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Basic Information

 

Name: Shane Luke Emmett

Place of Birth: Terra

Date of Birth: April 19th, 2279

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Blood Type: B+

 

 

Physical Description:

 

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 157 lbs

Hair color: Ginger

Eye color: Blue

Race: Caucasian

 

 


Military Information

 

Rank: Private First Class (Pfc.) / Specialist (Spc.) ; Sensor

Branch: M.I.P.O.D. (Military Intelligence)

Date of Enlistment: January 25th

Years of Service: > 1 Year

Awards/Decorations:

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Service Record: 

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25 JAN 2299 - 'Enlisted' into the Mobile Infantry

10 FEB 2299 - Graduated from Mobile Infantry Boot Camp / Transferred to the 112th Mobile Infantry Division

11 FEB 2299 - First combat deployment; sustained a minor gunshot wound to the right bicep. Treated.

12 FEB 2299 - Second combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

13 FEB 2299 - Third combat deployment; gunshot wound to the shoulder. Reprimanded for break of R.O.E. ; Treated.

14 FEB 2299 - Fourth combat deployment; major psychic spasm and rendered unconscious until seen to; Treated.

15 FEB 2299 - Training deployment; psychic powers tested and reaffirmed. Suffered a black-out midway through training; Treated.

15 FEB 2299 - Fifth combat deployment; major utilization of psychic powers. Promoted to Second Specialist.

15 FEB 2299 - Sixth combat deployment; was rendered inert by psychic being - emotional breakdown. Served as second in command of Blue Squad.

16 FEB 2299 - Seventh combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

16 FEB 2299 - Rest and Relaxation ; Beat within an inch of death with a baton to the head by General Larsen, shot in the thigh by Sergeant Holtz.

17 FEB 2299 - Eighth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

17 FEB 2299 - Ninth combat deployment; back shot by friendly marauder. Treated.

18 FEB 2299 - Tenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

18 FEB 2299 - Eleventh combat deployment; successfully mapped an entire bug tunnel system and utilized the mapping to direct engineers to GEO-NAV a hive from ground level.

19 FEB 2299 - Twelfth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

19 FEB 2299 - Thirteenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

20 FEB 2299 - Fourteenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained. Promoted to Lance Corporal.

21 FEB 2299 - Fifteenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

21 FEB 2299 - Sixteenth combat deployment; critically wounded via improvised explosive devices. Recovering.

22 FEB 2299 - Seventeenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

22 FEB 2299 - Eighteenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

23 FEB 2299 - Nineteenth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

23 FEB 2299 - Twentieth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

24 FEB 2299 - Twenty-first combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

24 FEB 2299 - Twenty-second combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

25 FEB 2299 - Twenty-third combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

25 FEB 2299 - Twenty-fourth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

26 FEB 2299 - Twenty-fifth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

27 FEB 2299 - Twenty-sixth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

27 FEB 2299 - Twenty-seventh combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

28 FEB 2299 - Twenty-eighth combat deployment; no injuries sustained. Demoted to Lance Corporal ; Successfully saved the life of Specialist Pehr.

01 MAR 2299 - Twenty-ninth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

02 MAR 2299 - Thirtieth combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

04 MAR 2299 - Thirty-first combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

05 MAR 2299 - Thirty-second combat deployment; no injuries sustained.

17 MAR 2299 - Promoted to Specialist ; Combat deployments no longer cataloged due to overflow.

 

 


Personal Information

Family: 

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Father: William Emmett - Former Mobile Infantry Sergeant, 56

Mother: Ruby Emmett - Civilian, 54

Brother: Taylor Emmett - Mobile Infantry Lieutenant, 32

Sister: Eliza Fisk - Fleet Chief Petty Officer, 25

          Annika Emmett - Mobile Infantry Recruit, 20

Sketchbook [IC]:

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Personal Relationships

Grace Corbin

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DATE: 12/APR/2299

P: Lt. 172895 ; Specialist Emmett

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Lt. 172895: Good afternoon, Specialist Emmett. I'm sure you're well aware of you meaning to this conversation; as such, we shall begin promptly.

Emmett: Right, right. Of course, ma'am... this is about personal relationships and what-not, right?

Lt. 172895: Indeed. I suppose we'll start with... Senior Specialist Corbin.

Emmett: Uh... Specialist Corbin is great! She's laid back and has some good humor. I cherish the moments that we're able to spend together.

Lt. 172895: I am aware that a selection of 2-R forms have been submitted consisting of yourself and the Senior Specialist. Has this had any effect on your professional life to date?

Emmett: No... but there was this one thing that happened earlier this week. An operative read her mind and... went a bit too far. Apparently she thought that I was cheating on her, and I had no idea what to do because now I'm sus--

Lt. 172895: Specialist. I am not your therapist, please stop -- stop talking.

**An uneasy chuckle can be heard from a male figure**

Emmett: Apologies ma'am, I didn't mean to... push this too far.

Lt. 172895: We're moving on. Is there anything else you'd wish to say about the Specialist?

Emmett: Only if you're my therapist.

**A heavy sigh is heard, the recording ending.**

DATE: 17/APR/2299

P: Lt. 172895 ; Specialist Emmett

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Lt. 172895: Hello again, Specialist Emmett. We'll begin once more with the... Master Specialist Corbin.

Emmett: Of course, ma'am.

Lt. 172895Has your position on her changed since we last spoke?

Emmett: Unfortunately. After a brief conversation with Lieutenant 891359031, the Specialist was nowhere to be found. This morning, she was not to be found on the ship. I have not been notified by herself or otherwise of her location or the reasoning behind it, but it is very troubling. S-

**A skip in the recording seems to happen.**

Lt. 172895: Thank you, Specialist Emmett.

**The recording fades out.**

 

 

Bradley Tanner

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DATE: 12/APR/2299

P: Lt. 172895 ; Specialist Emmett

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Lt. 172895: Now that we've finished with the Specialist; let's move on to Specialist Bradley Tanner.

Emmett: Oh! Tanner is really cool. He's probably one of my first real friends here.

Lt. 172895: Is there anything else you'd like to mention about the Specialist?

Emmett: Should there be, ma'am?

Lt. 172895: I suppose not, we'll carry on, then.

 

 

 
Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz
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DATE: 12/APR/2299

P: Lt. 172895 ; Specialist Emmett

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Lt. 172895: Alright, next on the list... I can't even pronounce that.

Emmett: Is it some really long Polish thing?

Lt. 172895: I guess I'm not alone in my inability. Yes, it is the Polish name.

Emmett: Greg's alright... he's like eight feet tall, and six feet wide. 

Lt. 172895: Greg... I shall keep that in mind. Is there anything else you'd like to state?

Emmett: Don't try and get into a spar with him... he almost killed someone last time.

Lt. 172895: I'll keep that in mind, thank you Specialist.

 

Final Transmission

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The camera clicks on with a light, but audible humming as it recorded. It was obvious that the camera on PDAs weren’t meant for recording.

Emmett sat before the camera, covered in dust and sand. His hair was in an unkempt mop on his head, facial hair starting to take root. He clearly didn’t have the luxury of a shower or grooming for a few days at the least. Regardless of this, he smiled at the camera, staring at it for several long moments before speaking.

“Hey… uh- Hey Grace!”

He’d let out in a rather untimely bout of positivity. The man shifted his body in front of the camera, clearly not satisfied with his current view.

“The Grant… is done for. Blew up after we were attacked by a bunch of space bugs. We made it to the escape pods, though!”

“We got into a kerfuffle with the native bugs, but found a pretty nifty base to set up in… I lost my arm. -- Or well… part of it.”

Emmett glanced downwards at the remnants of his arm, about the length from elbow to shoulder. He seemed bothered about the loss, but looked back to the camera with an everlasting smile.

“It’s okay though! Erhart promised me he’d get me a new one… if he can’t attach the current.”

“We found a ship… got it all ready for departure and boom. We’re in business. Ain’t no bug son of a bitch going to keep the 112th from the Federation!”

A loud rattling is heard around the man, like turbulence on commercial flights. The man didn’t seem to acknowledge it, aside from a partial glance about the small room he was confined to.

“Anyway… we’re headed to Karrus. Apparently it’s a pretty cool place… never been though.”

“I’ve tried to keep up with your friends… Sunny is doing well, her and Miller are doing well. They still plan on going to Switzerland and building a house!”

“I think Erhart is okay, though he’s not chatty around me. I don’t know why, but I’ll have to take some time to pry into that when we find a bar.”

Emmett paused in his talk as a loud yell could be heard from someplace on ship, sounding remarkably like Staff Sergeant Holtz. What he was yelling about or to who was indiscernible.

“I don’t know where you went… I don’t even know if you’re alive, but I hope you get to hear this. You missed my birthday! You'll make it up to me though, whenever you make your way back. I’m sure I’m probably reported Missing-In-Action, likely dead. But -- I’m not! It’s going to take a lot more than a couple bugs to kill me…”

The man sucked in a breath, it clearly takes a large amount of strength to keep himself together as he spoke.

“I need you to come back. -- These past few days without you have been hell. I have nobody to talk to… nobody to hold. I don’t know how much longer I can go on. Burke snapped before we left… grabbed a rifle and tried to kill herself. I can’t let that be me.”

Emmett shivered on his less-than-stable seat, another bout of turbulence plaguing the recording. He looked up to the ceiling, staring for a few moments before looking back to the camera.

“Commander says we’re almost there…”

“If you get this, please tell me where you are... or at least that you're safe. -- I love you.”

With that, the psychic reached a hand over, fumbling with the PDA a moment before the recording shut off.

 

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2 hours ago, NorseTheNomad said:

Tzipora Bronson

 

8 hours ago, Coleision said:

add oberlin dawg

 

8 hours ago, North said:

carmine

 

 

On 2/18/2019 at 7:30 AM, aphasic said:

add rowan? 

 

 

On 2/17/2019 at 8:34 PM, StevieJr said:

Doesn't even add tanner wtf

Kinda done. Will probably flesh out later.

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