Loco, that's generally what happens when you join the other side.
cept the problem is, there is little "neutral space" and you can either hide under your covers at home, in the middle of a battle field or where the people who are born into wanting to shoot you live
Name: Blikr'ehr Gorktu Nimon
Age: 63
Gender: M
Race: Midor
Side: Fandor-Midor
Physical Description: Tall, thin and scarlet skinned. His liquid gold eyes seem to stare through your very soul as he gazes at you. His gait seems to strangely be both fluid and rigid at the same time.
Personality: He is merciless and unrelenting in all his endeavors, but he knows when to withdraw. He takes a methodical and objective approach to everything he does. With each attack and maneuver, it is as if he is dissecting the opponent's defenses rather than merely overwhelming, as it may first appear. He can best be summed up as a scientific piranha.
Trait:
Perk:Quick of ship: you can maneuver faster. Analyzer, from getting a good scan of the ship you get better details
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Ship Name: Unmerciful Rain
Ship: Midorian Claw
Weapons:2 Plasma torpedo tubes, 5 Laser turrets (3 on the bow, 1 on the port, starboard and aft part)
Armor:Light Titanium-A armor
Boarders: Self
Misc.:1 Plasma dagger, 1 Laser Pistol
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Ship Health: 100/100
Ship Armor:50/50
Condition:
the Commander, a Midor with only one eye calls ya'll up
"Assemble, TEN-HUT!" you get into formation and assume the salute (Hand horizontal along your chest)
"Now you will go to the Quartermaster and recieve equipment and a list of local missions, double time! The slacker will get his
daily problem!"
... you race there and are third
a seemingly bored Midorian sighs and hands you your equipment (spare uniform, weapons and belt) then hands you a slip of paper
CURRENT MISSIONS:
Assist in a border intrusion
Defend the building of a defense gun near No Mans Land
&
Defend a convoy to a forward colony