions and experience with the navy, combined with his connection to Admiral
Keatoch
, made him the prime candidate for the rank of Grand Admiral of the Elysium Empire Navy.PREVIOUS SHIP: Guardian Patrol corvette, Lord Phonyx
SHIP INFORMATION: One of the oldest Guardian patrol corvettes in the fleet, Lord Phonyx has seen a lot of action on the sidelines, but is rarely seen at the forefront of First Order Naval actions. No one really pays much attention to her actions and she often comes and goes from places within the empire without making much of a scene.
Lord Phonyx was named after a politician who died heroically somehow for the good of the First Order. Beyond that, no one really knows what the person, Lord Phonyx, was really known for.
Just months prior to LCDR Burtch taking her command, she had seen a horrible action where all her fighters were lost and her crew almost completely dead. She was found adrift, very few survivors aboard, surrounded by dead enemy and First Order ships and was salvaged with many months of repairs. She is old with many quirks and her crew is now mostly new and unfamiliar with her.
When the ship was captured by the Elysium Empire, it was damaged beyond serviceability. It’s still in the possession of the Elysium Empire, but the empire is not properly tooled up to repair that particular model of warship, so it remains in storage, unusable.
Lord Phonyx was named after a politician who died heroically somehow for the good of the First Order. Beyond that, no one really knows what the person, Lord Phonyx, was really known for.
Just months prior to LCDR Burtch taking her command, she had seen a horrible action where all her fighters were lost and her crew almost completely dead. She was found adrift, very few survivors aboard, surrounded by dead enemy and First Order ships and was salvaged with many months of repairs. She is old with many quirks and her crew is now mostly new and unfamiliar with her.
When the ship was captured by the Elysium Empire, it was damaged beyond serviceability. It’s still in the possession of the Elysium Empire, but the empire is not properly tooled up to repair that particular model of warship, so it remains in storage, unusable.
Current Assigned Ship Command
Shii-Cho was one of the oldest Makashi Class Light Cruisers in the Elysium Empire and was one of the most prestigious service records in the entire navy. It has seen a lot of action and is well known for being at the forefront of most Imperial engagements to date. This, in spite of the fact that it was a mere light cruiser in a galaxy full of behemoth battle cruisers and dreadnoughts.
Since then, Shii-Cho has undergone an ascension from a light cruiser to a medium star destroyer (or from a Lordship to an Ophanim in the eyes of the Navis Sacra Religion.) Shii-Cho is now an Ophanim Guard Class Star Destroyer
Since then, Shii-Cho has undergone an ascension from a light cruiser to a medium star destroyer (or from a Lordship to an Ophanim in the eyes of the Navis Sacra Religion.) Shii-Cho is now an Ophanim Guard Class Star Destroyer
KILLS: None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None
REDACTED INFORMATION FROM PERSONAL FIRST ORDER SERVICE RECORD Rhob’urt’chistagh:
- Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh’s father, Blar’ola’chistagh, was revealed to have incriminating information regarding Chiss Ascendancy ties to the First Order and was planning to give that information to the Republic. He was reported by Rhob’urt’chistagh’s Mother, Caran’essa’chistagh. Blar’ola’chistagh was immediately detained and executed discretely for treason. Chistagh family assets stripped as a consequence for Caran’essa’chistagh’s decision to carelessly marry a potential threat to the First Order and the Chiss ascendancy. The family has not been informed of Blar’ola’chistagh’s execution.
- 1 year later, Minister Torbin Kayge sends to Caran’essa’chistagh that she is to send her 2 sons to join the navy so that they can be “more closely watched”. Caran’essa’chistagh attempts to have the two sons recovered and taken off world by insurgents. The insurgents are insufficient and have one the the sons accidentally killed. The other son is taken to the academy for “safe keeping” while Caran’essa’chistagh is detained along with her daughter, Saral’erae’chistagh. The two females are permitted to maintain correspondence with Rhob’urt’chistagh as long as they maintain the fiction that they are fine and not incarcerated. Communications are closely monitored. Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh appears to remain ignorant of his family’s incarceration and keeps sending money to their estate, which is otherwise inaccessible for withdrawal. Subject will be used as leverage against the mother.
- Special note subject Rhob’urt’chistagh was detected by Force capable agents to have small but noticeable Force sensitivity when he was at the recruitment centre. Agents state that this asset must be considered on a separate basis from the Blar’ola’chistagh incident.
- Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh appears to be an exemplary naval cadet despite personal setbacks. Agents have instructed to make Cadet Rhob’urt’chistagh’s more challenging by any means necessary, but to not make his training impossible. Force capable agents have taken an interest in the subject’s progress and express an interest in testing the subjects resolve. Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh is to be monitored closely.
- Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh has scored well despite challenges and has earned the respect of his peers despite the meddlings of the instructors, as per agents instruction. Force capable agents recommended subject for a posting with much potential for growth.
- Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh’s mother and sister have escaped incarceration and are untraceable. Subject is to be moved to a remote posting and to keep from being contacted by his family. Subject appears to not be fitting well with his environment anyways. Agents to be sent periodically under cover to keep tabs on subject. A proxy will be assigned by a Force capable agent to maintain the facade of his family’s correspondence.
- Ten years after their escape, the subject’s mother and sister have been located amongst insurgents. Caran’essa’chistagh and Saral’erae’chistagh to be executed immediately. Minister Torbin Kayge and his fellow Force capable agents to orchestrate a test of subject Rhob’urt’chistagh’s loyalty and ability.
- Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh has shown sufficient skill, motivation, and loyalty in his test but was rendered unconscious in action. Minister Torbin Kayge was required to rescue the subject using his Force capabilities and call in assistance. Subject Rhob’urt’chistagh is rated capable of a command of his own and will be assigned to Guardian Patrol Corvette Lord Phonyx. Further testing of subject to come.
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