Thalass T'Kynn
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Quote: "No, Officer, I don't know what happened to that civilian convoy. The vessel they described was just like mine? Coincidence, I assure you. Those scorch marks on the SM2? Training exercises, trust me. Uh... No, you can't have a look in the cargo hold." *flees* This Boardie was somewhat normal (for a given value of "normal") when he first arrived in the Boardieverse. Slowly, though, his background came to light and he was exposed as the swindling trader and occasional pirate that he truly was. He was born on a planet named Pryea, in the small town of Bridgetown, several days ride southwest of the capital, Newcandabra - "ride" because, until about five years before Thalass' birth, the only transportation was the local form of horse. The young boy was raised by his uncle Rohan, a trader who supplied the local rebel effort on the sly. At the age of sixteen he joined the fledgling Pryean Space Forces as a fighter pilot, and throughout the first few years of his career he defended the new orbital stations and their freighters from pirates who managed to set their own base up somewhere nearby the planet. He earned a reputation with both pirates and his peers as a crack shot and a reckless yet highly skilled fighter jock. After much effort and tax-dodging, he gained himself a powerful interstellar trading trading vessel and set off to make his fortune. Shortly therafter, his sources discovered heavily classified information regarding a "jump drive" supposedly capable of travelling between universes. Eventually Thalass managed to buy his way into the jumpdrive project as a test pilot - on his third jump attempt the device worked...sort of. Instead of orbiting Pryea he found himself in a decaying orbit around a different blue/green planet in his now-crippled vessel. Having no other choice he abandoned ship and found himself nose to nose with a very large space station... He now resides aboard the Funky Horror with his wife, Mellie, and spends most of his time managing a small assortment of trading stations and defence vessels. He frequently spends weeks at a time in his home universe with no boardie contact at all, though most of his time is spent in the Boardieverse. He is yet to openly return to his home planet, both because he would be expected to tell his superiors everything (and he now is in command of a much more powerful fleet than his home planet could field when he departed) and because he still has five years to go on his enlistment. He has, however, taken advantage of some cloaking systems to check on his people and send a few messages. He keeps the destination, and even the precise location (though he wouldn't be surprised if someone had detected it by now) of the gate rather secret, as one or two of FLEET's personnel would take particular interest in the activities of his friends on the far side of the gate. Many of them cannot set aside their inbuilt hatred of rogues and pirates. |
Height: 6`1"/183cm