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Sgt. Ronald Jacobson

Escapism has many forms. Mine is a ship.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SkullJester

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Name: Ronald "White Swan" Jacobson
Age: 27 years old
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green

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Flies a self modified Shuriken Corvette of the Trader Emergency Coalition, or TEC for short. Modified with a more advanced Far Jump and Warp Jump engine, missile silos from a Javelis LRM Frigate, and a small range Drive-EMP pulse array.

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When the Vasari and Advent both returned to TEC space, Ronald signed up with the Titan Class Ragnarov ship known as the Gaea Crusher. After three years, at the age of twenty, he was given pilot training, as well as courses in Deep Space Mechanical Engineering. After four years service. The TEC began to fall apart, from the inside. When the official Rebellion began, two years after the rumors, Ronald fled. The TEC was no longer whole. The ideals were split down the middle, with no where for this traditionalist to live safely between. It was time to go. And so he fled.

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Sgt. Ronald Jacobson's Story

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The world was new, not only to Ronald but to a greater part of the known galaxy. Even to a coward like him, a war criminal in his people's eyes, this was not an unfortunate change of pace. Still outfitted in his war attire, his pilot's suit, the Sergeant wondered the alien streets, paranoid but open to something, anything. Running for so long...how long had he been in stasis...weeks, months, years, decades?

When he'd woken up, his ship was being pulled into orbit. He almost got shot down by what looked to be ODPs, but evasion had always been his strong point in the academy. Still...a lot of the people here reminded him of something he'd been running from, the Advent, but...well, they didn't terrify him to the core just by being. No...it seemed peaceful here...Besides the war. Everywhere, war...

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All around, noise and movement. Aberdeen pressed her back to the wall, simply watching the commotion pass her by. This place...This was the escape she'd been promised? This planet was just the same as her own. Civil war, anger, high density...It was a pressure cooker. This place could just as easily suffer the same fate. Create another her or fifty. She frowned, pushing herself off the wall and moving into the crowd with her robes pulled tighter around her. This was no true salvation...

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He must look strange, a human being, here. The Trader Emergency Coalition never went out this far into deep space. The furthest the companies had ever gotten was just barely past the green star Oberion X9-1X, and that took the TEC to the very extent of their technological prowess, and that was saying something.

His ship was fine, undergoing repairs. Luckily, while his currency was no good here, parts of the ships...shipment of mineral was apparently priceless across the galaxies. Arnirinium was still worth something, even all the way out here. It brought a smile to the man's face.

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Aberdeen scanned the crowds, looking for dangers and possible followers from her homeworld. The government had used her for a decade as their secret weapon, politically and physically. However, it looked like her kind was only closely related to the locals of the planet. Biometrics popped up constantly, mostly a people close to her own. However, there was one worrisome hit. She almost stopped walking when she saw the readings, but she forced herself to keep walking slowly, only pausing enough to stare at his appearance. Military...It wasn't her own world's, was it? Could he be resistance...There was no mistake, he was the same kind as she was and that thought terrified her. She pulled a hood over her head, trying to cover the biotic eye. Could he be safe to approach...She wanted to make sure that he wasn't after her...They couldn't know what she looked like now, could they? She'd been on a ship for years.

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The man stopped for a moment. That girl. She was looking at him. He counted in his mind the number of charges left on his side arm. Ronald wished he had his SIR with him, or something bigger than that. He could smell it, hostility, all around him. He was terrified now, almost panicking...but then he remembered where he was. How long he'd been asleep. The TEC would think him dead now. The TEC might not even be around anymore. No...everything would be okay...

Instead, the Sergeant chose to approach her, rather than wait for her to come to him. His hands far away from his weapons, his approach calm and as non-threatening as he could make himself out to be, Ronnie waved out to her. She looked...human. Not his kind of human, but different from those on the rest of the planet, obvious aliens aside...He really wanted to pop a suppressant but...he was trying to kick his habit...

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Aberdeen jumped back slightly at the sudden wave. She slowly turned her head to stare at him openly for a few moments before raising a shy hand to wave back. She couldn't tell what his intentions were, her scanner was picking up mixed emotions, but she could tell that he wasn't dangerous for now. She slowly nodded her head, again moving the hood to cover her yellow eye and adjusting her gasmask up her face slightly. "Hello..." she replied quietly, her voice muffled a little, but also sounding amplified somehow by the gasmask. "Do I...know you?" she questioned, holding her breath in wait for the answer.

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"I hope not. I'd hate for you to know me. That means I didn't run far enough." Open about your cowardice now? Taking pills and drink and stasis-drugs to get around the fact that you're normally a yellow-bellied shit? Good man, Ronald. Good man, soldier.

"I uh...just arrived on world maybe two days ago. Just woke up about two days ago. Long sleep, that stasis. A lot longer than I honestly intended." His face was cut sharp, rough stubble surrounding his muzzle and cheeks, obviously battle-worn military attire, despite his relatively young age. He had the trained eyes of a killer, a soldier, a man who'd been to war, and he hated it. And he knew he'd never escape it either.

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Aberdeen visibly relaxed at the answer, her shoulders falling from their stiffened, upright position. She seemed to take in a few breaths quickly before shaking her head and letting her hood fall back to her shoulders. "Ah...Good, good. Not that...you're running, but..." She seemed to giggle softly, showing her youth. "It...looks like we've both run far enough, then. I...thought you might be here for me." Her yellow eye moved almost independently across him, taking in all the information on his armor. It was powerful...much more powerful than her own planet. Everyone around seemed to be more advanced than her people. Of course, now she was the cutting edge of her people and she was almost matching up. "Sorry...if I worried you, but you kinda worried me."

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"No no no...don't worry about it too much. I'm kinda used to suspicion. Who was a Rebel, who was a Loyalist, who was an Advent Spy, who was a Vasari implant, blahblahblah. All I grew up with was a constant state of corporate wars that eventually turned into one big galactic war. Suspicion is...well...yeah. All I'm really used to." His posture was rigid, but not formally so. If anything, Ronald was beginning to relax, even if he did still want his suppressant.

"My name is Ronald Jacobson. Sergeant, call sign White Swan. What about you?"

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Aberdeen gave a deep bow, her hair falling around her face as she straightened up. "A pleasure to meet you, sir," she stated, sounding as if she was rattling off a speech. "My name is...Aberdeen. You can call me what you like, though. I've...just escaped from war myself. Though...I don't really know if I've really escaped. It's pretty tumultuous here as well. A pity..."

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"Eh. War is everywhere. Everyone always wants something that someone else already has. Or two people want different things and can't comprise. The TEC knew nothing of war for almost two hundred years of peace and the bam. When I left, we'd been at war for almost fifty years straight without the briefest of pauses. Kinda unfortunate, really. TEC space used to be so beautiful."

When Ronald was comfortable, he could talk, long winded and excited. He wasn't really comfortable right now, but he could at least pretend. "So...how old are you, Aberdeen...? I know its kind of rude to ask a lady her age but...to run away when you look so young..."

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Aberdeen nodded slightly at his explanation, shifting almost uncomfortably, but forcing a small smile. "Ah...I'm around twenty-three or twenty-four...Not really sure, you must know how space travel is with time perception. Especially since I was technically a stow away..." She laughed slightly, pushing her hair back into place and once again adjusting the gasmask. "I guess I'm young, but...the government really didn't care about that. I was the asset they needed..."

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"I know what you mean. During the first war with the Vasari, many peaceful mining worlds, farming worlds, things like that were industrialized and militarized to fit the needs of the growing war effort. I was drafted into service at seventeen. Well, I signed up, but the recruiters can be pretty forceful." She wasn't that much younger than he was, but she certainly looked it. As far as he knew, most men not even in their thirties shouldn't have crow's feet and wrinkles, or graying hair.

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She sighed softly and nodded a little. "I can't speak for recruiters...I didn't actually have a choice. My parents died when I was six and the government took over as my...guardian, I suppose. I was part of the anti-war effort from then on. I've never actually seen combat, though. They didn't want to send their poster child to war until I was of age...And I escaped before they deployed me, thankfully." She blushed slightly as she realized she was spilling her life's story to this almost stranger. She'd been on a ship so long with only one person to talk to...maybe she was lonelier than she thought. She frowned and stopped talking, pushing her gas mask up again.

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"Me? I just ran away from it. One war was enough. I didn't really want to be a part of another one. I barely made it out of the first, and a second didn't sound so appealing, especially when the TEC began to break apart." The prosthetics in his chest, legs, and feet began to ache when he thought of them. Fake ribs, fake solar plexis, fake heart and lungs, fake left leg and foot, minus the flesh. That was still real. The wonders of modern medical TEC care. "So, why do you wear the mask? The atmosphere can support me well enough."

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Aberdeen blinked a few times and shook her head. "I...can't. The percentage of oxygen isn't high enough..." she mumbled, the mask making her voice still come across clearly. "And it serves other functions for me." She shuffled again, she shouldn't be so flustered. She'd been groomed to talk publicly for years, to act braver and more assured than she felt. Maybe she'd lost that training, too, on the ship. "Like you, I've had a lot of repair work done. My lungs, windpipe, and vocal cords were ravaged by chemicals and radiation when I was young. The gas mask fixes those things. Or makes them appear fixed."

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Ronald wanted to ask more, but he already knew he should leave her be about it, at least for now. She clearly didn't want to talk about it, so he'd let it slide. "Have you heard of the TEC? I mean, everyone knows about it back home. Even the fringe worlds and the borderlands." Ronald would gaze across the sky, bewildered by its color, the clouds, the sun and stars that were obvious even in broad daylight. He knew he was hungry, but he still had no idea where to go for that, or even for shelter. He'd just been sleeping in his cabin since he got here. He'd probably just do that again.

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Aberdeen tilted her head and slowly shook it. "I've never heard of it...My homeworld isn't within close range of any other systems with life-supporting planets. It took us seven or so years to get here...and that was through...some strange circumstances." She glanced around as he seemed distracted. Her rescuer and the rest of the crew were at the ship, but she didn't know if she could return anymore. They would leave soon, even though they might never get back...She sighed softly and looked him over. "So...do you know what currency is here?"

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"I have no clue. I've been using some crystals that the TEC uses as fuel, basically my off this planet if I ever want to leave. It seems to have some worth here, so I'm using it sparingly to get by. Well, not that I have to worry about that. I have enough in my cargo to get me through a few months at least. Seems an ounce is worth a pretty penny. And I got almost a ton." True enough, he could sell it all and get rich, but Ronald had never been one for that kind of life style. He new he'd probably just keep running forever, just in case the TEC tracked him.

The penalty for desertion was twenty years jail time, and then either exile on an ECW, or public execution. He wasn't keen on either.

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Aberdeen sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I see...So they're open to bartering if the item has worth here. That's workable," she mumbled, half to herself. She shook her head. "We didn't mean to come here, so I'm not really prepared to stay here." She shifted her feet. "Maybe I should tell Favrin...We need to come up with a new plan..." she added, now talking to herself. She came back for a moment, blinking and looking back at him. "Sorry...I tend to think aloud."

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