Scott Maxell Schulman doesnt have a very distinctive face. He has a dark completion, dark brown eyes, and long black, scruffy hair; he has no imperfections on his face. Standing at about 6 ft 6, with broad shoulders, and a more arrogant vigour around him than that of a proud one.
The story of my life begins near the end, but somehow defines what is the beginning. You wont understand yet, no one ever does.
When I think back, memories are rather selective, you tend to remember the worst of times, but never how they came to be. They linger around youre soul polluting you with fear, vengeance, and anger. Those are no strangers to my soul, I used them when I needed them, they helped me get to where I am today, so I consider them my virtues.
Every one has a boo-hoo story of their life, craving for attention about some kind of f***d up past experiences. They use excuses and reasons about the justification of their own failure. It gave me an insight into the hurt everyone around me was suffering. I swam against the tide, I realised that I could influence the people around me to do the same; they only needed a reason to. A common goal was needed to get the people around me to rise up against their suppressors and help secure what we all wanted. It was my destiny to perceive the right moment of opportunity, my destiny to see chance as the exploit of situation, my destiny to become a leader.
Ill get on with my story as close to the beginning as possible, details arent that important, nobody wants to hear how miserable life was when growing when you can hear about how I used it for my own accomplishments. I was born into slavery, as a young boy, my life was s***, I remember working in the biodomes on some godforsaken Freeport before being sold, my usefulness in the biodomes was being replaced by automated systems.
I was quickly snapped up by a some separate group of pirates who needed slaves to work on there smuggling fleet. They wanted slaves in there prime, young strong men who were broken and stupid, I guess they didnt have a knack for judging a book by its cover. I was put to work on a pirate transport called the CommIrk. Its primary role was to smuggle, but it also did its fair share of raids. Work was hard, the pirates were like devil drivers, not slave drivers, we were toiling on the cargo and pirated goods all day long, heavy labour with out the aid of any machines whilst constantly being beaten to get us to work harder.
Slavery had taken its toll on me, I was a big, strong lad, but when through out life the only thing you know is being the property of someone else, life isnt all that appealing. You can think to yourself that there is a better life for you, but you were kidding yourself. I knew no such thing as a better life, I had nothing to loose, and as the old saying goes, everything to gain.
The smuggling vessels usually raided smaller, more defenceless transports for extra profit, the group I was enslaved to were more aggressive than that of normal pirates, they had a thirst for battle and forcing suffering upon others, evil b******s they were, they would prey on targets of opportunity, including other pirate vessels if the occasion presented itself. However, upon raiding a particular shipping transport that had a little more defensive capabilities than predicted, they received heavy damage in a firefight. In their own arrogance they didn't believe the slaves would be problem, and that the ships damages should be the main priority. All but one of the crew that watched the slaves had left the cargo hold to deal with the situation, damage control teams, etc, so the time was as good as any to stage a rebellion; chance had presented itself my opportunity. The lone slave driver was armed, but it didnt bother me, whilst the rest of the slaves continued working I ran towards him to his left, he hadnt noticed until it was too late. I tackled him to the floor, as he fell with such impact he dropped his weapon, I quickly killed him with my bare hands, throttling his neck until he stopped breathing. As I got up, I picked up his weapon. I looked around the cargo hold; the slaves had all stopped working and looked at me with fear and despair. Not the slightest bit of enthusiasm or hope from any of them. I stood on a crate to elevate my position above the slaves, as they looked up to me I realised that now was my time.
I see only fear in your eyes, I can only feel defeat in your presence, I shouted out. You have achieved nothing, you have got nothing, and you are nothing! I continued. As I look around, I only see what you all are in myself. But I am different. I have anger and vengeance to give me strength. Now is the time to let your anger, and your vengeance overwhelm your fear, and rise against our suppressors! The crowd began to show signs of optimism as they crowded round; no more did they want to be slaves. Now is the time to join me in our moment of reckoning, fight against those who hold you back and tie you down, become what you were destined to be. Join me and fight. Join me! The crowd cheered frantically, I had given them a reason to rebel against these pirates. I continued my speech to give them strength to fight with bravery. You are slaves not to these people but to your own choices, you can decide your fate and mark your destiny with a silver lining, choose now and fight against slavery, choose now to be free! The crowd frenzied under my words of wisdom, picking up anything that could be used as a weapon, we broke out of the cargo hold and rampaged through the ship.
The first three crew we saw were engineers fixing damage to a corridor where a conduit blew. I fired my first shot with a headshot to the one standing up. The others stood up and looked over to see a huge pack of wild savages hurling towards them with the motivation of revenge. I got to the second first; with my weapon out of ammo I swung my side arm and took him out with a blow to the head. The third was beat by two slaves to my left with bars as weapons and fists of fury. We rampaged on spreading through out the ship, the crew had little knowledge of what was going on until it was too late, and as such offered little resistance. There was still a firefight going on between the ship we were in, and the shipping transport. The pirate transport was beginning to get the advantage and so we had to hurry our efforts to take the ship.
We got to the command room where the captain was beginning to make demands for the crippled transports cargo, we rushed in all clubs blazing, beating the crew to death. Two seized the captain, whilst more of the slaves took to stations around the command room, most of the ships functions in the command room are designed to be easy to operate, luckily some of the slaves had some sort of experienced on board other ships aswell. We cut communications with the transport and changed our course, charging cruise we flew away and left the transport alone. The captain was thrown out the airlock for his crimes; tell a lie, it was mainly to make us feel better.
We had control of the ship, the crew still shocked in disbelieve at our accomplishment. I led the people to their freedom, I was hero; they looked up to me as their savours. A few of the crew nicknamed me The Vice because of the power I had in my hands. I liked the attention and as such renamed the ship after me, deciding to keep the first part of the name so as to never forget what life was like, I decided on calling it the CommIrk-Vice. We would be renown for the frist pirate vessel to be over run by slaves!"
Being slaves our entire lives, trust was something we didnt give out to anyone outside our own community, we stayed as nomadic as possible with as little contact with other ships and stations so as to avoid detection. The pirates we had killed had a fleet of ships at their disposal operating from a central crime syndicate. They had multiple ships in similar positions than what we were in; it was only a matter of time before more ships suffered the same fate of justice as mine."
We acquired a second ship in the fleet through chance, we picked up a pirate transport on sensors, and damage report was critical. The ship was venting atmosphere with several hull breaches. Reserves of H-fuel were being depleted fast, most of their weapons were off line and shields were down. The ship was almost dead in the water with a low life sign count onboard. The ship picked us up on sensors after we had, when they saw us they attempted to turn around and flee. We prevented that from happening, weapons were primed and locked but we didnt open fire.
I gave the command to open a channel, they replied straight away with a request not to destroy the ship; I introduced myself as Scott Maxell Schulman, Captain of the CommIrk-Vice along with the demand of their surrender. They replied rather astonishingly, they had heard of what we had done, and had inspired them to do the same, there ship took damage when they tried to escape from the smuggling convoy they were travelling with. They also requested that they travel with us, safety in numbers. With two ships in a so called fleet, a chain of command was needed, I told the captain of the other ship that I would be in charge of the two, he agreed.
INITIAL SUPPLIES:
--90 Light Arms in the armoury.
--288 Tonnes of H-Fuel.
--58 Pharmaceuticals in the sickbay.
--54 Tonnes of food rations.
--34 Tonnes of water.
--305 Consumer good (to make life easier).
The CommIrk-Vice is a known pirate vessel that has a history of uncertainty. Since it was commissioned in 783 A.S the ship has seen many dark times. The ships historic logs and data cores have been wiped, fried, stolen and destroyed many times and would almost be impossible to trace the ships history, however there is some information on the ships past. The ship was originally called the CommIrk, a smuggling vessel in a small pirating syndicate. There is a lot of logic behind the original ships name. The ships main duty would be to smuggle goods, but the ship did engage in pirating activities. The ship was more of a commerce raider than a pirate warship and as such annoyed corporations rather than letting them consider the ship a direct threat, hence the name CommIrk. The present Captain of the ship is Scott Maxell Schulman who has been the captain for 3 years; he renamed the ship by simply adding -Vice at the end of the name as a dedication to himself. He acquired the position of Captain after he led the slaves on board the ship to a victorious mutiny. The most recent battles the ship has had are evident from the battle worn hull. A lack of access to proper repair facilities makes the ship look like it should be out of service or a pile of debris in the vacuum of space, instead the ship is arguably in its prime.
Captain Scott Maxell Schulman This is the present captain of the CommIrk-Vice, from his expereince he knows this ship is actually stronger that most other trading vessels, he tends to use the ship to its greatest use. He is also a Fleet Admiral, a self given rank, as he controls the general movement of the fleet and most of the important decisions. He is rather sceptical about most things. Once his philosophy was let your anger, and your vengeance overwhelm your fear, however that was before he gained everything he wanted, his freedom. He now fears letting his anger and vengeance overwhelm him leading him to irrational behaviour. Now he has everything to loose he adopts the opposite policy, think rationally before you act irrationally. Commander Sten Virus Is Scotts second in command, clever, quiet and wise. The guy who thought up of calling Scott The Vice. They have known each other since Scott was first brought onto the CommIrk as a slave, Sten took him under his wing and protected him whilst he got use to the environment, and more importantly, the devil drivers. Sten taught Scott how to keep a level head in most situations; luckily it didnt all sink in, as they might all be dead, or worse, still slaves. Like a lot of the other slaves on board the CommIrk, there childhood pasts are sketchy at best if existent at all, Sten refuses to tell anyone about his life before the CommIrk. Needless to say, he tells everyone he has learnt a lot from it. Lieutenant Commander Brian McCleaver Is in charge of leading boarding parties and as such well known to the crew, and well respected by all. Officially holds the rank of Chief Security Officer, the crew however call him Master Gunner. McCleaver is his real last name, not quite suitable as his last name should really be McShoulderMountedNeedlerRifle, yes, hes that type of person, loves to shoot things. Although he understands the necessity for negotiations, its always good intimidating the opposition with this person; makes the negotiations run a little smoother. Lieutenant Hoosier Daniels Is the Chief Engineer, regulates ships systems, subsystems, in charge of damage control and repairs, and reports them to the captain, or is supposed to. You need to be highly experienced and highly knowledgeable in both engineering and the ship youre flying in for this position, not the case with Hoosier Daniels. Most of the crew being slaves there entire life arent educated, are kept away from critical systems, and not aloud to operate even subsystems, so this isnt really one of those natural talent vacant job spots, oh no. So if this is the best guy we could get in the entire fleet onboard the command ship as Chief Engineer, well, the fleets screwed. His personality is great though. Lieutenant Thomas Smith Should be the Communications officer but isnt. Theres always one person on a ship who doesnt know how to shut up, his callsign wayst, Thomas wayst Smith, as in, why are you still talking, too bad hes an excellent Helmsman. One of the only officers on board the CommIrk-Vice that we know anything about his history, he grew up in Liberty, was the helmsman for a small Mammoth class freighter called the Tusk before it was attack and destroyed. Luckily Thomas and a few others got to escape pods. They were tractored up and sold into slavery, he and his fellow comrades onboard the Tusk worked onboard the CommIrk up until now, Thomas himself has made the most of the opportunity in the mutiny and has managed to become a Lieutenant. Lieutenant Culter Wilson The Tactical Officer onboard, focuss on firing the weapons and keeping them in alignment. Rather competitive, especially with Lieutenant Commander Brain McCleaver, the Chief Security Officer. This guy has an absolute disregard for personal safety, and puts those around him above himself. Thomas Smith has the utmost respect for his captain as he ended his life of slavery; he is highly loyal and would, naturally follow his captain to his death. Ensign Ernest Griffin The Communications officer. Has the ships record for being the shortest officer on board. Hes only 5ft5 bless him. Sound at his job though. Ensign Jack Payne Is the Medical Officer, and although not qualified for the job, someone has to prescribe the medication. The make shift sickbay is suitable for him to do his job, that is until he starts getting patients. If youre feeling under the weather, visiting this guy will make your day. Apart from his day job as nurse onboard the CommIrk-Vice, this guy also manages the food rations quite affectively and lets us know when we need another shipment of supplies. The guy has a temperamental attitude when he doesnt get his way, luckily he doesnt show it to the captain.
