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Ben Owens

It's not about who's got the bigger guns but rather who can fly those guns down your throat.

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a character in “Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient”, as played by whscorbin

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Personality

Ben is a very somber and careful person normally. While he does smile and joke around at time there is always doubts and fears flickering around in his mind. His past had turned him into a very hardened and dedicated person but it had also torn scares into him that have never healed. These scars allow him to do what he does best though, never having any fear of dying or of taking lives when needed.

His mind is in constant motion and he seems to pay attention to a thousand things at once. Going along with this is a powerful inability to stay still, he always wants to be on the move when possible. It was thought that these two traits are what makes him such a good pilot, his reflexes being far beyond that of a normal person.

As an insomniac it's not odd to find him working or walking when everyone else should be sleeping. Ben has very few personal connections or friends in his life. He cares more about his fighter than about other people and never allows any work to be done on his fighter without his direct supervision.

Equipment

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Prototype fighter, one of a kind. Faster than most but only pilotable by a handful of individuals with advanced reflexes. Has a full array of quantum missiles. Out fitted with dual chain guns a prototype phase cannons.

History

Ben grew up bouncing from foster home to foster home. He was abused in some, neglected in other and generally did not have a happy child hood. He ran away at the age of 13 and began a small life of crime stealing cars. Everyone who knew him back in this time never saw him smile once. He was a haunted soul with a mind that was too smart for it's own good. The only time he could calm down and be at peace was when he was driving something, the faster it was the better. In three years he had moved up from jacking cars to being a getaway driver, it wasn't long after that chance that he was caught. The judge gave him two options, either go and join the academy or go to jail. Ben chose the former. After the academy training Ben had finally found an organization that would let him do what he love, go fast. He owes everything to the military and is keen on returning the favor.

So begins...

Ben Owens's Story

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Ben Owens

With everyone else milling around Ben stood in the middle of the crowd, his fingers twitching slightly as he waited. He did his best to control himself since he knew that he could get into a lot of trouble here, he'd seen the Lieutenant Commander chew men out for random things. Well, they seemed random to him. He noticed more than a few people shooting glances at her but he didn't care, when it came to the ones giving the orders it didn't matter what there private parts were. Just as long as they let him fly.

Ben kept his smile on his face as he made his way through the crowd, the only good thing about the wait was that his fighter was already being loaded and prepped. He couldn't wait to get in her again, she was an amazing thing. Shaking his head to clear his mind he looked around and at the people gathered around, some looked rather young for this job and others looked as though they should be back home with there families waiting to die.

It was then that the announcement started to wring out, with a small frown on his face he made his way forward not sure of what was going on. He flexed his hand again glanced around, ready and eager for what was to happen next.

James Grey

James stood with his eyes closed leaning on the gate, to anyone else it probably looked as though he was dozing off. In his head he had ARCHE going through he systems and pulling up progress reports and status updates. He shouldn't technically be doing this but many of the features on the ship were designed by him and had never really been tested properly. He'd be damned if he was gonna let go of his little projects so easily, at the very least he'd make sure they didn't blow up on them all. As one of the two main engineers on board he would be busy most of the time but he would still have to make sure everything was running properly...and maybe making a few additions here and there.

In his head ARCHE was reading off reports on various systems as he dove in and out of the computer systems as quickly and quietly as he could. ARCHE wasn't exactly standard issue, having been designed by James himself so if he got caught ARCHE might be permanently deleted. James didn't care though, it would just be a few weeks work to create another one. As ARCHE made another run into the system James thought about this job.

It would be the first time he'd ever been out in deep space, most of his time had been spent in labs and on stations. It would be an interesting experience but he couldn't help but wonder why he was here. Now granted he was a genius but still, most people wouldn't be assigned to a ship like this at his age. Something had to be going on.

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Ben blinked more than a few times as the flurry of people rushed past him to the Lt. Commander. It seemed that one of the up sides to being a pretty woman was that everyone wanted to talk to you. Ben had always thought that he was someone who couldn't stop moving and yet he was quickly out paced by all of them. His eyes couldn't help but move to the walked combat suit and give another chuckle, he'd thought his fighter would be the only prototype inboard. His hand gave another little tick as he pushed up to the balls of his feet to look at them all. Glancing from one to the other in quick succession made it so that he registered a lot of information all at once, the medic was a guy was one of the big things that jumped out at him. Glancing at all of them as they introduced themselves made him remember military protocol, he'd been busted more than once for ignoring them. With a sigh he stepped forward into the group and patted the battle suit on the shoulder as he addressed the Lt. Commander. He heard one of them answer the Lt. Commanders question about experience so he thought it would be as good as any place to pop in. "Owens reporting in ma'am. More than a few tours of duty done already as a pilot." Ben casually stepped a little to the side after speaking. He didn't want to get trampled in the rush of them all and if he could stay out of the brass's sight for a while they might not stop him from flying for anything stupid.

James Grey

James couldn't help but hear all the commotion, it was happening only a few feet in front of him. He ignored it as it started and focused on the job at hand, shifting through the tone of information ARCHE had managed to obtain and make sure every system was doing okay. With his eyes closed James could have ARCHE tap into his visual cortex and project it all onto his eyes, basically turning his eyelids into computer screens when needed. James checked everything twice, system status's, energy fluctuations, even the environmental temperature settings. When he was done he couldn't help but smirk a little, all his prototypes were working perfectly even though they hadn't gone through the proper testing yet. He opened his eyes a little and blinked a few times as they adjusted, the sight in front of him almost made him laugh himself to death. They were all gathered around the officer as though they were dogs at a show, trying to make themselves look the best out of them all. The most notable thing though was the suits, he hadn't realized that they would be on the ship. He had accidentally stumbled upon there plans and information while going through various firewalls back on the station. He hadn't made them but he knew the person who had designed them, he couldn't help but be a little impressed. Naturally he could do better but still, not half bad.

While pondering this James attention was drawn back to the single female voice amongst it all. how many of you have been on assignment before?
James couldn't help but give an unconscious shrug at that, his only assignments were research and development. Not the most impressive things. James quickly gave his head a little shake as he remembered what was important, even if he'd never been deployed he had more knowledge about how things worked than anyone else. His brains would make up for whatever lack of experience he had. Even so, he couldn't help but try and make himself a little smaller, never directly acknowledging the Lt. commander

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway
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After the short conversation with his brother, Atomsk started looking around. Being Planetary Operations Commander meant anytime these people were on the ground they were under his command. A good commander knew his men. He didn't want to walk up to each person individually. He liked the see what he could glean at first glance and then see how close he was later. It was a game to him. He opened up his cigar box and lit one up. Cigars were for thinking.

He saw his brother of course, and growing up and working with him enough gave him an intimacy few soldiers and commanders could achieve. But he also saw another man who was in a suit very similar to Jon's. He seemed to be observing everyone from a distance like him, but more in a combat sense rather then the person as a whole. He looked like the kind of man that lived for battle, but little else.

Alice Chen. He recognized her and knew quite a bit about her. A very skilled commander, but similar to his brother. Rules were everything. He never got people like this. Rules can't cover everything, and trying to seemed futile to him. But people tried. And so did she. He could already see a bumpy relationship.

Next was a girl that had the nasty disposition that he normally only saw in men. Straightforward. Bland. He was guessing Medic or Engineer. Those types of people only seem to like dead (or dying) people or machines.

He also noticed a man who interested him the most. A man who had a careful look on his face saying he was used to living on the run. Observant. A man he knew he'd come to like. Rules meant little to him. He would be helpful.

He didn't get to finish before a man instructed them on board. The others would have to come later. He walked in with the others. Ready to meet the crew.

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James Grey

James looked up at the Lt. Commander as she called him out. He silently cursed to himself, he'd wished to go unnoticed and yet he'd done the exact opposite by being one of the few who didn't approach her directly. He stood up strait and gave a quick and informal salute to her, he'd never gotten used to the strictest military ways on stations. When working only on a station were everyone knew each other it was rarely called upon to do the whole salute thing. James did his best though, bringing his feet together and everything as he stood at attention, or at least his sloppy form of it.

He'd never met this Alice Chen before but from the way everyone was acting she was most likely a big deal, it wasn't normal for everyone to crowd around a single person all the time. He glanced at her and didn't see anything too remarkable, she looked like the type of person who was more focused on the job than anything else. ARCHE started to draw up her service record automatically but James cut it off, there was no point in doing things that way when he could do it in a personal way.

He said with a small smile on his face. "That correct. Engineering department, I'll be making sure this hunk of steel actually moves. Your Lt. Commander Chen correct?" It was probably obvious already, his inexperience. Everyone else was using quick and simple speech while he on the other hand couldn't help but add a little flourish to everything. He made a mental note to try and correct that at a later date.

James turned slightly as the announcement came on, he didn't even bother to check his card or anything. Even if they did remove him he would simply put himself back on, his babies were here so he would be also.

Ben Owens

As the announcement rang out Ben pulled out his card quickly, seeing it turn green he spun it lightly on his palm as he looked around. There were a few people in the hold who's cards had turned red but almost everyone who had gathered around the commander was holding a green card. He wasn't worried about it turning red on him, as long as his fighter was here he would be too, there was no way he'd let anyone else pilot that thing. Ben's hand clenched again involuntarily form being on the ground for so long, all this waiting around was pointless in his mind.

With permission to enter Ben didn't see any reason to be holding back, he moved quickly and yet as calmly as he could manage past the gate and into the ship. His eyes took in everything quickly and easily, he strode in the front of the people coming on board, unlike them he had no real interest in the briefing. Every part of him urged to turn away and start toward the hanger but sadly he had no idea where it was yet, it would only get him lost if he did so and there might be important information for him to learn.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: James Grey Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway
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Once the hall had filled, and Captain Colter being the last person to step in the auditorium, the Admiral finally began to speak. His voice over the speakers quickly quelled all digressing conversations and attention from the parts of the hall that were not present before soon faced the Admiral. It was resounding, firm, courteous, and resolute, aspects of an Admiral’s voice, specifically Aronimus’ voice. Yet there were subtle undertones which took on a different nature, one that was an overtly paternal voice, one with experience that was no less marked by the vicissitudes of life than any other person of his age.

“Welcome to the Salient, I am Admiral Aronimus Weston,” he paused and awaited the crew’s appropriate response which was a round of applause.

Then he continued.

“I will make this briefing…brief. First off, all of you who were assigned to this ship vary in past field experience, but that does not make you any more or less privileged than your fellow servicemen on board this ship for the duration of this mission.”

The Admiral then called upon Alice Chen and Atomsk Dunaway to platform. As he said this, their profile images and names appeared on the viewing screens, as if on cue, for all the hall to see.

“Lieutenant Commander Alice Chen is my second-in-command, should I be busy and unable to fulfill my duties then Commander Chen will address them for me under her own initiative. All ship crews, pilots, technicians, medical crews, and Science corps personnel will answer directly to her. As for Mr. Dunaway, he will be the Commander for all marines and security personnel; you will directly answer to him. These two will be my top subordinates for the duration of the mission lest some incident prevents either of them from fulfilling their duties.”

The Admiral then told the two officers to return to their seats.

Then he paused to regroup his thoughts, at this point he was at a juncture. He could tell them a truth, which would scare some to the point of requesting re-assignment, or he could leave the matter alone, believing the old saying “what you don’t know can’t hurt you.” However, he decided to err on the side of truth, simply because that was who he was.

“I will not lie to you. In this mission, like all missions, there is a chance that you will die. I address this to each individual on board, right here, right now, in this room. I must present to you then, a decision. You can choose to stay and complete the mission, or you can choose to re-assign yourself elsewhere. Should you elect the latter, we will gather your personal belongings and transport you back to the station via drop ship.”

He paused, awaiting reactions. Some began to look startled and scared. Others accepted the news as nothing new.

“For the rest of you, we are departing immediately, command crews head to the bridge. I trust you will be able to find directions for yourself. Marines please follow Captain Colter to the Barracks section of the ship and set up your belongings. After which command will revert fully to Commander Atomsk Dunaway for the remainder of the trip. Thank you all for coming to the briefing...so...promptly.” The last bit was a touch of sarcasm that Admiral amused himself with.

The Admiral left the platform immediately, heading through a smaller corridor that led directly to the bridge. He had said all that was needed to be said.

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Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: James Grey Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway
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He stood as he took the Admirals words very seriously. He thought he had made a decent impression. He also looked forward to talking again in the future. He disagreed with the arrogance though. He didn't believe he was arrogant. He simply didn't like rules. Or people undeserving of their ranks. He smirked when the Admiral brought up the insubordination and attempted court marshals. He loved the failed attempts at his post. To him it meant that the rules he broke weren't as important as the good he did.

As the Admiral turned to walk away Atomsk said a very respectful "Thank you. sir" with a slight bow, even though the Admiral had turned away. He was excited to talk again in the future. At this point he walked to a comm terminal close-by. He input a code that would give him the intercom for a minute. After he had control he stated a message for his portion of the crew. "Attention all military personnel. This is Commander Atomsk Dunaway Meet in Barracks 1 in 45 minutes. We will be performing a mission brief along with a few evaluations as well as forming our squads. Captain Eli Colter please meet me at Barracks 1 immediately for per-brief." He was aware of Captain Colter's position on the ship and wanted to size him up. He was sure they would be working together closely and wanted to start building a relationship fast. He began a brisk walk to the Barracks. He wanted to get as much talk time as he could.

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James Grey

James walked slowly down one of the many passageways of the ship, his head bowed slowly so that he was looking at the floor; or at least he would have been if his eyes were open. Anyone who had worked with him before would know what was going on, James was letting ARCHE run a thousand processes through his brain as Grey used his very own mind as a computer for his work. Since none of the people who had known him were onboard though it probably just looked like some shy guy keeping his head down or maybe someone sleep walking onboard the ship.

On the outside James looked just about as peaceful as could be, every muscle relaxed as he moved slowly without a clue where he was going. On the inside was another story, on the back of his eyelids thousands and thousands of points of data flashed around and moved as though they had a mind of their own. This was James’s storm, and he was right at the center of it letting all the information swirl around as he absorbed as much as he could. Every piece of data on how the ship was doing was going through his mind, all illegally obtained by his internal A.I. It was necessary though, without it he couldn’t tell if his prototypes were working correctly and if they didn’t work correctly the ship might very well go boom. James had been making corrects the entire time, compensating for minor fluctuations and problems that were showing up in the codes and issues with the installation. All things considered his little projects were working amazingly, especially since they had never been tested fully.

James stopped for a second as he looked up, his eyes opening for the first time since he’d boarded. He’d seen the whole briefing via a camera feed that ARCHE had tapped into but he hadn’t actually had any contact with anyone except for Lt. Commander Chen. That encounter had ended with her walking away and him getting carried away in the storm of people without getting to answer.
He touched his temple slightly and let out a sigh as he thought. It wouldn’t be good for him to be a loner here, he’d never been the best with people but he still needed to find some allies. At the very least he needed to make sure he didn’t make too many people angry with him.

Ben Owens

Ben let out a small sigh as he scooted himself out from under his fighter, he’d never seen anything so amazing before and it just took his breath away that he was the one who got to fly her. He moved quickly to wipe his hands down, bouncing at the balls of his feet as he always did. The thought of flying had him brimming with energy again and he couldn’t stop it, a small smile masked the flurry of thoughts within him. Even after all his training he still ended up accidently skipping the briefing to work on his fighter, he hadn’t even noticed that he did it. The moment they had let him on board the ship he had planned on being a straight shooter, he just happened to see his fighter out of the corner of his eye while he was walking through and just had to make sure everything was okay with her.

Ben looked her over again as he stood in the doorway, he couldn’t help but feel as though he was the only one who should be allowed to work on her. It wasn’t that the mechanics were good it was just that in the end it would be him out there in the fighter so it would be him who took all the risks. He couldn’t help but think that he should be the one making sure she was flight worthy also.

He turned on a pivot and headed out of the hanger, his arms at his sides and his back as straight as a board. No matter what anyone had every said he had to admit that the academy had drilled more than a little discipline into the young street racer that he used to be. He’d always be thankful to the military, they had let him get his life in order and they had let him do the one thing he loved to do. Fly. There were a few other perks though, food for instance. With that though Ben turned to head out of the hanger.

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James Grey

James couldn't help but flinch as he heard his name called on by the admiral. A thousand possible reasons why he was in trouble flashed through his mind. He had not even been on board for any real length of time and he was already in trouble. He had to assume that it was regarding some sort of problem since he was being called to the admirals’ quarters and not to the bridge or engineering room; that is where he would expect to be called if there was simply something that he needed to do. With that thought he had ARCHE run a quick check to see if there had been any detection of it in the system. He wouldn’t be able to tell for sure of course but James couldn’t help but think that it was a little too easy, ADAM should have stopped him by now.

James turned down the hallway, his eyes still closed as he consulted a map of the ship to find out where he needed to go. He was not too far away from the admiral and it would only take him a few moments to get there, best not to keep him waiting if possible. With that thought he moved from his previous slow and easy pace to a quick walk. James opened his eyes as he walked quickly down the hallway, the light of it causing a few spots to pop up in his vision which had gotten too used to being closed. They would disappear in a few moments but they were always a little bit of a pain when they first show up.

As James neared the room he could not help but have a small shiver of worry come over him. He had never been in a situation like this and he couldn’t help but let his inexperience run through him. He had never been very capable when it comes to dealing with the chain of command; he hoped that this all wasn’t going to blow up in his face.


Ben Owens

Ben yawned as he headed back to the hangar. He’d already eaten his fill and stored most of his gear, the only thing that he could think to do was check on his fighter one final time before getting out of there and perhaps hitting the hay. There wasn’t a whole lot for a pilot like him to do, no real need for him to be flying when there just traveling through space.

Ben moved as he always did, a little faster than most and on the balls of his feet as though ready to spring on anything in front of him. His time on the street had taught him to take notice of everything happening around you, it could help pick out a mark or anything like that. His time in the cockpit had taught him the same thing, you wanted to be able to see which ships were on your side and which were trying to shoot you down. As Ben walked this aspect of him kicked in as he noticed a thousand small things that he normally wouldn’t onboard a ship. Once again he saw the suit of armor striding through the halls and he even though he saw what looked like an android but that couldn’t be right. It seemed that everywhere he went there would be odd things happening. He was just happy that for the moment he wasn’t a part of it. He had to admit though that he was getting board, something that happened all too often for him.