Catabolisher

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Catabolisher
Player: @Lybido
Origin: Natural
Archetype: Scrapper
Security Level: 50
Personal Data
Real Name: Rego'Shal Rendah Jakarr
Known Aliases: Rego
Species: Feloria Pantheris (Anthropomorhic Jaguar)
Age: 29 (Human Years)
Height: 6'5
Weight: 207
Eye Color: Dark Violet
Hair Color: Light Grey
Biographical Data
Nationality: Andoan
Occupation: Former GFA(Global Felorian Alliance) Soldier; Former Freedom Fighter; Former Space Rogue; Vanguard Gauntlet Division - 1st Class
Place of Birth: Tsoni Medical Facility
Base of Operations: Formerly Russkyo, Andoa; Vanguard Base
Marital Status: Formerly Engaged; Single
Known Relatives: Unknown (Most likely all deceased)
Known Powers
Inherent Felorian Vigor, Agility, & Strength (7 times more superior than the average human)
Known Abilities
(GFA Infantry Training)- Armed & Unarmed Combat Including H2H, Melee Weapons, Short-Medium Range Rifles, and Handguns

(GFA Officer Training) - Land & Air Vehicle Assault (No Oceanic since Felorians fear water) (Vanguard Ops Training) Weapons Training, Device Training

Equipment
Cloaking Device, Cybernetic Arm(R), A mix of giant weapons (Usually a battle-axe), Emergency BPB (Bionic.Proximity.Bomb)
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The Past...

I didn't really know how to tell the others. I’d found out something that would change the way we lived...forever; if you really can call it living. This information was far beyond my clearance and pay-grade….but it was everybody’s business. I’m just a lieutenant though. The officials I overheard in the conference room should learn to talk about classified information more discreetly. It’s common knowledge in Feloria that the Rikti have been trying to expand their territory to different planets, invading and draining them of their natural resources. No one knows where they came from or how they even came to be. Some years back, word had just spread throughout the galaxy that a group known as Rikti were making hostile planetary takeovers. Rumors surfaced that Feloria was next on their list, which made a lot of sense. Feloria is bountiful with natural resources. The Rikti have also been known to take people onto their ships as hostages, more than likely to be used later for slave laborers...or something worse. After overhearing General Vidar, all these supposed rumors had been confirmed, and myself along with the head officials were the only ones who were gonna know about it--not if I have any say in it...

They’re nothing but power-hungry sell-outs, the whole lot of them. I told my fiancee and best friend everything I’d heard. Who else could I really trust after hearing all that? The real answer was no one. The two were also GFA(Global Felorian Alliance); medic and scientist….not exactly soldier material. They didn't take the news so well. The fear in their eyes, had a leeching effect on my very own conscience. All that training, commitment, and discipline to get to where I was in GFA seemed redundant in regards to the way my emotions bounced around that day. I was definitely more angry than scared; angry that my government and GFA were communicating with the Rikti; angry that they were going to surrender and sell off practically our entire planets population into slavery and resources for what...their pathetic lives? A bullshit promise of a place among the Rikti? I can’t believe they actually think the Rikti would be willing to cooperate with any of them considering their reputation. Well to hell with the Felorian government and GFA. I refused to let the information I’d obtained be heard in vain...

After about 3 years, Feloria was all but its vibrant and lush looking self. Half the planet was just one giant war-zone. The rest may as well have been a graveyard. I guess in a sense it’s my fault. Had I not mentioned anything that day, perhaps so many lives wouldn’t have been lost. Maybe the slavery was better than death. That’s something only a slave would know...and certainly not something I could ever answer. I was not captured. Not long after I informed my former fiancée and best friend Goren about GFA’s plan, the information soon leaked out publicly, then nationally, then eventually anyone who had eyes or ears knew something about it. Naturally most people didn't believe it, but it was a huge enough rumor to start a global revolution with a destructive agenda to abolish government and GFA control; a revolution that I almost regretfully supported. I regret it for all of the allies I was forced to watch give their lives away to a cause that had no happy ending. 3 long years that revolt lasted. It became as common as the air we breathed to hear the sound of constant gunfire and screams in the distance. All that changed when the Rikti finally got here. When that happened, there was nothing but silence.

For a while I roamed through space as a rogue, keeping a low profile. In some systems I was wanted for treason. I had my ear to the ground so to speak about the Rikti’s movements and always tried to stay up to date with their latest activity. It wasn’t hard to find out. I still had connections on the inside--some who escaped like me, undercover loyalist, acquaintances in different quadrants, others for obvious reasons I can’t mention. That lasted for about a year before I finally got word of the Rikti’s next target; Primal Earth. But there was something unique about this particular target. I'd never heard of it. My contacts in the ISF (Intergalactic Security Federation) hit me with intel that I couldn't comprehend at first. Not only had our government learned about the Rikti's movements, but that they're expansion was far beyond that of just a universal scale. They're expansion was of cross-dimensional magnitude. For a while even our own government had some knowledge of different galactic corporations experimenting with cross-dimensional portals and worm-holes, but it was very hush-hush. But how and why were the Rikti already trying to cross dimensions when this universe hadn't completely fell under their influence? Were their forces that big enough to expand to so many locations? How were they able to cross dimensions? And how the hell did ISF stumble on all this? Even my contacts weren't liable to tell me everything. So I went searching for answers...and blood. I spent some time hunting Rikti all over space. Following more intel, I tracked a small fleet of Rikti heading through an empty quadrant of space reported not to have any landmark locations in the database. To my advantage, the ship I'd stolen on Feloria came equipped with one of the most advanced cloaking devices to date. It was compact and very fast. I tailed the fleet an before long I saw with my own eyes, their way into the alternate dimension. It was a portal...

Constantly engaging the Rikti allowed me to learn a lot about them before I crossed over; how to kill them…how they think and act; things of that nature. It certainly paid off when I tracked them all the way to Primal Earth. I don't know what I was thinking when I sped through that portal. Maybe I just really felt as if nothing was left for me in this dimension. Or maybe even fear of finding out that my loved ones were really dead. Even now, its hard to say. I can even say that apart of me just wanted to die. I was alone. I almost didn't make it before the portal collapsed. After the warp, my ships systems were out for days before the power returned. My rations were low and I didn't have much fuel. Strangely, the Rikti ships were nowhere to be found when I came out the other side. It could have had something to do with what Jayala was saying...the fact that the cross-dimension may have been parallel to our own; reason being that after the ships systems were back online, it easily recognized several planets a few systems away. And they were all the same planets from my own dimension--the exact same waypoints. Was this really some place different? Was anyone from my own dimension already here? A stupid question knowing the way things worked with those higher powers back home. How I found Primal Earth though ....is complicated, but I got there. My arrival was not welcomed. My ship was seized before I could even find a place to land, but I knew I was in the right place. The Rikti had been here and still were. It looked just like it did back home. I was immediately detained, analyzed and eventually questioned by what appeared to some kind of military power whom I later learned to be Vanguard...


The Present...


Before long I’d told them enough info to just barely get them to trust me; at least thats what I thought. They didn't kill me. It was like that on Feloria. I doubt they believed anything I told them, but since I was still alive, then they knew something I didn't know. I was under constant surveillance and eventually earned the freedom to walk about with anyone "supposedly" watching me, but I knew it to be nonsense. All of my time spent in their custody, all I could think about was my bad memories, and my hatred. How couldn't I when everyday I'd see Vanguard medics wheeling in more of their screaming wounded...just like at home. It got the best of me. At my next questioning I opted for a chance to prove my worth and fight alongside the Vanguard in battle against the Rikti. I didn't have a way back, let alone a real home to go to and I just couldn't take the screaming anymore. Sooner than later I was aiding the Vanguard in what I learned to apparently be their second war with the Rikti. In fact...I'd learned more about the Rikti that ISF probably never could or would have told me. Somehow, I started to gain Vanguards trust and even the notice of some of the higher-ups because of my abilities on the frontlines. The Gauntlet Division wasn't so bad. In fact, their structure was almost strikingly similar to GFA’s infantry division. Vanguard had done a pretty good job resisting the Rikti if the planet lasted this long. I could probably boast that it’s remained that way mostly because of me, but then I’d be hogging all the credit from all my new allies. Humans are definitely a unique species; nothing like my kinfolk. I’m not entirely sure what happened here on earth before the first invasion, but I was told that humans naturally were not always as powerful as they are now. I haven’t taken the time to browse their library for the full history lesson, but whatever happened, I’m glad it did. The struggle with the Rikti now is hard enough despite their current capabilities. It would be Feloria all over again if they were even a small fraction weaker...

Suffice it to say, I've been aiding Vanguard for about 9 months now and Primal Earth is actually...manageable. The air is breathable and I have somewhat of a family again, yet the future still seems cloudy in my head. And then there is still something that troubles me at night. Sometimes I question why I’m really fighting in this on-going battle. A part of me feels like I’m fighting to avenge my fallen for what happened over 3 years ago.I sometimes have nightmares about them fighting in battle and getting slaughtered over and over again; nightmares about my fiancée being taken away on that ship and never seeing her again. These things still plague me. But then...there is a part of me that has grown attached to this planet and some of its people, and now I want to fight to protect 'it' as if its my home all over again. Perhaps it’s both. I don’t really know. I guess I’ll know after the last Rikti has fallen at the edge of my axe. After all that’s what’s most important, regardless of the way I feel about it...right?

[Curious about some of the unmentioned events that took place in between? Strike up a conversation ICly and maybe he'll spill his guts....if you buy him a drink]

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