Captain Reginald Beck

Captain Reginald Beck

High Concept Luckiest Red-Shirt Ever He's just frickin' lucky. A legend among red-shirts. Lightning bolts leave a smoking black mark next to him where his flank stood a second ago. Aliens transform people around him into chemical dodecahedrons and don't quite get around to him yet. His buddy gets all the red blood cells sucked out of him by a space cloud, he lives to tell about it. It's kind of scary.

Trouble Once A Cop, Always A Cop He still sees everything through flash-suppressing HUD goggles. His family are cops and security and soldiers going back several generations. Know the locals, know the territory, know your team, know your goals. Call for back-up.

Skills: +4 Security +3 Notice, Will +2 Physique, Rapport, Fight +1 Provoke, Investigate, Athletics, Shoot

STUNTS

Danger Sense: You have an almost preternatural capacity for detecting danger. Your Notice skill works unimpeded by conditions like total concealment, darkness, or other sensory impairments in situations where someone or something intends to harm you.

Tough as Nails: Once per session you can reduce the severity of a moderate physical consequence to a mild physical consequence (if your mild consequence slot is free), or erase a mild physical consequence altogether, at the cost of a fate point.

[from the random background generator] Born and raised on an established colony. My father was a human Starfleet officer, security. My mother was an Argelian diplomat (she had mild telepathic abilities. My childhood was full of adventure. I was rather spoiled. Absolutely nothing remarkable happened at Starfleet Academy. My first tour of duty was at a Federation outpost. It was attacked by Klingons! Why?! I saved the lives of several fellow [crew members]. While on a diplomatic mission, I uncovered a Romulan spy! I saved the day, but made an enemy of a fellow crew member. DumdumDAH!! While being transferred to my next posting, our ship was captured by...Klingons! Dammit! I showed great promise and gained a mentor and ally in Starfleet. Responding to a distress call...frickin’ Klingons again! I displayed great sacrifice. Once, our ship was attacked by...KLINGONS!?! I saved the life of my captain! Hooray!

[3 tours seemed like enough]