Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Drake is tall and slim with shoulder length black hair, tied in a pony tail. His large eyes are emerald green, flecked with specks of obsidion black. His face his pale due to the large amount of time he spends away from natural sunlight. He wears a tight fitting black body suit. Over this he wears a black shoulder rig which supports a large calibre automatic pistol. The rig is worn over the top of a worn red leather blast cape, fastened to the shoulders of the body suit. The suit itself is armoured with six plates of moulded kevlar. There are two on the upper torso, two protecting the gut, two around the upper thighs and two on the shoulders. He wears kee high boots reinforced with the same material.
Drake wears little jewelry, but around his tapering neck he wears a silver crucifix on a long chain. On his right hand he wears a simple gold ban set with a single amythyst. Curling into his left ear and down his hollow cheek is the ear piece and wire mic for his communicator.
Drake is a black-hearted villain with no remorse or mercy. He would sell his own mother into slavery if he thought he could turn a profit. He deals in arms and slaves.
A matt-black automatic pistols chambered with .45 ammunition. The pistol has been modified with extended 20 round magazine and a slide mounted reflex sight.
A six-shot riot grenade launcher
a F2000 bullpup assult rifle
Tear gas grenades
40mm shotgun shells
A Galaxy class sprint-trader. A narrow knife shaped ship, the aero-dynamic design allowing it to reach faster than light speeds
50 man crew
500 tonne cargo capacity
deceptively large combat cababilties: 4 large gain las-lances, 6 torpedo bays.
wandered into the dark hold, the flash light mounted on the barrel of the grenade launcher. He smiled as the beam of light illuminated his captives. "Welcome to the Hinterlight." He called.
Drake Sternn moved down the acces ramp, balancing the grenade launcher in his hands. He kept the light on Cloasse's face. "So pretty one, what's your name?" He asked mockingly.
Drake turned away, moving to Kai, switching the light onto him as he moved. "How about you?" He asked
"You can look like that if you want, but silence will earn you a nice bruise." Drake said softly, wrapping his hands around the grenade launchers grip.
Drake turned his light on Sophie and replied. "It couldn't be worse. If it were worse you would be dead." he chuckled, before speaking softly into his headset. slowly the lights flickered, and with echoing thunks rows of halogen strip lights flipped on, revealing a huge space, packed with supply crates and the prone form of emicated slaves.
Drake Sternn turned back to Cloasse, switching off his torch. "You read alot don't you?" He inquired a mite unessessarily.
Drake Sternn turned back in rage, his slim finger tightening on the trigger. The grenade launcher went off with a dull thud, sending a beanbag round carrening through the still air towards Sophie's throat. "I have enough slaves here to turn a profit, one or two are exependable. You would be wise not to fuck with me." He spoke ominously to all the assembled slaves
Drake Sternn Looked at the winded girl at his feet. "You are healthy, you are expendable. So watch your rather gobby mouth." he replied to Clo, reloading the launcher.
Drake Sternn got down on his knees to bring his keen eyes level with Clo's. "I know what is bad for you physically. A beanbag to the chest." He leered, poking the launcher barrel into her chest.
Drake Sternn let out a bark of laughter. "What would you like to read missy?" He lowerd the launcher and got back up, not breaking eye-contact
Drake Sternn "Well, I have some of the Thousand Lion Philosopher Thesis' on advance rune craft. Would those do?" He asked, in an almost mocking tone.
Drake Sternn opened a crate by his left foot. He Snapped the hermetically sealed crate with a hiss of air. He pulled out a beautiful first edition of the book, covered with gold leaf and beautiful illustrations. "I'ma pirate. Sometimes I hit it big." He grinned.
"Well, its either that, or I tazer you till your unconcious." Drake's voice had dropped menacingly.
Drake Sternn chuckled darkly and put the book back in its crate and walked back down the long hold, looking in various crates. He snapped open a matt-green crate and pulled out a box of ammunition and a short barreled shotgun. He walked back to the prisoners and stood stock still, loading the shells into the weapon.
Drake Sternn put the shotgun down and hunkered down next to Kai. he turned his silvery eyes on the cowering creature and pulled a large packet of ration bars from another crate.
Drake Sternn split the packet of bars and threw them out in a wide arc. "You want food, go and get it." Drake bellowed. he hopped up onto a crate stack and picked up his grenade launcher. "There is one catch. I see you, you go down." He added
Drake Sternn "Well this is th only food you'll be getting today, so if you want it go get it." Drake called from his vantage point, raising an ominous crack as he loaded the beanbag rounds.
Drake Sternn continued to watch his captives, eyes narrowed. "So you don't want the food? Fine. No more rations till the auction."
"Oh, did you not twig that smart ass? i swear i hinted at that earlier,
Drake Sternn "What did you think? I was going to use you myself?" Drake hooted mockingly.
Drake Sternn "Are you calling me an idiot?" Drake asked, raising his grenade launcher.
Drake Sternn fired a beanbag round a few inches above Cloasse's head. "I suggest you cut the smart stuff. Or the next one stops your breathing." Drake's voice was no more than an evil hiss
Drake Sternn watched as his captive turn away, while the other one began to wake up.
Drake Sternn "Well, your not restrained, if you find it in the crates you can use it." Drake called down.
Drake Sternn layed the grenade launcher on the ground, but not too far out of reach. "I may look as if i don't care, but you are profit. If you die, I loose money. Take what you want."