// OORP: I still struggle a bit to do a proper introduction, but I wanted to try to use this format that I found on a tutorial on the forum to get the ball rolling. I hope it is good enough :) //
Name:
Saule Khalid
Age:
35 - Estimated, real age unknown
Where does your character come from?
What House?
Crayter
What planet?
No idea
Do they have a nickname? If so, what is it? How did they get it?
Ska. Shortened form of Saule Khalid, given by friends.
What does your character like to do when they're not in space? What about when they are?
Space:
Explore, trespass, collect information, mapping the entire sector, collecting strange items, meeting new people.
Planet:
Find people to sleep with, explore, trespass, collect information, meeting new people.
Do they have a family? Who are they? When did they get it?
Adopted as a child. Guardians were cold and unloving.
What was their childhood like?
Unloved, forced to work.
Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their free time?
Exodus colony ship.
What are they good at, piloting things aside? What are they bad at?
Good:
making quick decisions
caring for plants and animals
musically gifted
Bad:
can't deal with rejection or defeat(is very afraid of defeat)
can't express their true emotion
What are their goals in life?
Find last crew members of Exodus and previous acquaintances.
Find Sol and Crayter.
Map the entire sector.
Have their music recognised.
Have an extensive collection of items from around the sector.
Do they have friends? Who are they, how did they meet each other?
Whereabouts unknown. In search of.
What's their favourite colour(s)?
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Saule Khalid is a gender-queer individual who accepts any pronouns.
He thinks he was born on one of the planets in Crayter, before the system was destroyed, but his earliest coherent memories are of sleeper ships in search of Sirius. He has no way of knowing if the memories are real.
He does not remember having biological parents, but he was adopted by an unloving family of Zoners in Omega-3.
He started working on a colony ship shortly after he was adopted. His initial job was to do maintaince on the bio-domes and care for the plants and animals living in them, and he was happy doing this.
He was liked by the other crew members, including those in charge of the ship. This, and his love for his work lead to him receiving promotions quicker than most of the other crew. Most of the crew respected him for it.
After being given his first position with authority, he evicted his adoptive guardians from their homes on the ship. They were forced to leave and he never heard of them again. His decision was questioned. He explained that they had adopted him only to force him to work and provide more income for them, and that even though he had a passion for the work they forced him to do, that he believed their lack of caring about him justified his decision. Everyone agreed.
As he rose in the ranks, he gradually shifted from the bio-domes to the control rooms. Here he had more free time, as the tasks he had to do were done quickly and correctly. With his free time and his new access to electronics, he began to experiment with electronic music production, which he quickly became good at.
After discovering his love of music, he started visiting the bio-domes to experiment with physical instruments. He used real wood to make a triple flute from a blueprint that was allegedly an ancient document that came from Earth. He was good at playing the triple flute as well.
After this, the story of Exodus continues from the point of working with FL-ER to assist in rescuing refugees from Leeds in 823 AS and continues to the point where the story of Exodus initially almost ended in Omicron Delta, when the Core attacked Zoner installations in 824 AS.
829 AS
Over the years, Saule had amassed a huge collection of precious and rare items, some of them being one of a kind. Most of his collection was kept on Planet Gran Canaria. When the Exodus had been destroyed, Saule was one of only a few people on the bridge who were rescued. Most of the others died of their wounds. This technically left the title of the Exodus in Saule's possession, as it had been stated in the most recent contract. After being determined to not let the story end, he sold his entire extensive collection off to whoever would pay the ridiculous prices. He became incredibly rich in a short time, and very quickly started work on arranging recovery of every scrap piece of the Exodus and other hulls that happened to be nearby.
After a few years, the Exodus was rebuilt. Now it was time to test her. He hired many of the people who worked on the rebuild, which was met with extreme anger from their previous employers. They tried to sabotage the project by hiring mercenaries, pirates, trying to buy back their workers, even contacting the Core and Order to tell them a terrorist organisation had stolen the ship. Some of the attacks had caused extensive damage to the untested ship, but Saule did not care enough to halt the testing. It was now or never. If they couldn't get her back to her old self, it was all in vain.
June 11
The barely functioning Nephilim hurtled through Omicron Kappa. The initial plan was to go to Planet Crete, where friends of Sullivan's Exodus would surely welcome them. Saule decided while en-route that to truly test the new Khalid's Exodus they would need to do more than travel from one star to the neighbouring star. They needed to cross the entire Sirius sector. Coronado was now the destination. Saule did not expect her to survive the journey. Nor did anyone else, for that matter. "If we missed something somewhere, we will soon find out about it," he thought. While he was worried about the ship coming apart and expelling everyone onboard into the vacuum of space, he did not hold back. The crew pushed the ship to the absolute peak of her performance. She had to take it. All of it.
As they made the journey, the crew did very well to not only maintain the Exodus, but to fix some of the major issues as well. Every single hull breach had been fixed, all three engines were made operational, automated navigational systems were brought and kept online, life support on all decks was fully operational, shields and weapons systems were fully functional. However, while these problems were being dealt with, others arose. The ship was far from fully operational, "but what kind of ship is ever fully operational? All of them have some kind of problem that never gets fixed," remarked some crew members. Saule agreed, there was nothing that was stopping them from continuing, so they did.
June 8
Saule walked unannounced into the dock where the Exodus had been sitting. It was still covered front to back in scorch marks, unpainted patches, welding streaks several meters long, and holes made by Core battleship cannons. But there it was, as finished as he wanted it to be. "Hi baby," he said in a high-pitched voice, as if he were talking to a gigantic puppy or a kitten, running his hand along a jagged welding line in the hull of the Nephilim. The Sabah shipyard workers made hushed remarks about him and laughed among themselves, but Saule never gave a shit what anyone else thought. At least, not when they had expended their usefulness, like these workers had. He commanded his crew to their stations and waltzed onto his ship.
The ship's warning alarms blared, indicating to the ground crew that it was being powered up and that they should stay clear. The shipyard workers scattered and frantically began closing the blast doors. Saule entered the final commands, and the ship's engines exploded to life. The Exodus roared, bucked, and shook like a vicious and angry behemoth. Saule pushed a crew member who was trying to stabilize the ship away from a console. "Let her!" he shouted, dragging the man along for a forced waltz, twirling him at the end before letting go of his hand and letting him fall to the ground.
This wasn't the unfinished ship of three years ago. This one was complete. A barely tamable monster in its own right, but Saule had been its master three years ago when it was at its most angry, and now that it was tamed, he would command it once more.
"New... York..." he mumbled, entering commands into the console. The crew glanced at him, then at each other. Saule noticed. "What?"
June 22
Saule was sitting in some seedy bar on Bethlehem Station. He had hoped his appearance would be enough to discourage any would-be solicitors from approaching, but a few tried their luck anyway. Some of them were even sober. "Take the piss," was all he would say to them, and some of them tried to hit back with remarks about Bretonia. Saule wasn't here for the drinks or the company, he was here for something which was important to him - freedom, but everyone in this bar looked like they would laugh at the mention of the word. The Zoners in this system were either in denial, or they were numbing themselves with alcohol. Liberty's government had a tight chokehold on the system. "Protectorate," they had called it. "Take the piss," Saule said harshly, to himself this time. He felt angry. His knuckles turned yellow from gripping his glass so hard. The bartender noticed, "Bro, you good? Don't break my glass." It brought Saule back, and he laughed. The bartender was from Liberty, and she had been nice to Saule ever since she got here, but she wasn't afraid to speak up. It reminded him that not every Libertonian in Pennsylvania was an "invader," and it reminded him of the people he came here for.
They came to Pennsylvania days ago aboard a shuttle, leaving the Exodus in Cortez after his crew begged him not to take the entire colony ship through house space, after encountering a Liberty Navy patrol just moments before he began entering jump gate coordinates into the ship's nav. He wanted to show the house government that he didn't give a damn about their laws and that he would take his giant ship and slowly impulse right past their capital planet if he wanted to. He wanted them to see every scar, every giant gun, every fearless crew member on the Exodus. Every fiber in his body demanded he bear his fangs. But he knew he had to control himself, because he was playing the long game. Getting this right was very important to him. The seed had already been planted, he just had to make sure it grew roots and had a chance to sprout.
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Some details to try and fill in gaps