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Corporal Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport?

Cpl. Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport?

// Drop Lead: Cpl. Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport // Second In Command: Cpl. Sarah Redbrick // Squad Leaders: N/A // Wounded In Action (W.I.A.): Specialist Noemi Reel, Cpl. Sarah Redbrick, Specialist Atichat Saiphan, and Warrant Officer Verbeck. // Killed In Action (K.I.A.): N/A // Notable Acts: Mission Summary: Investigate a Derelict Space Station and distress beacon. Heavy psychic phenomena and former prisoners turned madman attacked. Station was destroyed via DOTON after Specialist Reel was hit in the lung and the following orders to evac. Info on the mission poor. Mission considered aborted and thus, failure.

Updated: Rebrick, Greg, and Phan Added the rest of you lot.

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May I ask for Gabriel "Chopper" Davenport to be added?

Day Unknown? 1: New ship, new log, new scars. My old journals got fried on the Grant, so I have to use this new one I have to put together on the Zion, with a generous donation of paper from Linh. I suppose the only thing I can write about is the mission. The sooner I forget about the Zion, the better. That entire time, I got that feeling I get when I'm nervous, or I feel something's off. Sometimes, it feels like little cockroaches crossing my skin and other times it feels like a bunch of little needles dancing and stabbing into me. Should I tell them about that and come clean about it? We went through the desert like a bunch of goddamn ghosts. Geeste van die Woestyn. The sand felt good, felt like home. Everyone hates desert ops, but I love them. The scorching heat of the sand and sun, the chilling nights, and danger all around. Reminds me of better times. I was given command of Blue, until Redbrick didn't need to help out with unloading and took command thank God. I was made her second and we moved out. Took a while, but they showed up. A firefight went down, but we pulled through like always. Pavlov ran off, was mixing with Orange, on adrenaline most likely. Did he have something to prove? Was he trying to show us Arsenal's death wasn't in vain? Right then and there, I should've made the call, kept my eye on him. I even offered, he stuck to my side in that warehouse till we moved out, but that all went up in shit. When we boarded that ship, something came over me. Redbrick had to run back and help the Zion move the supplies in time. I don't know if it was nervousness, or determination. We had to take that ship, we had to. No routing, no retreating, it was all or nothing, right then and there. I took command and made our merry way to the second floor of the ship. I hit up the research lab first, found about 4 "researchers". One woman, two older looking gentlemen, and a younger one. We stripped them off weapons and comms when I ordered Blue to regroup and detain them. We were on our merry way doing that when Redbrick called in, saying she was back. Right then and there, right fucking then, there is shouting and gunshots and then over the radio someone goes: "Pavlov's dead, securing area". It's a goddamn sign, I'm telling you. Fate is a thing you don't push. That one op where I lead the entire damn thing? Fate let it slide, but these are warnings. First it was Witt, my carelessness in checking those fuckers in the hospital lead to him dying. Now it's Pavlov. Truth be told, Pavlov was "alright" leaning towards the prickish side. I feel responsible, but not as bad as Witt on my consciousness. Regardless, it's a sign. "You lead, they die." I've had this talk before with the other NCOs, they gave me advice, counseled me, stopped me from removing my Lance rank. I don't want to stick out, I don't want to waste their time and breath on a basket case like myself. I just got this bad feeling. Now that I'm a Corporal, drops lose that "fun". All I had to do his shoot, listen to orders, and die all proper. Now I usually get that needles feeling across my skin. Ito, the Marauder, I know what she thinks about me, ever since Witt. It's maddening. I have to ask myself daily, do I have the resolve to lead? Do I have the stomach to accept that men and women's friends will die on my watch and that they'll turn on me and hold a grudge within their heart till the day we die? They're trusting me here, normally, I'd never have made it this far, but with NCOs dropping, desperate time calls for desperate measures. I can't quit or fail, now that they've had this talk with me and trusted that I do my bloody duty. I think I could hear morale crack, when we swept the ship and they told us Linh died. Someone in the vents. I led two of Blue Team in there to do a sweep. I walked right past them. I said it was clear. I was probably one of the last few people to ever see her alive again, other than Winters. Confess to Zaki I messed up? Everyone felt like shit. Orange swept there, the engineers made that room their bitch, and I walked a small squad through there. It hit Zaki hard. Too hard I think. We have to watch him now, I fear what he can do by himself, alone, although I think he's stronger then considering that option, but taking chances is why Witt's dead. Drivas smashed his radio out of grief and anger, blamed himself. I know how that feels, but I told him there was nothing anybody could do, or at least, nothing he could've. A deep dark part of me wants to shake its smug little head in pity. Romantic relationships in the Mobile Infantry? In the Military? It's asking for tragedy. Please God, don't let this happen to Erhart and Miller. I can hardly blame anyone though, our work is tough and at any moment you can die, you want to make the most of it and find your soul mate. The funeral was shorter than I expected, but to drag it out would've cost Zaki his remaining sanity I think. Pavlov was the first. I gave my words and took responsibility. Although, I didn't get the same looks as the others. They gave me these weirder looks. I saw them and it went from needles to daggers. I felt like I was going to collapse, but I simply pulled my hat down and walked back. Linh was awful. To see the men and women of the 112th cry is soul crushing. To see Zaki cry, after all those humor filled flirts with Linh on the Zion, it broke a bit of me too. The man doesn't deserve it. We left soon after, tired and broken. For most, it was repaired with alcohol and confessions with a trusted friend. For me? It's writing about all the shit that's really on my mind. This is therapy for me, writing my own thoughts to read, over and over again. It got better, when people realized Zaki was completely out of it. Small jokes flowed back in, radio chatter soon sprung up again. It was eerie, how quickly their death's seemed to flow through and out us, but I'm smarter than that. It isn't over for some, especially not Zaki I think. I don't want to be sent adrift to the cold heartless stars and space. I don't want to be seen like that, I don't want that to happen if I die. I gotta re-write my will again. Cremation, then scattered over a planet if possible. Maybe a lush peaceful world for my spirit to move with the wind, or a desert world to return to the land that spawned me. This was a good "Session". Marauder and Fleet chick popped on the couch though. Going to have to end it here. Should anyone have searched and examined the journal: Page One is stuffed with photos of the bridge like bookmarks, the majority of the pictures are that of the cockpit and the stars the view provides. Although, some feature apparent selfies of a woman, known as "Wolf" to her fellow Fleet Personnel with various consoles in the background.

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Any chance for LCpl Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport?

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Any chance for LCpl Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport?

Any chance for LCpl Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport?

Any chance for LCpl. Gabriel A. "Chopper" Davenport?

Favorite Song(s): Basic Information Name: Gabriel A. Engelbrecht Davenport Place of Birth: Cape Colony, South Africa. Earth. Date of Birth: November 29th, 2273 Age: 25 Gender: Male Height: 6'3ft Physical Description: Weight: 230Ibs Hair colour: Black Eye colour: Deep Blue  Military Information Rank: Corporal Branch: Mobile Infantry Date of Enlistment: October 17th, 2297 Years of Service: 1 Service Record:  Received Training with the SAW Mk. 3. Received Training with the "Vindicator" shotgun. [Currently Wanted by The Federation for staying with the 112th Morita Battalion, First Company, after they turned traitor and started The Third Bug War] Personal Information Family: Lethabo I. Engelbrecht (Father): Unknown Status. Lesedi Amahle Engelbrecht (Mother): Deceased. Vuur G. Engelbrecht. (Younger Brother): Alive, In Active Service as TAC Pilot within Federation Navy. Vegter L. Davenport (Maternal Grandfather): Deceased. Backstory: Born in Cape Colony, a few years before the end of The First Bug War, Gabriel was named after the Archangel of the same name in the Christian Religion given his father's extensive relations with a local church. He preformed well in school throughout his life, despite his rather mysterious involvement around the city. Gabriel, at the age of 16 was suspected of numerous crimes throughout the city and country, all tied into a local gang within the city. However, no clear evidence could be found and he was let go and closely monitored. From there, he showed strong desires to join the Fleet as a TAC fighter, but after a meeting with a local "fortune-teller" (as the subject claims), he quickly pulled out of the idea and that of the military all together until the death of his Grandfather one year later. For unknown reasons, subject changed their last name to Davenport and showed a renewed desire for military service through the Mobile Infantry. These plans were cut short, following the Progenitor Invasion of Earth, where all records and methods of recording or documentation were destroyed or misplaced, leading to the rather blank report. Subject claims to have banded together with a few survivors and made a plan to move to the United Kingdom. Subject claims from there, they traveled and sailed all through Africa, Europe, and eventually reached their destination where they awaited relief. 4 years later, that relief came and no shorter than 2 months upon recovery, he joined the Mobile Infantry and was transferred to the First Company of the 112th Morita Battalion. Characteristics: Easy-Going, Talkative, Sly, Quick Learner (Going from Training Footage), Friendly, Charismatic, and Mischievous. Strengths & Weaknesses: Has a knack for fitting in with groups as long as time is provided. Has a "Good Head" on his shoulders and is responsive and disciplined in tough situations. Has a strange pain tolerance, making him somewhat more durable. Quite flexible and has a lot of street smarts and "roguish" attributes. His talkative nature can put himself at odds and his record for keeping comms clear when ordered to is very poor. Quite stubborn, refusing to submit to medical tests unless forced to or utterly necessary within his own eyes. Has a severe lack of experience in psychic dealings and when they occur, his usually fearless and easy going nature is replaced by panic and confusion. Holds himself to high, if utterly impossible degrees, often beating himself up if he fails to accomplish them which has lead to incidents before. Other Information: The local gang he was rumored to have been affiliated was also rumored to have been lead by none other than his father. Bears many scars across his wrists and torso, usually deliberately covered up with clothing. Participated in his church and school's choir. Once attempted suicide at the age of 16 by hanging, reason unknown and stopped by his younger brother, who was 14 at the time. Subject admits to occasionally having further depressing or suicidal thoughts. Refuses to talk about his experiences during the Progenitor invasion. Refuses to give out his middle name and the story behind his nickname: "Chopper". Dislikes being addressed as Gabriel or Gabe. Is greatly interested, if not obsessed with Terran culture during the 21st and 20th Century, especially the music. Favors the musical genre "Rock and Roll" and has gone so far as to stuff his bunks and his owned surroundings with his collections. Keeps a journal and pen for writing and "dabbles" in poetry. Is literate in English and Afrikaans. Subject claims to be literate in Latin as well, but this is mostly thought to be a joke on his part, given he usually only says things from religious texts.   Personal Relationships (Please reply with your rank and full name) Relations: Loved|Admired|Like Family, Brethren|Good friends|Friends|Aquaintance|Neutral|Mixed|Dislikes|Hates|Fears (KIA) 3Spc. Robert Jackson: "Good ole Robert. Trustworthy soul I tell you that much. He's got a sense of humor and he laughs at even the shittiest if my jokes, and it's genuine too. He keeps eyes on everyone, I know he cares. Not going to lie, Erhart's got competition for "Chopper's Favorite Medic Award". Don't tell them that though, I'd be heart-broken to think they'd start competing." Update: "A man like him didn't deserve it. He was a pillar, but nobody knows it. In spirit and body, he helped us. He should of died a hero, or anywhere else. Not there. Not even for this. I'm going to miss him. I can only wonder if we can make it count. I for one, will try. MSPC. Hecle Phan:"Phan? Yeah I know him. I remember just hanging out with him in the mess hall and bar, talking about whatever came to mind. He's a good guy, a really good one. He's something out of a fairy tale he is. A noble hearted soldier, who came from a humble life as a farmer to fight not for himself, but for all mankind. Honestly? I never gave a shit about Earth until I listened to him preach about how he was going to stay until it fully rose from the ashes. I didn't think to highly of it, until that moment. Now like some spell wrapped around my mind, it's my dream to see Earth rise to its former glory too. It'll never happen in my lifetime though. I want it to be a the crown jewel, the capital of The Federation once more. A fool's errand that I have him to thank for, but it's something I'm holding onto till the day I die. He's all grown up now. An engineer, one helluva cook, and probably the purest out of all of us. He gets smiles all around when he walks in, a real popular guy. He reminds me too much of my own brother, maybe that's why I feel like I gotta watch out for him. We don't talk as much as we used to, but I'm happy for him. Just one more thing: Tell him if he dies before the age of 80, surrounded by his loved ones and the legacy he's left on that little sleepy rock he came from, I'll kill the shit out of him." Update: "Well slap me silly and call me by my middle name, Phan's getting engaged! Oh man oh man, dude straight up made a goddamn ring from bullet casings, hardcore and sweet as fuck. I'm pretty happy things for him have been doing so goddamn well recently, guy really deserves all that good karma. He's solid as always too, and he's climbing the ranks. I can't tell you how good it is to see someone like him get all of that going for him. He's one helluva guy, Noemi better not break his heart." Lance Cpl. Sarah Redbrick: "I owe a lot to Redbrick. Some say I push myself too hard too fast, but that sounds like a bloody excuse, not a valid reason for not getting the results we all want and people getting back safe and sound. She was really the one who managed to find that line and speak to me directly about this following Witt's death, where I just wanted my patches and leadership ripped out. She's a Corporal, but don't be fooled. She's a goddamn CO in sheep's clothes. Now, about her directly? She's pretty awesome. She kicks ass, gets people back safe, and the best of all, dramatic pause for effect......she's got a genuine goddamn sense of humor. Like. For real. Who doesn't want their valiant leader cracking wise cracks while you walk into the 9th circle of Hell? Like, Holtz is one of those stern disciplined old guys and that's respectable, but the guy has the social abilities of a plague rat, he could learn a thing or two from Redbrick.......hey.....you aren't going to...you know, tell Holtz about that....right? Right?" Update: Call it piety, call it whatever you like. She told me to my face that she was disgusted that I and others spoke against Bently for what he said. No. Fucking. Shit. I had no quarrels with him about it, no nothing, until he said he "Assumed" Pallas, could deal with the fucking asteroid we tossed at them. We just killed God knows how many people and ruined so many others, if not the entire fucking planet, how the fuck is a person supposed to lock that shit away and "follow as instructed?" She told me to lock away my emotions, just fall in line. I am a goddamn soldier, no, human being. I am not some mindless drone controlled by a fat fucking slug. Said she'd gut any of us who did that shit again. I'm going to do my fucking goddamn best to push that shit behind me, but I make no promises. I thought I could trust her, but someone who thinks like that, is someone I simply can't. Update: "I've had time to cool down and think. Things were said, and scars were formed on both our sides. She told me to keep my emotions in check as it caused my outburst, but on one of the drops, she risked everything for a kid. She got demoted cause of it. Maybe she's a hypocrite, or maybe I'll give her the benefit of the doubt, and say she's simple human as well. In my eyes, she's earned some redemption, but I'm working on just brushing it all away." SSpc. Atichat Saiphan: "Now there's a lot of times where I feel like I need to "force" a joke or "chance" of conversation when talking to someone. It's just the way I am, I'm paranoid to the bitter core I hate to admit. Where does Saiphan come into this? I feel like I can say or joke about nearly anything when I'm talking to him. He's a kindred spirit I feel, like I feel I can really just say exactly what's on my mind and he'll get it. I trust him, that doesn't come easy. Only annoying thing is he's referring to me as Salesman. Like, really dude? I am at least on the same level as a door to door entrepreneur." Cpl Mikhail Kuznetsov: "I have no bloody idea who that is mate, or do I? Like I said, my noggin gets as hit as many times as Linh flirts with Zaki in a single day." Pvt. Flynn Taggart:"I haven't really spoken to him in a extended conversation. He's fine I guess, but lacks common sense from what I've seen. Also, what do they feed their boys and girls wherever this guy comes from? Man's at least 7ft, like good God." 3Spc. Grzegorz Brzeczyszczykiewicz: Ok, who made this guy an Engineer? Like, damn I don't know what to say or where to start. Anyway, he's like a Polish Lennie Small, he's got a lot of heart, he's strong, and he likes pets. Hopefully, he doesn't end up like Lennie Small at the end Of Mice and Men, for all our sakes. So keep a watch on him, yeah? I hate to see him go." Update: "Well, he beat the absolute shit out of me, broke my entire right hand, cracked two ribs, and caused so much internal bleeding, I'd be a mosquito's smoothie, but he found one of my favorite tapes of my rock and roll collection, so he's a friend in my book." SSpc. Erhart Von Strattman: "Ah, the Crimson King, the Blood Angel, the Runt himself! How can I forget the guy that's saved my ass more times than the amount of fingers and toes on my hands and feet combined? At first, I thought he was a girl when he was removing shrapnel from my shoulder, but we had time to clear that up and get to chat. I count him as a guy I can trust, seeing as he's saved my ass so many times. At first I was ecstatic to hear he had a "Lady-Friend", a guy like him deserves that happiness, but it was replaced by worry. I don't want what happened with Zaki and Linh going down on him, I can't imagine it. For the time being, I like to crack jokes at him sometimes, hopefully light ones we can both laugh at. I'm just worried that his sister's going to knock my block off, she can be kinda "scary" sometimes.....not to mention she worships the Sun apparently AND is trained with a flamethrower. Heh, I suppose I just got to watch my words and keep it friendly. I think he's the Ying to his Sister's Yang, but when they're around each other, they bring out the best in each other." (KIA) Rct. Johannes Mohawk: "Could someone, for the love of Christ, please tell me why she's always fucking stalking and chasing me? Like, goddamn please just space her. PLEASE. I haven't had a good sleep for the past three weeks! It doesn't help she's got man hands, Greg's strength, and a fucking weird ass face." Update: "Verbecks is my fucking hero. Thank you. The nightmare ends. Tell her she can borrow any of the tapes and shit from my rock and roll collection." 3Spc Alessandro Noviello: "A medic that doesn't seem to hate me for managing to get injuries in the field. Seems to have a good sense of humor too. Definitely need to talk with him more." LCpl Jeremy Hawkins: "He's a solid gent, but I haven't had the luxury of speaking with him closely. Don't get me wrong, guy's a great guy and a solid N.C.O., just have to talk to him more and get my analysis." Cpl. Rodrick Oakwood: "He's a really good guy, and one hell of a N.C.O. I'd say. I might have beaten him to the punch for the Corporal patches, but I'd support the choice to make him Sergeant before me for sure. Can take and dish out jokes, and can switch to a cool headed serious boss man." FLT Jennifer "Blaze" Helstrom:"Oh, Helström? Yeah, I know Blaze, she's really something. I saw her a bit on the Grant, but ever so rarely, never really interacted much until the Zion. She was just visiting someone and Bosanac and I were on the couch, we made small talk and she told us all about the story, the one her Squadron is based off of. She was really chill, cool aviators, personality, and everything. It was on the Upham were we really got to interact. She asked us if she wanted to test out the simulator she was using to try and teach TAC pilots and rookies. I remembered a bit of those flight sims for the Navy training, until I switched to Mobile Infantry so I volunteered. It was incredible. The way she moved out there, it's like you're just a little newborn chick flying next to a eagle. She made this little story for the flight sim and now I'm completely hooked, my blood's boiling just thinking about it. Needless to say, if you weren't that too involved in my little details, I'll just sum it up. I think she's pretty fantastic. She's nice, does her job, and most importantly has a sense of humor. She sure is something......hm? Oh uhhh I was just doing some laps in the hangar, blood must've rushed up to my face, surprised you didn't notice it earlier.......hey! What's with the look?! You haven't been listening to Phan or anything have you?!" Pfc. James T. Victory: "Cocky son of a gun, isn't he? Well, I'm in the same boat with him on that regard. He's one of those "oh I'm just this on the outside, I'm much softer within" types. He seems sincere, watching his buddies and hearing em out anyway. He's a pretty damn fine shot too, and can dish out and handle a joke. All around decent guy..even if his cockiness gives him something I like to call: "Icarus Syndrome"."