LPI Leavenworth

[Zapp]

Colonel John Clements was your average military man. Bluff face, short-cropped hair that had never grown much longer than two centimeters since his eighteenth birthday. Piercing blue eyes, with fine lines going off from the corners. His entire face was fine lines, though they were only apparent if one was truly looking for them. His mouth was a slash in his face, thin lips covering perfect white teeth. Standing at five feet six inches, he was not a physical threat to many, but his presence was such that he would dominate a room in rags, with no titles, money, or even a known name.

He was just that kind of guy: forceful.

Well, he had been that kind of guy, until the day his armored transport was hit by some Lane Hackers while he was en-route from a station to the distant battleship that he was about to be stationed on. An entire influx of new soldiers, engineers, and officers to reinforce the waning crew that was under constant battle.

During the attack, the passenger compartment was decompressed and it was a matter of sheer luck that a piece of debris had flown into the small crack and stopped it up. It was also sheer luck that a Navy patrol had happened by, engaging the Lane Hackers whilst the transport fled the scene. However, Johns luck ran out in that a huge piece of machinery had fell on his leg, making it useless, and almost requiring amputation.

So John, a fifty-year old wounded Colonel, went into retirement early. It was either that or ride a desk jockey job for the rest of his career. He had been looking at a shot to Rear Admiral, but instead found himself in a condo on Manhattan. Then a bank-fraud scam drained his account and pension, making him broke. So, with no where to go, he used his past experience and connections and joined the LPI: where retired soldiers go to die.