Faleen: (Fay-Lean') A cold blooded reptilian species. Native to the planet Cumitore of the un-named sector 23million light years away from Sirius. Faleen have no emotion identified, other than the sometimes anger, but this is on the most rare of occasions. The anatomy of this species was never fully completed, 99% of there life is spent in Faleen battle armor, and even in death. Faleen are known to live up to 700 years of age, but nobody had lived past that, because of murder. It is the biggest disgrace in Faleen culture to have ones armor removed. Faleen armor has not been studied in depth, but it is known that the armor connects to the nerve endings of each individual, making the armor an extent of the body. Each set of armor is individual to it's owner. The ability's of some armor has to do with the profession that particular Faleen had chosen (IE: A soldier would probably have a reinforced outer casing, a built in targeting reticle and heat seeking rocket launchers on the wrists, while a mechanic's would have a damage assessment unit and some fast access to tools.). In Faleen culture, it is customary for the older of the offspring to kill and eat the younger, if one failed to accomplish that, they would never get there armor. Which brings me to this cretin case of a young Faleen that had failed to kill his younger siblings, but, he had earned his armor... or given it rather. He was a prince, named Jett. A most spoiled brat. Faleen, born with all of there parents former knowledge. Jett had known at once that he was a prince, and so thats when he began making demands. As he grew, he was given the Faleen flagship, the Zero Star and was sent into Sirius to do what Faleen did best... Kill. But Jett wasn't the best at that, for he had failed to kill his younger brother by 3 seconds, Vo. Now, Vo has a quite different story. Technically, he was not to be alive. He was not granted armor, but through his cunning and sneakiness had stolen the armor of a great Faleen soldier by the name of Xizor. He had rewired the network that had been so integrated with Xizors nervous system and had linked it to his own. Xizor had a bounty of information stored in his suit, including the passlink and location of a ship that is known throughout the Faleen empire as the "Armodragoon". Together, this armor and ship were sufficient to leave the Faleen empire and become a loner. But Jett didn't want him to live past the atmosphere of Cumitore, so when word reached him that Vo had made it to the Sirius sector, he had been ready, with the Zero Star to finish what he had started, over 100 years ago.
I must be mad thought Vo. His blaster was primed and set to kill. Or I might just be a genius He pounced on the unsuspecting target, lifting the helmet from off of it's head, and... was thrown to the ground almost instantly. Before he could blink, he had a blaster rifle in his face. "What is your problem boy?" Said the figure in the armor. Mad. thought Vo. "Well, what have you to say for yourself?" Said the man. "Nothing," Said Vo, "But that your as good as dead." Vo kicked the mans blaster away from him, catching the man off guard. Vo's blaster kicked back as he fired at the mans head, blowing it clean of his shoulders. Well... maybe not mad, yet." . He took the armor from the now dead man, and brought it, peace by peace to his home, an abandoned cargo ship and put it on. He admired the Class Specter Four logo on the armor. Class Specter Four was a special forces unit of the Faleen Attack Force, one of the highest ranking units of the force. Intoxicated old man didn't know what hit him As Vo snapped the last unit of armor into place, a display came up on the visor, hundred upon thousands of Faleen characters began to slide across the visor screen, to fast for Vo to read. Then, out of nowhere, a shock of electricity burst through Vo's body, knocking him to the floor.
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