Name: Lt Kale Solarwind<br/>Age: 25<br/>height 5'8<br/>Hair black<br/>Eyes, Steely Grey<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/JLGeUzG.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/c71syl0.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><br/><br/>Body and Appearance: 5 foot 8. Lean and wiry athletic muscular body. Like most ideal fighter pilots, he was not overly tall, due to the height restrictions of such a small cockpit, but he had excellent posture and always presented himself and spoke with confidence befitting an officer . His hair used to be cut short, but the recent several weeks, he has been separated from the main fleet, and now his thick unruly black raven hair locks were beginning grow past his ears.<br/><br/>History :<br/><br/>From the beginning, Ever since graduating flight school Kale had been all spit and vinegar ready to take on the entire federation with his one little ship! That was until the scouting party he was with had been attacked.... oh it had been a rush and quite exciting until he realized he was the last one in the group that hadn't been turned into space dust.... to make things worse his Jump Thrusters had been severally damaged and burnt themselves out on way back to the fleet....Being that his communications systems were out of range to contact them for help or report the attack, and if my some miracle he did contact them.... well he wasn't in a friendly sector of space, and the empire would be on swarming all over the place.....and most likely they would be already on there way, fortunately he had at least gotten far enough away from where the attack that they hopefully would already assume him to be long gone.....as least thats what he hoped.<br/><br/>Honestly he had no idea where he was... nothing matched his charts... right now he could only guess.<br/><br/>Now he found himself adrift in space... weeks past, and he had finished the last of his emergency rations. He had heard stories like this, heard of men going slowly mad and wasting away. He knew the chances of rescue was pretty much zero and so instead of prolonging his suffering or giving away his position to be tortured for information in a empire prison. Kale went to the back, squandering the little water for a much needed refreshing hot shower. He then shaved, and put on his dress blue dress uniform with the golden ropes at the shoulders and polished bronze buttons. He had not worn it, he never wore unless at formal events, and it was still clean and pressed from the cleaners. Kale went all out, even using aftershave, and dash of expensive cologne, he then pinned on all his ribbons and medals that he had earned in his two years of service, and buckled on his side arm... A nice heavy traditional antique revolver that that his father had given at his graduation it still worked just fine, although it was not as advanced compared to the weapons they had now....<br/><br/>Still he had seen the insides of ships...lost ships... seen what had it had done to stronger men that he was...it wasn't going to go out like that, not frothing at the mouth, frozen, naked and with scribbling jibberish all over the wall!<br/><br/>That wasn't for him... they would find... if they ever found him... he would be in his uniform, clothed, in his right mind and at peace.<br/><br/>CURRENT DRESS UNIFORM<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/EDLMCQP.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>He popped open the colt 45. he had only ever fired it once before.... they didn't make cartridges like this anymore, at least not that he knew off... and it was still missing one of the six rounds, he smiled as it reminded him of much happier times.<br/><br/>Kale stoically climbed back into the cockpit, and stared out into the black emptiness and then down at the ancient pistol in his hand.... and then it suddenly dawned on him that if he used the pistol he would get blood all over his uniform. Kale sighed and put the weapon back into its holster and leaned forward, flipping switches..... powering down the ship and effectively shutting off the oxygen. It would take a while, but eventually he would fall asleep and it would be all over...<br/><br/>Getting himself comfortable Kale leaned back, but just as he was about to close his eyes and drift to sleep....<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>A while later, how long he wasn't sure. Still in uniform and still in his chair he awoke to see what most definitely not an angel standing ontop of the jet...tapping on the cockpit window with what appeared to be some sort of blast.<br/><br/>*fuck*<br/><br/>But Kale was an officer, he didn't loose his composure....slowly ...calmly he opened the cockpit hatch held his hands up in a peaceful act of and very slowly rose to his feet.<br/><br/>Out numbered and out gunned, in an act of good faith he calmly slowly unbuckled his belt neatly rapped it around the polish black leather holster and held it out surrendering the ancient side arm to the nearest... whatever it called it self, he hoped they were friendly.<br/><br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Just when he thought about how many medals he was going to receive for being the first to contact these strange beings and making new allies and establishing wonderful peaceful relations...<br/><br/>ET number 1# took out the pistol cocked back the hammer and looked down the barrel...and then ...<br/><br/>Promptly ended all hopes of establishing a peaceful relation...by shooting itself in the face! Yes the weapon was relic from the past...but...it still was quite affective.<br/><br/>Brains... lots of ET brains juice splatter all over his uniform.   ET number 1# stood there headless... holding the smoking gun.... For a brief moment Kale somehow, thought maybe the Alien could grow head and he could clear up the misunderstand.<br/><br/>The colt slipped out of the Alien hands clattering onto his instrument panel and its lifeless corpse collapse to the ground....dead...dead as dead can be.<br/><br/>Clearly upset, the rest of the aliens raised their weapons and began shouting at him! The tiny little translator implants in his ears working to interpret and translate new languages .... began throwing words...  *Bleeep him inside out and him and skin him!*<br/><br/><br/>Not good!<br/><br/>Seeing as things could only get a lot worse, Kale snatched his antique pistol and blasted to two space pirates in the face!  Yes...IF he did manage to get back home...thats what he would say...he was attacked by space pirates! He really hoped they were...surely they could have been friends if things were different!<br/><br/>With only two shots left...  Kale quickly ducked down and fired his ships defensive shields back up! They came right in time as the space pirates were quick to return fire with lazer weapons!<br/><br/>Kale fired back with his own.... but not with antique colt pistol.... with his ships twin fully automatic rapid fire anti-space craft gun turrets! Red lazors sent sparks of molten metal and body's of dead space pirates flying in all directions!<br/><br/>After a lull in the action and no-else to shoot at...  Kale ceased firing and listened....<br/><br/>It sounded like an alarm....   for a second he thought it was because of him.<br/><br/>-Wooooooooong! -<br/><br/>*Abandon Ship!   ---  wait? what?  looking to them as they were to him!<br/><br/>-Wooooooooong! -<br/><br/>Abandon Ship!*  surely not for one person? maybe they were scared of him! maybe he was as ugly<br/><br/>-Wooooooooong! -<br/><br/>*Ship Self Destruct in roughly 30.6 earth seconds!<br/><br/>-Wooooooooong! -<br/><br/>fuck<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Activating the plasma cannon! Kale blasted his way out of the cargo hanger... and hit the accelerator!<br/><br/>Glancing down, at his radar, he could see the pirates trying to escape in directions...exciting in fast little escape pods!  Glancing back... it was then he noticed the massive ship ....well the other half off the massive ship was missing!<br/><br/>When he looked up, he went slack jawed as realized he flying through a war zone!  A space battle!<br/><br/>"Holy crap!" he shouted, yanking his controls to the left to avoid an on coming strafing fire!<br/><br/>He really, really, wished he could just jump into light speed but they were fried! Weaving in and out! in and out!<br/><br/>When something tagged left thruster on his wing and sending him spiraling out of control!  His ship quickly Re-caiberated... he managed to regain control... the groaned as he watched bits of his ship go flying off into outer space.<br/><br/>He glanced down...shields were out! now he was screwed.  Slowly the wounded little fighter ship to a crawl he ... limped along trying avoid flying debris and hostile ships....<br/><br/>Activitating one channels and frenquences....He sent one last call for help.....<br/><br/>"Maday! Maday! This is Captain Kale! I am under attack! Maday Maday I have come under fire! I have taken damage! my shields are down...my Jump engines are fried, and I am limping along on one thruster ! Is there anybody out there! I don't know how much longer she's gonna stay together!" he called.... his heart began to sink....knowing full he was well out of range to reach his own people....likely he just given away his location...letting ET out there that he was a sitting duck... his steely grey eyes glanced over at the colt revolver on the dash.... he still had two more bullets left... but he waited, curious to see what curve ball life would throw at him next.