[101st] Recruitment Department

[Death's_Shadow]

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*** Thrawn Transmitting***

*** Point of Origin: Malta***

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Good evening High Command. My name is Thrawn. Having flown for the Outcasts a number of years, and experiencing the command of a Maltese Naval Ship, I wish to join the first line of defense for our Nation.

My father was a captain of a pirate train, tasked with the exchange of goods across the houses, primarily Liberty. He traded the usual commodities; Cardamine and slaves. Having alternate interest, my mother was a chemist specializing in the enrichment of Cardamine.

I was born in 785 A.S. on planet Malta. I often assisted my mother in the laboratory while she perfected the art of Cardamine manufacturing. Around 800 A.S. my father brought back news from Liberty that the Spirits had begun infiltrating the '€œhigher ups'€ in all sectors of government. My mother began a side experiment to duplicate the shielding on board Spirit vessels, traditionally known as a veil.

On the eve of my 16th birthday, my mother was working late, as she had been doing all week, I brought her dinner. Upon walking into her lab I witnessed my mother laboring over a pool of Liquid Cardamine, which helps in formation of Spirit essence. Seeing my arrival, she began lowering the platform upon which she stood, to greet me. While descending, the platform's levitation field flickered and tipped, sending her into the vat containing the Liquid Cardamine and various other chemicals. I immediately dropped the food and dove into the vat to try and pull her out. While entering, a burning sensation overtook my body and burned my eyes. With much pain and strife I was able to retrieve my mothers body. The amount of time inside the vat caused skin degradation that left her organs exposed to so much chemicals that before I was able to reach her she was gone.

The last thing I remembered, after pulling her out, was the sound of the door opening behind me, than all was black. Waking up four days later in the hospital, the physicians informed me that the condition of my body was irreversible and unique. I sat up and saw, in a mirror, a blue figure with eyes that burned like the blood in my veins.

During the course of these events, my father was killed near Zone 21 in the New York system. The black box stated that my father issued an order to satisfy his curiosity about the goings on near said area. When the patrols detected his vessel they executed their standing orders and eliminated his vessel.

Being bereft of parents and having a unique characteristics, I decided to become a tactical adviser to my Nation's navy. But first, I had to graduate from the Maltese Naval Academy. The money my father had accumulated during his trade runs left me with enough credits to complete the required courses and then take some more to further my tactical knowledge. I worked and studied for hours, excelling in tactics of warfare and completing Capitol Ship Command simulations on the side, having already completed fighter and gunboat training. I graduated from the Academy with an Honor Degree in Fleet Tactics and a public document published as "The Theory of Offensive Reconnaissance'€; which states: '€œDuring the pre-war scouting procedures, the fleet attacking should dispatch three minor assault groups to cover the enemy fleet from their exposed angles (being the sides and back or above them). After reaching scanner range on specific system settings (to prevent noticeable detection by the enemy) the group would report current weapon, armor, scanner, and engine conditions/status. The three groups move in, after reporting, to skirmish. In respective order they will withdraw, and the main fleet approaches swiftly, to attack the enemy on their now exposed front flank.'€

The Theory solidified my aspirations and within a few short years, I was granted the command of a Ranseur-Class Dreadnought. I participated in many raids against the Corsairs and defended Malta from all aggression. Although commanding the mighty ship was an incredible honor I resigned my command to further my fighter skills and tactics. I have matured in those areas and now wish to join the Ghosts of Razgriz.



Siempre Vive La Nación

Mitth'raw'nuruodo

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*Mitth'raw'nuruodo is Thrawn's full name*


Why the 101st Guard? When I first joined Discovery Freelancer, the outcasts were the faction I joined primarily and I have always respected 101st Guard.

What are two things, besides Freelancer, that I enjoy?
1. Listening to audiobooks and reading
2. Watching television


What would the last sentence of your autobiography be ?
"But'€¦ it was so artistically done."


If I could be any fictional character who would it be?

Martok from Star Trek Deep Space Nine. An honorable general and was missing an eye.