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Height: 6`1"/185cm
Age: 147
Formal Affiliation(s): FLEET Intelligence
Aliases/Nicknames: JustBob, JB
Quote: "The Final War, whatever it might
be, could start with one single remark from Joe to any FLEET officer.
'Your world is next.' The fear that we'll hear that is all the
justification we need for our attitudes. It's one thing the Board at
large cannot understand. We have seen the 'big picture,' and the idea
of their war on Earth spreading to all the other worlds out there
is...unacceptable. Is it any surprise that we're willing to write off
one planet simply to contain Him? They've experienced what occurs when
a disorganized rabble tries to fight against the Legions of Darkness.
Total, complete slaughter. Single heroes cannot stand against armies,
and yet, they refuse to submit to common sense and military logic. They
insist on their individualism, which will only lead to their eventual
defeat. And when the Final War comes, it is FLEET that will bear the
brunt of the casualties, because we are the only organized force that
even has a hope of resisting the onslaught of darkness."
Tight-lipped, taciturn to the point
of brooding, and over 95% cybernetic, relatively little is known about
"Bob. Just...Bob" before he joined the Board. He holds the rank of
commodore in the Royal Dominion Alliance Navy, the military force of a
distant and powerful interstellar empire with its eyes on the Earth.
His flagship, the RDANS Insidious, was diverted to Board/Earth
by a hyperspace distortion of unprecedented magnitude. After resuming
nominal contact with Dominion Alliance assets, the Insidious
was tasked to remain in-situ and provide early-warning and
rapid-response abilities to the relatively distant Alliance.
Arriving not long after the disastrous Battle of
Mohaborad, and following 'diplomatic negotiations' with the remnants of
the Board's command and control assets, Bob found himself the only
person equipped well enough to take over the reins of Board military
power and provide gunship diplomacy. Such a high-impact, high-firepower
role in reasserting Board control (to say nothing of rebuilding Board
assets) lead to what the Commodore describes as 'a rapid deterioration
of relations' between himself and the older, most traditional
Boardies...and sparked the ongoing rift and quiet distrust between the
Board and what would later become FLEET, supposedly culminating in a
curt offer to bomb Earth back into the Stone Age to 'suit such quaint,
primitive, and totally outdated cult-of-the-warrior worship.'
It was in this standoff that Admiral Loweko arrived with
his Confederation of Sentient Life flotilla. Realizing that resolving
the status quo in a manner favorable to the major galactic powers would
require cooperation, the two officers formed the impromptu alliance
that would later become known as FLEET. With the more politically-savvy
Admiral Loweko assuming the position of Supreme Commander, the Board's
issues with the Commodore were rapidly quashed as FLEET grew in power
and began to get results. Kilgore assumed a background position, taking
control of the FLEET Intelligence Directorate and maintaining a
relative low profile outside major FLEET combat actions. Neither flag
officer has ever quite suppressed rumors of less polite methods of
silencing their critics, nor are they willing to.
Following the death of the previous incumbent and with
the flood of advanced technology into the Board making the post
urgently in need of a FLEET holder anyway, Kilgore also assumed the
role of commander of the Board's black-ops corps, rolling
both agencies into the Directorate of Intelligence and Operations. This
single command is responsible for all military intelligence and black
operations aspects of FLEET, in addition to maintaining a standing
force ready to engage the enemy in all aspects of combat. He and his
personnel are FLEET's hatchet-men, sent in by the Admiral when violence
or intimidation is not only expected, but manifestly the preferred or
only practical option.
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