Player: Steve Bailey
E-mail Address: steve_bailey@wireless.adc.com
Character: Juliano Scabrini
Race: Neo-Human
Class: ?
Social Class/Rank: ?
SECLAR: ?
Height: ?cm; Mass: ?kg; Hair: ?; Eyes: ?; Apparent Age: ?; Gender: Male
Appearance (AP): ?
Demeanor: ?
Level: 1
X.P/Threshold: 10,100/20k
Monits/Credits:
30 Han S.D. 5119 of the Fifth Empire. Time: 23.31
Juliano was disturbed from his semidoze in one of the lounge's less than
comfortable chairs.
"Yeah I wouldn't mind having that one at my beck and call day and night. But you know I would be putting her through the paces for 200 thou. But you know it would be worth it. Have a party of the rest of the junior execs with her as the entertainment."
The other then spoke up. "Yeah. Perks and bonuses are the wave of the future. And she could definititely get me to perk you know."
Closing his eyes back he tried to doze back off, but that innate ability of all
soldiers to sleep anytime, anywhere just didn't seem to come to him.
'And for those two that could be a bad sign,' he thought to himself with a slight smile. 'To think that I busted my balls and bled on dozens of worlds so that little lawyer pukes like those could feel safe in their little perverted world. Oh hell why not.'
Juliano got up with a grace that belied his advanced years and stalked over to the two at the display case. He stood behind them and glared until they scampered off like the good frightened little rodents that he knew
they were.
"Bye-Bye now." Turning to the four in the cases, "So who might you four be," He mused quietly. Not that he really cared. He had seen so many come and go both in and out of his sights over the years. These were just more screwups that could have been avoided if the system didn't sometimes break down. Walking over to the data terminal he keyed in a series of requests while checking over his shoulder to see if his duffel was still undisturbed where he had left it in the Edge.
'Funny how this place seems almost like home.' Spindle. Now that was a hell hole that he didn't think he ever wanted to think about again. He had gotten out of there as soon as he could but still places like this reminded him of it sometimes. Spindle had been a large orbiting industrialplex where the rich got richer and the workers… well they worked. Pushing those stray thoughts aside he resumed his search of the online databases for queries on the judicial system cross referenced with recent news articles concerning prisoner releases and paroles. He didn't find much of interest.
After some time at the terminal Juliano returned back to the Edge and was amazed at how quiet it was in there after the noise outside. He walked over to the viewport and was amazed at the beauty of it all. He never failed to catch his breath at the view from orbit. Watching the tiny ball of dirt in the wide expanse of space tumble around below him, shaking off the feeling of
insignificance, he quietly remembered and reflected on the countless other worlds he had seen in such a viewport. Usually there would have been considerable activity around him as marines field stripped and inspected their weapons and battle dress. Everything from knives, to land and air vehicles, to tactical nuclear weapons. Some men would be praying to whatever gods they worshipped, and in an empire this big, there were quite a few of them out there. Others would be hyping up either with jokes and jostling around or doing like he was doing now - staring down at the world that they would soon descend upon like a plague of locusts. A smile crosses his face as he remembered one of the slogans of the marines. 'You are the mailed fist of the emperor. Fight with honor.' Well there were times when he had fought that way, and there were many others where he hadn't. Sometimes it was simpler for those special ops trained guys to infiltrate and put a single bullet in the back of a madmans head than to wash the streets in blood. But those days were over. No more drops. No more battles. I served my time and did my duty for the Empire. Now it is time to think about me.
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