Dav Renox

Dav Renox

Campaign http://wiki.rpg.net/index.php/Trouble_In_The_Marches

• Gender/Species Male Human
• Age 38
• Hair Red
• Eyes Brown

Attributes

• STR 4 (-1)
• DEX 10 (+1)
• END 9 (+1)
• INT 7 (0)
• EDU 9 (+1)
• SOC 9 (+1)

Skills:

• Athletics 0
• Battle Dress 0
• Comms 0
• Computers 0
• Gun Combat (Energy Rifle) 1
• Heavy Weapons 0
• Leadeship 1
• Melee (Unarmed) 1
• Pilot (Small Craft) 1
• Stealth 0
• Tactics (Military) 1
• Vacc Suit 0
• Zero-G 0

Equipment / Cash

• Combat Armor(TL12) with magnetic grapples
• Cloth Armor(TL10)
• Laser Rifle (TL11) with power pack and TL10 laser sight
• Comm (TL10)
• 22,200 Cr.

Contacts

• Mag Renox (his wife, former engineer for the Marine Corps)

Connections

• Angelo Domici?
• TAS member

Enemies

Pirate group from his marine days

Backstory

"My homeworld? Eh, calling it a 'world' is an overstatement. It was an asteroid, less than 40 kilometers long, floating a few astronomical units away from a sparesely-populated planet. Then one day, ten families of colonists decided to pool their funds together, acquire the rights to that chunk of space rock, and start mining it for iron, nickel, and cobalt.

That was some seventy years before I was born. By then, that asteroid had turned into a mining operation with over thirty thousand people in the base, and my family still owning a few percents of the whole thing. Not millionaires, but wealthy enough to get the kids good education, and the occasional planetside vacation. Still, it meant I had to spend the better part of the year in microgravity, with just a wall between me and hard vacuum. All of us were clearly expected to join the family business, but...well, screw it. I wasn't going to spend my whole life on a space rock.

Why I joined the marines of all things? Contrarian streak, I guess. I'd spent years being told I had to stay in the mining business. I was also a short, not exactly strong guy. I wasn't 'supposed' to become military, but I wasn't 'supposed' to go out there in the universe anyway, so, I guess I wanted to go all the way. Still, I managed to pass basic training - I'm not strong, sure, but I'm tough as nails. With my microgravity experience, they logically assigned me to the Star Marines, and gave me a laser gun - you don't need that much strength to shoot a weapon with no recoil.

And then, less than two years into my first term, war. Local Imperium planet had a bit of a succession crisis. Some charismatic warlord had been ruling the roost for twenty years, finally kicked the bucket, had a successor picked up...but his son had the designated successor bumped off, tried to seize the planet for himself. Cue civil war, cue devastation and a zillion civilians caught in the crossfire. So, Imperials decided to cut in, take down the military centers of both sides, and force peace. I was part of the unit storming the orbital command center - massive fortress in the sky, size of a mountain. Lots of fighting. We won.

My second tour of duty was a bit quieter. Mostly patrols and fighting some pirates. I'd actually gotten good at the job, and confident enough to try for offier...and apparently, I had enough experience to impress them, 'cause I made lieutenant. That was also when I met my wife, though. She was part of the corps, but, she engineering, not a combat position. Smart, tough girl...but I think she cared about machines more than about the esprit de corps. She'd been a draftee, originally. We got married three years later.

On my third term, our Force Commander retired, and a new one was assigned to our unit. He noticed I seemed to have a general idea of what I was doing, and pushed for a promotion. I dunno if it was thanks to him, or because I was doing a good job in the field, but I made it Captain that year - one of the proudest days of my life.

My next tour of duty...A bit less fun. The wife quit the corp, started working as a civilian. I knew it was coming, but it meant seeing less of her. I got a bit less social because of that, and that might be why a higher-up got it into his head I should be assigned to sniper training. Didn't work out. But I got to lead an assault on a pirate ship, so, not a total waste of a tour of duty. What came afterward, though...The next couple of years, we were assigned to a new system, where the pirates were way nastier. My unit boarded a ship...and then it turned out, surprise! The pirates had managed to steal heavy-duty equipment from our predecessors. Hilarity ensued. And by hilarity, I mean several of my friends killed, the others and me taken prisoner, and the next three months spent being interrogated by pirates. And I swear to quasars, every time I see a story where pirates are presented romantically, I want to punch someone. Murderous scum, the whole lot of them.

It took three months, but my surviving teammates and I finally managed to break out, and reach the pirate base's comm. We sent the coordinates to the navy, and hilarity ensued again. Funnier this time. Half the pirates managed to escape, and we were back with the mil.

With my injuries, I needed a few more months to recover. The corps paid the bill, but they figured they shouldn't keep me around. I understand why - lots of folks who get tortured turn out unstable later - but I still didn't like the way it ended. There are worse things than honorable discharge, and they let me keep my armor, but I wasn't exactly rich enough to retire.

Spent some time with the wife, which was good. Considered finances, which were less good - her job made enough to live on, but I had to take the long-term view. And, well, here I am. You need security on a merchant ship? I'm your man.

The TAS? Oh, that. I ran into them several terms as a Star Marine, back when we were fighting pirates. I guess I made a positive impression, because they offered me membership while I was in the hospital. They appreciate having less space banditry to worry about, I suppose."