Lucky Domici
Lutu "Lucky" Domici
Sector Navy, Engineering Branch, 5 terms
Term 1 Basic Training, New Contact (Life Event), Advance E1 (Mech 1), Skill +1 Dex
Term 2 Notable Military Engagement (Eng), Advance E2 (Vacc S 1), Skill Gunner
Term 3 Foil Crime (Enemy), Advance E3, Skill Eng
Term 4 Foil Crime (Enemy), Advance E4 (+1 End), Skill Eng
Term 5 Notable Military Engagement (Eng), Advance E5, Skill Mechanic
Mustering out: TAS, 6 Ship Shares
Stats
Str 7
Dex A
End A
Int E
Edu 6
Soc 7
Background Skills, Industrial world
Skills
Driver (Wheeled) 0
Eng (M Drive) 1
Eng (J Drive) 1
Eng (Electronics) 1
Eng (Life Support) 1
Eng (Power) 1
Gun Cbt (Energy Rifles) 1
Gunner (Turret)1
Investigate 1
Mechanic 3
Pilot (Small Craft) 0
Trade (Machinist) 0
Vacc Suit 1
Zero G 1
Gear:
HEV Vacc suit, extended life support. Basic machine tools and hand welder.
Notes:
Have cleaned up the page, sorted and added the three extra skills (Mechanic +1, Eng (LIfe Support) 1, Investigate 1). Aurvandil's idea about helping foil crimes is interesting. Maybe his first term contact was someone in NCIS who needed a pragmatic mind to look at something? He's been called back in a few times. Lucky is above reproach morally, though he struggles with the pain of lost friends and can easily wind up inside a bottle.
Backstory:
"That makes six, Lord." Lucky's basso profundo calmly intoned. The fear would come later. Teamed with despair. But not right yet.
"Lucky here", gasp, "Harker. Adrift." gasp "Copy?" Shreds of the Beetle drifted around him as he heard Harker's voice calling for survivors. Lucky gasped for air as a half meter section of the port level emitter tube number four remained impaled in his suit. As Lucky's head cleared he saw why Harker didn't respond. The emitter tube had been stopped by his comm unit.
"Well, Lord, it has been worse." Lucky prayed for a moment to clear his head and let the training kick in. "Suit integrity: acceptable." Lucky had argued about putting too much detail in the check system. After the third time adrift he had won them over. "Life support: good. Mobility: nominal. Options: good."
Options: good The Line Chiefs had refused that one for a while. They saw the ship as an integrated whole. Lucky's view, the amassed component model, meant anything could be used as a survival tool. A few years ago he had been called in to re-write the manual for survivors of explosive decompression. They laughed at his grammer mistakes and stick figure drawings. They had snorted at the flimsiness of the manual; it had gone from a 625 page compendium to a one screen bullet list. They had laughed, patted him on the back, and included the changes to humor the brass concerned about the only guy to survive getting four ships shot out from underneath him.
No one laughed three years later when the largest concerted pirate fleet to hit local space hammered corsair and corvette alike. The Navy was totally unprepared; ships listed at odd angles to the dry dock or careened into each other causing futher catastrophe. Billions of credits were lost every minute of the battle. Lives were lost as well. Ship crew, dock workers, cafeteria staff like Lucky's daughter.
Lucky was almost sober during his commendation and mustering out ceremony. Some brass hat admiral had said "adrift survivial rates went from 14.7 percent to 83.8 percent due to Chief Domici's training programme." All Lucky had heard was his heart die yet again. He knew some of the people he hadn't been able to save that day.
They offered him a Master Cheif's slot. He chose a bottle. They understood.
Lucky's did a quick scan for other survivors. He had been EVA to check the aft valve shield when the Beetle was hit. "Options: Good" He pulled in his safety line and used his own movement to get to the ripped open Engineering section. His home away from home. "It was good." he said, mostly to keep himself going. Item 3 on his checklist; "Keep Talking". He unhitched a compressed detox unit from the wall, pushed himself towards the State, and did minor course correction by releasing pressure from the detox unit. Item 4, "There are always options".
"Interesting." Lucky saw lights flashing through the bridge viewers. Drifting that way he curled around to let the mags pull his feet back in. *Clunk* He was connected. Not sure what state the State was in, but probably better than the Beetle.
Lucky looked in, and waved.
