Gravelrash
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Quote: "So you want your fighter to go faster, do you? First, let's rip out all that armour. It's just deadweight since a man of your talent never gets hit, right? And second just how many of those guns do you actually need? You've only got one pair of hands! Lose at least half, then try her out and if she's still slow then we'll have a look at the power." The Board's earthside activities require many legitimate 'front' operations, and these employ many people who serve the board without even being aware of its existence. One such outfit is the European logistics company Continental Rapid Freight Haulage (trading in the USA as Freight Leasing Executive for Excellence in Trucking). Their dark blue trucks and trains with a bold orange stripe can be seen almost anywhere, and provide excellent cover for 'other' activities, such as an armoured assault to break up a sacrificial sabbat on the summit of the Brocken (Germany), a routine countersatanic operation during a cold, dry autumn. Since privately owned armoured regiments cause unwelcome comment, the strike team was moved into position in covered rail wagons. However, owing to a communications glitch the rostered driver (a boardie undercover) failed to arrive, so the CRFHco (unaware of the "special" circumstances) supervisor went instead. In the ensuing melee he was hit, and since RESPAWN did not recognise him that might have been a sad end to a promising career. Fortunately, he was spotted by the returning strike team, who returned him to the FH for treatment under sedation since he was beyond the help of local medical facilities. He carried no identification so was filed under his only distinguishing mark, namely "gravelrash", the abrasion scars that are the stigmata of the dedicated biker. He recovered quickly from his injuries, too quickly for the anesthetists, and consequently regained consciousness, wandered the FH for a while, and saw FAR TOO MUCH. Since a safe anonymous return was now impossible, he was offered the traditional choice of the Goddess' shilling, or memory erasure by flashy thing. Since he'd seen enough to like the Board's style, and had enough practical skills to make a useful contribution, there could only really be one answer. His love of speed, and relative indifference to firepower (he has some interest in weaponry and militaria, but by board standards is classed as indifferent) meant he was a natural choice for certain tasks where a boardie has to travel fast and light, and weaponry and armour are only excess baggage to slow you down. FLEET have their eye on this youngster, as his apparent enthusiasm and expertise bode well for an overhaul of their convoluted communications systems, but there's always a need for a speed freak somewhere. However "Gravel" does find time for other things, notably bike racing round the edge of the #12 maintenance hangar aboard the FH (the stylish filleted sidewalls make an excellent banked racetrack), and the occasional warthread. Although still adjusting to his new career, he nonetheless feels at home on the FH, and is glad of the chance to contribute to this happy band of brothers in lunacy. |
Height: 5'11"