WILLARD: DEATH TROOPERS

[CreekMando]

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The shadows of star destroyers loom over the great city planet of Coruscant, it is 9BBY. The Empire’s grip on the galaxy tightens, as the last vestiges of the Jedi Order are eliminated. You are the 12TH STORMTROOPER LEGION, 2ND REGIMENT, 1ST BATTALION, 3RD COMPANY, 5TH PLATOON, 2ND SQUAD. Specialized in dynamic squad tactics and heavy weapons usage.

An outbreak of civil unrest has been reported on the rim planet of RYLOTH, and your unit has been dispatched to join up with the 414th Regiment and 12th Armored Platoon for assault preparations on Ryloth’s capitol, the center of this unrest. But little do you know, the likelihood of you surviving this journey could be near zero.

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ROLES:

Stormtrooper Officer (1/1)
You are a grizzled veteran of the stormtrooper corps. Either reassigned, or you have served the 202nd Division your entire career: from cadet to officer. You are aware of your squad’s capabilities and downfalls, and it is your goal to make sure your squad survives whatever dangers seek them out.

Scout Trooper (1/1)
Specially trained to be as unbearable as possible – or at least that’s what the stereotypes say. Highly trained in recon, long distance combat, and generally acting better than your squadmates. Despite this, you are the weakest member of your squad.

Medical Officer (2/2)
The medical officers are oftentimes overlooked, but needed dearly in times of combat. You are a professional in nearly everything relating to medical technology. You are quite literally the lifeblood of your squad.

Shock Trooper (1/1)
Trained in heavy weapons. Your menacing armor makes you stick out in a crowd, but for good reason.

Stormtrooper (2/Infinite)
The Empire’s finest. You are a rank-and-file grunt of the imperial military. What else is there really to know about a stormtrooper? Your life is simple: follow orders and get paid.

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TEMPLATE:

DISCORD NAME:
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y/N
STEAM NAME:

DESIRED ROLE:
CHARACTER NAME: NAME / OPERATING NUMBER (TK-????)
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:
(CAN BE FREE FORMAT)

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RUNNING THE WEEKEND OF FEB 1-2​

 

[Stanford]

DISCORD NAME: stanford5039
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Yes
STEAM NAME: Stanford

DESIRED ROLE: Shock Trooper
CHARACTER NAME: CT-5039 (Hijack) / TK-5039
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:
A remnant of the grand army of the republic and a veteran of the Clone Wars.... Or well, whatever you can call a veteran. CT-5039 was sent away from Kamino during the last year of the Clone Wars and was trained as an ARF trooper, but due to the "elite" soldiers of the scout trooper program not wanting a clone within their ranks Hijack was sent to be a soldier forced to utilize heavy weaponry. Due to his short lived service, or perhaps due to a good relationship with their commanding officer, they were spared from being discharged unlike many of his brothers.

 

[Purple Knight]

DISCORD NAME: Purple Knight
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Yes
STEAM NAME: Purple Knight

DESIRED ROLE: Stormtrooper Officer
CHARACTER NAME: Lieutenant Brandon Fletcher - TK-1424
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:
A grizzled long-serving officer of the stormtrooper corps, ranked at lieutenant, he's served in countless battles, fighting anything from alien fauna to clones, to resistant dissidents. His career had started not long after the birth of the Galactic Empire, he was trained as a cadet from being a member of a backwater world's Planetary Security Force, where he served as a sergeant, eventually selected for his accomplishments for training as a stormtrooper once the Empire took over, after completing his training he was assigned to the 202nd where his continued accomplishments eventually lead to his rising the ranks and eventually being awarded a combat-commission to become a commissioned officer, unlike most of his peers he didn't take a commission straight out of the academy, and instead earned it through the ranks.

He is a stickler for the rules, a hard-ass but fair in his leadership. He's well aware of his squad, both their capabilities and their limitations. He shares relative camaraderie with them except the clone trooper(s) amongst them, due to him being present on Kamino during its invasion - he feels guilty about it deep down, though doesn't show it.

While still a relatively junior officer, his superiors promised him a promotion if he makes it out of this next mission alive.

<rank on armoured variant incorrect, unable to find an accurate model grrr

 

[Cjtn10]

DISCORD NAME: cjtn10
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y
STEAM NAME: cjtn10

DESIRED ROLE: Shock Trooper
CHARACTER NAME: NAME / OPERATING NUMBER CT-0303 (Nutjob) (TK-0303)
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:


A bastion of the former GAR and faithful clone trooper amongst the thousands that fought off against the Separatist hordes that threatened the Galaxy during the Clone-wars, a former member of the 21st Nova Corps, Nutjob was renowned for his skills and capabilities being marked as a Heavy Weapons specialist responsible for bringing fire-support with weapons such as rotary blaster cannons and explosives, he gained his nickname from his brothers from his unorthodox methods of destroying incoming AAT's alongside swaths of oncoming droids.

Following the great purge and reorganization of the republic into the Galactic Empire, the 21st Nova Corps was then absorbed into the Imperial Military with dozens of his former brothers slowly replaced for regular humans both conscripted and willingly enlisted. After gallant service within his newly re-organized unit, Nutjob was sent to the 12th Legion to replace losses.

 

[Marco]

DISCORD NAME:

marco.7184

ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?:

Y

STEAM NAME:

Marco

DESIRED ROLE:

Scout Trooper


"Art by Blake Rottinger for 'Star Wars: Legion'​

CHARACTER NAME:



CHARACTER BACKSTORY:



Born on Jakku, Inner rim, a scrap world. Nothing more than a landfill, nowhere. Every day was a struggle, barely enoug food to go around, and what scraps of food they bartered for scrap was hardly enough for a family. Her father a scavenger. Her mother, born into crime on a planet far away, dropped in the middle of nowhere, thought to be dead, found by her father while he was searching scrapped ships for a plasmatic induction ring. Then, nine months later, she popped out. That's what they told her, at least.

A desert rat, through and through. Mechanically savvy, curious, gullible, a bit too trusting for someone of her background. Often taken advantage of, scammed out of valuable pieces of equipment only to reprimanded by her father, her tutor, harshly. Every day a struggle. The rare imperial patrols here were treated as punishments for malcompliant imperial ground forces, it was best to avoid them.

Every month, a Hutt trader came in his cargo ship, charging and giving outlandish prices, with a small grace being the grand stories it told of luscious planets with grass and trees for miles, things she never saw. She wanted to escape the desert, see the galaxy with her own eyes. Her friend, the only one she had, thought the same. After all, who wants to do suffer for their rest of their life? They planned to stow-away next shipment that came, to finally escape this world.

Nothing goes to plan however, as tragedy strikes. Her mother falling ill, her father resorting to the Hutt family present on Jaaku for what form of treatments they could provide, selling his organs and enslaving himself to barely pay for the initial stages of treatment. Powerless through all this, she resolved to find a way to help them, whether they wanted it or not. She'd do anything for family.

It was her eighteenth birthday, and she chose to enlist.

Years spent as an imperial soldier, specialising as an on-field service mechanic for vehicles, it paid extra. She remembers the first person she killed, it was a drunk Rodian that was stabbing people with a knife. He lunged, she fired, a lifeless body dropping to the ground. Staring at the body for a moment, placing a facade as she barked at a passerby to clean it up, fitting the part of a brutalist oppressor. She didn't sleep that night.

An opportunity came, three years later. The chance to join the elite stormtrooper legions to a planet she was stationed on. She signed up, she passed. Trained as a scout trooper, able to put her skills to use. A keen eye, and a steady hand was what they needed.

Assigned to the 12th Stormtrooper Legion, she got a new name.

Her name is '91'.
​

 

[Leko]

Spoiler: j

DISCORD NAME: Leko
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y/N Ayup
STEAM NAME: Leko

DESIRED ROLE:
Stormtrooper
CHARACTER NAME: NAME / OPERATING NUMBER (TK-????)
Brandon Hartley, TK-8832

CHARACTER BACKSTORY:

Coronet City had always been a picturesque for anyone who had the opportunity to visit or even live there. The towers, the spaceports, and the countless city streets filled with speeders made it a the center of commerce on Corellia. The planet was known for its mix of cosmopolitan life. The city’s markets, in particular, were a lifeline for locals like Brandon, who worked at one such tapcafe nestled between the older slum-like districts of the city. Brandon, a young Corellian in his early twenties, had always found good enough pay, serving drinks and small meals to tourists and traders from across the galaxy. Before Palpatine's claws tightened around the galaxy, Brandon's tapcafe was usually bustling with off-worlders. Visitors of all types of Species from Alderaan, Naboo, and even as far as Tatooine would come in, filling the store with conversations in countless different languages. But now, as the years under the Imperial regime dragged on, things were changing. With Imperial crackdowns and rumors of rebellious activity growing more frequent, Corellia’s tourism began to slow down. The once lively tapcafe where Brandon worked now seemed more like a hollow shell of its former self. He thought daily whether he would still have a job by the next month—or if the tapcafe itself would even survive another two. As much as Brandon tried to stay hopeful, a growing sense of unease gnawed at him. The galaxy was changing, fast. The Empire's might was on full display. Consolidating power, crushing unrest, and enforcing martial law in some places. The economic effects of it all were creeping into Corenet, too. Each day on his walk to work, Brandon noticed fewer open shops, fewer people, and an increasing number of Stormtroopers on the streets. And then there were the recruitment posters.

ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST.

Everywhere.

It had only been a few weeks, but the posters were now impossible to ignore. They were everywhere. On walls, half-broken holoscreens, and even projected in midair in the bustling plazas. Each one showed a pristine Stormtrooper or officer standing tall, their white armor shining. Beneath them, bold text called out to Brandon: "Defend The City. Defend the Empire. Enlist." A smaller piece of text beneath the main poster promised a path out of economic hardship, offering steady pay, housing, and career advancement. Brandon had never thought of himself as a fighter, and he certainly wasn’t fond of the Empire's tyranny. But as his job security grew shakier with each day, the notion became harder to push aside. Today, on his walk to the tapcafe, the streets felt eerily quiet. He passed yet another closed shop and paused at a large holoposter that showed a Corellian officer in the familiar uniform, standing proud against the backdrop of a TIE-Fighter. The text was the same: "Join the Imperial Navy. Be a Hero for your Hometown." For a moment, Brandon considered it. Maybe this was the way out. The uncertainty of his job, the poverty in the city, the fear of falling into poverty. Could this be the answer? He couldn’t deny the allure of stability, something the Empire was offering on mass. Serve the Empire, they said, and in return, they’d provide a steady life. It was tempting, even though he was sure that commitment truly meant full loyalty to the Imperial Systems. As he resumed walking, he saw more posters lining the streets. Some showed stormtroopers marching in formation, others promised enlistment bonuses for new recruits. He turned the corner, and there it was: the tapcafe where he had worked for years. But today, the sight of it filled him with familiar doubt. Would it be open next week? Would he even have enough credits to make rent this month? Brandon stopped, looked around the quiet street, and felt a shift within him. The promise of the Imperial Order. Law, stability, and security. It seemed closer than ever. Was this the right path? Was this where he belonged?

Maybe, he thought to himself.

And, after a long course of training, he was now on his way on his first Mission, or at least so he thought.

Maybe, this is where i belong. He thought to himself.

​

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[CreekMando]

DISCORD NAME: Purple Knight
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Yes
STEAM NAME: Purple Knight

DESIRED ROLE: Stormtrooper Officer
CHARACTER NAME: Lieutenant Brandon Fletcher - TK-1424
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:
A grizzled long-serving officer of the stormtrooper corps, ranked at lieutenant, he's served in countless battles, fighting anything from alien fauna to clones, to resistant dissidents. His career had started not long after the birth of the Galactic Empire, he was trained as a cadet from being a member of a backwater world's Planetary Security Force, where he served as a sergeant, eventually selected for his accomplishments for training as a stormtrooper once the Empire took over, after completing his training he was assigned to the 202nd where his continued accomplishments eventually lead to his rising the ranks and eventually being awarded a combat-commission to become a commissioned officer, unlike most of his peers he didn't take a commission straight out of the academy, and instead earned it through the ranks.

He is a stickler for the rules, a hard-ass but fair in his leadership. He's well aware of his squad, both their capabilities and their limitations. He shares relative camaraderie with them except the clone trooper(s) amongst them, due to him being present on Kamino during its invasion - he feels guilty about it deep down, though doesn't show it.

While still a relatively junior officer, his superiors promised him a promotion if he makes it out of this next mission alive.

View attachment 40600View attachment 40601<rank on armoured variant incorrect, unable to find an accurate model grrr

Accepted.

 

[CreekMando]

Spoiler: j

DISCORD NAME: Leko
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y/N Ayup
STEAM NAME: Leko

DESIRED ROLE:
Stormtrooper
CHARACTER NAME: NAME / OPERATING NUMBER (TK-????)
Brandon Hartley, TK-8832

CHARACTER BACKSTORY:

Coronet City had always been a picturesque for anyone who had the opportunity to visit or even live there. The towers, the spaceports, and the countless city streets filled with speeders made it a the center of commerce on Corellia. The planet was known for its mix of cosmopolitan life. The city’s markets, in particular, were a lifeline for locals like Brandon, who worked at one such tapcafe nestled between the older slum-like districts of the city. Brandon, a young Corellian in his early twenties, had always found good enough pay, serving drinks and small meals to tourists and traders from across the galaxy. Before Palpatine's claws tightened around the galaxy, Brandon's tapcafe was usually bustling with off-worlders. Visitors of all types of Species from Alderaan, Naboo, and even as far as Tatooine would come in, filling the store with conversations in countless different languages. But now, as the years under the Imperial regime dragged on, things were changing. With Imperial crackdowns and rumors of rebellious activity growing more frequent, Corellia’s tourism began to slow down. The once lively tapcafe where Brandon worked now seemed more like a hollow shell of its former self. He thought daily whether he would still have a job by the next month—or if the tapcafe itself would even survive another two. As much as Brandon tried to stay hopeful, a growing sense of unease gnawed at him. The galaxy was changing, fast. The Empire's might was on full display. Consolidating power, crushing unrest, and enforcing martial law in some places. The economic effects of it all were creeping into Corenet, too. Each day on his walk to work, Brandon noticed fewer open shops, fewer people, and an increasing number of Stormtroopers on the streets. And then there were the recruitment posters.

ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST. ENLIST.

Everywhere.

It had only been a few weeks, but the posters were now impossible to ignore. They were everywhere. On walls, half-broken holoscreens, and even projected in midair in the bustling plazas. Each one showed a pristine Stormtrooper or officer standing tall, their white armor shining. Beneath them, bold text called out to Brandon: "Defend The City. Defend the Empire. Enlist." A smaller piece of text beneath the main poster promised a path out of economic hardship, offering steady pay, housing, and career advancement. Brandon had never thought of himself as a fighter, and he certainly wasn’t fond of the Empire's tyranny. But as his job security grew shakier with each day, the notion became harder to push aside. Today, on his walk to the tapcafe, the streets felt eerily quiet. He passed yet another closed shop and paused at a large holoposter that showed a Corellian officer in the familiar uniform, standing proud against the backdrop of a TIE-Fighter. The text was the same: "Join the Imperial Navy. Be a Hero for your Hometown." For a moment, Brandon considered it. Maybe this was the way out. The uncertainty of his job, the poverty in the city, the fear of falling into poverty. Could this be the answer? He couldn’t deny the allure of stability, something the Empire was offering on mass. Serve the Empire, they said, and in return, they’d provide a steady life. It was tempting, even though he was sure that commitment truly meant full loyalty to the Imperial Systems. As he resumed walking, he saw more posters lining the streets. Some showed stormtroopers marching in formation, others promised enlistment bonuses for new recruits. He turned the corner, and there it was: the tapcafe where he had worked for years. But today, the sight of it filled him with familiar doubt. Would it be open next week? Would he even have enough credits to make rent this month? Brandon stopped, looked around the quiet street, and felt a shift within him. The promise of the Imperial Order. Law, stability, and security. It seemed closer than ever. Was this the right path? Was this where he belonged?

Maybe, he thought to himself.

And, after a long course of training, he was now on his way on his first Mission, or at least so he thought.

Maybe, this is where i belong. He thought to himself.

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Accepted.

 

[CreekMando]

DISCORD NAME:

marco.7184

ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?:

Y

STEAM NAME:

Marco

DESIRED ROLE:

Scout Trooper

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"Art by Blake Rottinger for 'Star Wars: Legion'

CHARACTER NAME:

View attachment 40605

CHARACTER BACKSTORY:



Born on Jakku, Inner rim, a scrap world. Nothing more than a landfill, nowhere. Every day was a struggle, barely enoug food to go around, and what scraps of food they bartered for scrap was hardly enough for a family. Her father a scavenger. Her mother, born into crime on a planet far away, dropped in the middle of nowhere, thought to be dead, found by her father while he was searching scrapped ships for a plasmatic induction ring. Then, nine months later, she popped out. That's what they told her, at least.

A desert rat, through and through. Mechanically savvy, curious, gullible, a bit too trusting for someone of her background. Often taken advantage of, scammed out of valuable pieces of equipment only to reprimanded by her father, her tutor, harshly. Every day a struggle. The rare imperial patrols here were treated as punishments for malcompliant imperial ground forces, it was best to avoid them.

Every month, a Hutt trader came in his cargo ship, charging and giving outlandish prices, with a small grace being the grand stories it told of luscious planets with grass and trees for miles, things she never saw. She wanted to escape the desert, see the galaxy with her own eyes. Her friend, the only one she had, thought the same. After all, who wants to do suffer for their rest of their life? They planned to stow-away next shipment that came, to finally escape this world.

Nothing goes to plan however, as tragedy strikes. Her mother falling ill, her father resorting to the Hutt family present on Jaaku for what form of treatments they could provide, selling his organs and enslaving himself to barely pay for the initial stages of treatment. Powerless through all this, she resolved to find a way to help them, whether they wanted it or not. She'd do anything for family.

It was her eighteenth birthday, and she chose to enlist.

Years spent as an imperial soldier, specialising as an on-field service mechanic for vehicles, it paid extra. She remembers the first person she killed, it was a drunk Rodian that was stabbing people with a knife. He lunged, she fired, a lifeless body dropping to the ground. Staring at the body for a moment, placing a facade as she barked at a passerby to clean it up, fitting the part of a brutalist oppressor. She didn't sleep that night.

An opportunity came, three years later. The chance to join the elite stormtrooper legions to a planet she was stationed on. She signed up, she passed. Trained as a scout trooper, able to put her skills to use. A keen eye, and a steady hand was what they needed.

Assigned to the 12th Stormtrooper Legion, she got a new name.

Her name is '91'.
​

Accepted.

 

[CreekMando]

DISCORD NAME: cjtn10
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y
STEAM NAME: cjtn10

DESIRED ROLE: Shock Trooper
CHARACTER NAME: NAME / OPERATING NUMBER CT-0303 (Nutjob) (TK-0303)
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:


A bastion of the former GAR and faithful clone trooper amongst the thousands that fought off against the Separatist hordes that threatened the Galaxy during the Clone-wars, a former member of the 21st Nova Corps, Nutjob was renowned for his skills and capabilities being marked as a Heavy Weapons specialist responsible for bringing fire-support with weapons such as rotary blaster cannons and explosives, he gained his nickname from his brothers from his unorthodox methods of destroying incoming AAT's alongside swaths of oncoming droids.

Following the great purge and reorganization of the republic into the Galactic Empire, the 21st Nova Corps was then absorbed into the Imperial Military with dozens of his former brothers slowly replaced for regular humans both conscripted and willingly enlisted. After gallant service within his newly re-organized unit, Nutjob was sent to the 12th Legion to replace losses.

Accepted.

 

[CreekMando]

DISCORD NAME: stanford5039
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Yes
STEAM NAME: Stanford

DESIRED ROLE: Shock Trooper
CHARACTER NAME: CT-5039 (Hijack) / TK-5039
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:
A remnant of the grand army of the republic and a veteran of the Clone Wars.... Or well, whatever you can call a veteran. CT-5039 was sent away from Kamino during the last year of the Clone Wars and was trained as an ARF trooper, but due to the "elite" soldiers of the scout trooper program not wanting a clone within their ranks Hijack was sent to be a soldier forced to utilize heavy weaponry. Due to his short lived service, or perhaps due to a good relationship with their commanding officer, they were spared from being discharged unlike many of his brothers.

Accepted as STORMTROOPER.

 

[Toronto]

DISCORD NAME: yarn
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y
STEAM NAME: TorontoTheInjun

DESIRED ROLE: Medical officer
CHARACTER NAME: Jak Borinko (TK-7612)
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:

The son of a farmer, Jak signed up for his local academy when of age, hoping to explore the galaxy. First selected for training as a stormtrooper, and then later for further training as a combat medic due to his background in dealing with farm animals.

Assigned to occupation duties, Jak spent the first few years of his service on a backwater planet mediating petty disputes between the locals. Languishing in the mediocrity of his posting, he put in for a transfer and was assigned to the 12th Legion to assist in their pacification of Ryloth. Now, he has the chance to prove himself in combat---or so he thinks.

 

[Dazor]

Spoiler: OOC

Dazor
dazors - Discord
Can only attend Sunday, if this is an issue - demote or reject please

Imperial Record: TK-7841 "Tucket"​

Designation: TK-7841
Nickname: Tucker
Assignment: 12th Stormtrooper Legion, 2nd Regiment, 1st Battalion, 3rd Company, 5th Platoon, 2nd Squad
Specialization: Combat Medic


Personnel File:
TK-7841, known by his squadmates as "Tucker," was recruited from Ord Mantell, a fringe world known for its criminal underbelly and harsh living conditions. His enlistment seemed to be stemmed less from patriotism and more from a desire to escape a life of scavenging and odd jobs. While his training scores were unremarkable, Tucker showed an affinity for medical procedures, particularly battlefield triage, and was assigned to medic specialization to compensate for a shortage of personnel in that role.

Tucker is not known for exceptional skill or ambition, but his unassuming nature and ability to remain calm under fire have earned him quiet respect from his peers. He’s the trooper who will get the job done—not perfectly, but well enough.


Service Record Highlights:
​

• Assisted in stabilizing casualties during the Korrax Depot Incident, though two fatalities occurred under his care due to supply shortages.​
• Credited with adapting a broken bacta injector to save a squadmate during the Alaris Prime Skirmish, earning mild commendation from his commanding officer.​
• Regularly volunteers for hazardous assignments, citing a preference for "getting it over with" rather than idling during downtime.​

Behavioural Observations:
Tucker is an introverted and somewhat detached individual. Squadmates have noted his dry sense of humour and tendency to make sardonic comments about their chances of survival, which has oddly boosted morale in several engagements. While his performance is adequate, he lacks the confidence and decisiveness typical of Imperial stormtroopers, occasionally second-guessing his actions in high-pressure situations.

Concern regarding TK-7841's motivations and inability to fully control, but observations will continue before re-assignment


Current Status:
Deployed to Ryloth as part of an anti-insurgency operation. TK-7841’s medical expertise will be critical in ensuring squad viability, though his lack of initiative may hinder independent decision-making in chaotic scenarios. Intelligence suggests a high probability of significant resistance, and Tucker’s ability to cope with sustained conflict remains uncertain.


Command Recommendation:
TK-7841 is a functional but uninspired asset. While not a standout performer, his reliability in routine tasks makes him a useful support trooper. No further development initiatives recommended.

​

 

[CreekMando]

Spoiler: OOC

Dazor
dazors - Discord
Can only attend Sunday, if this is an issue - demote or reject please

Imperial Record: TK-7841 "Tucket"​

Designation: TK-7841
Nickname: Tucker
Assignment: 12th Stormtrooper Legion, 2nd Regiment, 1st Battalion, 3rd Company, 5th Platoon, 2nd Squad
Specialization: Combat Medic


Personnel File:
TK-7841, known by his squadmates as "Tucker," was recruited from Ord Mantell, a fringe world known for its criminal underbelly and harsh living conditions. His enlistment seemed to be stemmed less from patriotism and more from a desire to escape a life of scavenging and odd jobs. While his training scores were unremarkable, Tucker showed an affinity for medical procedures, particularly battlefield triage, and was assigned to medic specialization to compensate for a shortage of personnel in that role.

Tucker is not known for exceptional skill or ambition, but his unassuming nature and ability to remain calm under fire have earned him quiet respect from his peers. He’s the trooper who will get the job done—not perfectly, but well enough.


Service Record Highlights:
​

• Assisted in stabilizing casualties during the Korrax Depot Incident, though two fatalities occurred under his care due to supply shortages.​
• Credited with adapting a broken bacta injector to save a squadmate during the Alaris Prime Skirmish, earning mild commendation from his commanding officer.​
• Regularly volunteers for hazardous assignments, citing a preference for "getting it over with" rather than idling during downtime.​

Behavioural Observations:
Tucker is an introverted and somewhat detached individual. Squadmates have noted his dry sense of humour and tendency to make sardonic comments about their chances of survival, which has oddly boosted morale in several engagements. While his performance is adequate, he lacks the confidence and decisiveness typical of Imperial stormtroopers, occasionally second-guessing his actions in high-pressure situations.

Concern regarding TK-7841's motivations and inability to fully control, but observations will continue before re-assignment


Current Status:
Deployed to Ryloth as part of an anti-insurgency operation. TK-7841’s medical expertise will be critical in ensuring squad viability, though his lack of initiative may hinder independent decision-making in chaotic scenarios. Intelligence suggests a high probability of significant resistance, and Tucker’s ability to cope with sustained conflict remains uncertain.


Command Recommendation:
TK-7841 is a functional but uninspired asset. While not a standout performer, his reliability in routine tasks makes him a useful support trooper. No further development initiatives recommended.

​

Accepted.

 

[CreekMando]

DISCORD NAME: yarn
ARE YOU IN THE SHORT STORIES DISCORD?: Y
STEAM NAME: TorontoTheInjun

DESIRED ROLE: Medical officer
CHARACTER NAME: Jak Borinko (TK-7612)
CHARACTER BACKSTORY:

The son of a farmer, Jak signed up for his local academy when of age, hoping to explore the galaxy. First selected for training as a stormtrooper, and then later for further training as a combat medic due to his background in dealing with farm animals.

Assigned to occupation duties, Jak spent the first few years of his service on a backwater planet mediating petty disputes between the locals. Languishing in the mediocrity of his posting, he put in for a transfer and was assigned to the 12th Legion to assist in their pacification of Ryloth. Now, he has the chance to prove himself in combat---or so he thinks.

Accepted.