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Connor Langley

"It hurts to say that sometimes there isn't a good choice, but only a bad choice and a worse choice."

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a character in “Nebula's Dawn: Lance of Liberty”, as played by Redred33mer

Description

Name: Connor Langley (Cah-ner Laneg-lee)

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Age: 24

Place of Birth: Earth

Gender: Male

Occupation: Federation Operative (Recently placed and reassigned on the F.S.S. Redemption)

Rank (If Applicable): F.S.S. Operative, Sergeant Second Class (And whatever that amounts to)

Appearance: Connor has blue eyes and shaved brown hair. He has a heavier look upon others, but when leading can have bit more of an upbeat attitude. He has a bit more of a build, as most soldiers do, from his rigorous training. He's conditioned for endurance, however, not to be the strongest. He has more of a rugged look when his face isn't masked by his helmet. He has a scar that runs down from the top of his neck to his left wrist, as well. Over the 3 years he's been serving, and the 9 years before that when he traveled with his father, he has grown an almost permanently tired expression on his face.

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 192lbs

Personality

General: Connor analyzes situations before charging into them. If something doesn't make sense to him, he is not afraid to question it, even if it's his superior. When he makes a decision, he's determined to follow through with it and lead others into it if necessary. To his fellow operatives, his resolve

When on the topic of religion, he believes that there must be a source of all energy int he universe, that matter did not just spawn from nothingness as scientologists would have others believe. But, he does not practice an organized religion.

Through the various tasks and settings of adversity he's been ordered into, he has displayed some higher level tactical sense among squads and platoons. Some that have served with him do have a higher respect for him, and some that command him use him as a valuable asset.

Likes:
- Guns
- Computers
- Some literature and philosophy
- Music
- Chess
- His job

Dislikes/Phobias:
- Homosexuality (He's okay with people being homosexual, but not okay with it happening in front of him)
- Disruptive people
- Superficiality
- Dictators

Quirks/Idiosyncrasies:
He taps when he has nothing to do or when he's having a conversation, usually making some sort of beat as he's interested in music. He bites his nails as well, for no particular reason.

Equipment

- V-6-75C.AR (Variant 6 75 Caliber Auto-Rifle)
- V-4MD (Variant 4 Magnum Destroyer)
- ALX Class Sirinium Armor Suit - Infiltrator Variant
- Fusion Splicer
- Standard Federation Operative Equipment

Subject to change over time

History

When he was a young child, his mother was killed by an insurgent attack on Earth. His father was later offered a job by the federation that would feature interstellar expansion and possible scenes of combat. Since his father couldn't leave Connor on Earth, he traveled with his father. He's been to numerous planets, working with his father in his engineering field. He never had a stable home, as his father would be pulled to one place then the next because of his work, but Connor became well educated and awfully knowledgeable with computers and machines. When he was 17, his father was called out on a job down on a planet surface, but never returned. It was reported and proven that his father, Ryan Langley, was killed. He joined, more specifically, the armed forces of the Federation the year after, went through the standard 3A-3C and Training Summit, and was one of the few of his class to pass and go on to be an operative. Recently, he was stationed on the F.S.S. Redemption and will be sure to see a new frontier.

So begins...

Connor Langley's Story

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Aboard the F.S.S. Redemption.

While everyone was having their powwow at the billiards table, Connor was nowhere in sight from the pool table. In the room where he was, there was only one set of lights on. It was rather silent, as he was the only one there.

"One more," he said, his stomach muscles strained. His legs were wrapped on a bar suspended from the ceiling, and he was hanging upside down. He pushed himself to do one more sit up before his upper body went limp, and he hung there for a moment. His t-shirt was on a chair near him, his sweat dripping a line of water on the floor. Connor was in the weight room. He closed his eyes as his body finally relaxed. He was sure of a new mission, but he didn't know what it was, or if he was even involved. Commander Walker did just as he was asked, and revealed only as much as he needed to. Was that a bad thing? No. Could it be better? Anything could be better. "I can do better."

"One more," he pushed himself on again, struggling to pull himself up all the way. He finally did, then let his body sink down again; he almost lost grip of the bar holding him up. Did I ever do enough to stop those things? Questions like these would ravage his mind, and if it wasn't enough, then he'd try harder so he could prevent it for next time.

"C'mon..." his voice trailed off. "One more," he repeated. There was always room for one more, he thought, until you finally collapsed. He almost made it up all the way, before his muscles gave in from countless repetitions of this exercise just today. Most days he was in here at odd times. When everyone was getting all revved up over an eminent training exercise he was pushing himself to his limit in this room, would have a small grace period between then and the exercise, and then he'd follow all the soldiers unto the Commander's mandated training, and if he wasn't doing that he'd be playing chess with someone. If it did so happen that he'd suffer more during training because of his own physical exercise, he couldn't complain. It was his choice and he would have to endure the pain until the end.

He almost dropped to the floor, losing balance, but caught himself. For the moment he dangled there. It seemed that everything in the world had just stopped as he enjoyed the relative silence. He closed his eyes, just to think. He only came here a week ago. There wasn't much the rest of the soldier knew of him. Perhaps they will deem that he does not have the experience as an operative to go on the next mission, Connor thought.

"Let's try again," he told himself. He was talking to himself, but why wouldn't he just think it, instead? "One... more!" He tried one last time to do a successful sit up, and through what seemed to be a bone-crushing moment to him, he finally did it, but as soon as he let his muscles go he fell to the ground this time. He broke his fall with his arms, his face red from hanging upside down for so long, and his hair permeated with sweat. After a moment of just lying on the floor, he brought himself to his knees, and saw a dim reflection of himself on the shiny floors. He stared at himself and his reflection peered back, finally bringing his attention away from it and reached for his shirt. Connor used it as a rag, wiping his forehead with it. He sat in the silence that would reside in the weight room, putting his shirt on.

Silence... Was it taunting him or was it befriending him?

The setting changes from The Milky Way Galaxy to New Sidney

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On board the Redemption
Two weeks before the Salient arrived at the Arcurus System.

James lifted his wrist and with is other hand typed in a code allowing him speak through the ships intercom. "Attention crew, this is Commander Walker. We will begin our decent into New Sydney shortly, prepare for turbulence. Once we have arrived I will expect everyone to report to their post and obtain their mission briefing from their direct superiors." And with that the commander switched the comm link off and walked over toward a nearby safety rail, holding onto it tightly with one hand as he observed the decent patter on the screen in front of him.

As the ship began to shake from the turbulence, the commander glanced at his hands, steady. his mind lingered on thoughts of his wife back home. Shortly after they lost their son in the accident, after funeral and the crying, James notice a slight trimmer in his wife's hands. At first it was subtle, but as it got worst as time went on he convinced his wife to consult a doctor. The results showed nothing was physically wrong with her, it was post-traumatic stress disorder. James was reassigned shortly after her diagnostic. Maybe I left too soon. He thought as gripped his free hand into a fist.




Nataliana walked briskly to the common room just outside the living quarters. As she arrived, the ships internal intercom buzzed before James voice came through.

"Attention crew, this is Commander Walker. We will begin our decent into New Sydney shortly, prepare for turbulence. Once we have arrived I will expect everyone to report to their post and obtain their mission briefing from their direct superiors."

Another short buzz from the intercom and the message was over. Nia looked around at all the soldiers, some were still playing their card games, a few stopped what they were doing and looked at the lieutenant. "Right, you head the man." she said walking over to the main computer terminal, typing a few words and and pressing her hand against the screen as it scanned her prints. Immediately the things in the room began to static and disappear; the dart board and the darts, the pool cues and the balls, the playing cards, they all disappeared.

There were a few moans and complaints from the men, but the room quickly quieted down as the entire room began to shake, "Tighten up. were heading into the atmosphere ." Nia yelled as she took a seat nearby. The several moments of turbulence soon past and the ship was sailing smooth again. The lieutenant stood up to address the room again. "Alright gents, we have a job to do. I need every one in here now." she shouted towards the living quarters, a few more men walked into the commons. the part of the ship served as the common area and living quarters for all the marines, making it an ideal location for their briefing room.

Nia waited for everyone to join in the commons before continuing. "Let see, I'll be calling the names of the unfortunate ones that will be joining me for a stroll on the surface. Two four man squads, and i don't want to hear any complaining on who didn't get to go. Commander picked these names himself. Joseph it be the leader of the second squad." she motioned to one a black officer leaning against the wall. "Henry, Ricky and Conner, you three will be with Joseph. Gabriel, Frank, and Pete, you guys are with me." Several men looked around the room at the soldiers whose names were called. Nia knew why, if she got to pick the men going, she wouldn't have picked to newest members for this mission. "Alright, if I called your names, gear up and meet at the drop off in 30." She said before turning to leave, before she was able to make it to her room she heard Ricky voice.

"Drop off? what's that?"

A few men laughed loudly as Nia tried to hide her annoyance. "The Orbital drop station. the location at the back of the sip where we... get dropped off. We on a classified mission, a transport ship is to public. we'd need air clearance. The rest of you shits are on security rotation." She said before entering her quarters and shutting the door behind her.

The setting changes from New Sidney to The Milky Way Galaxy

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Aboard the F.S.S. Redemption

"Attention crew, this is Commander Walker. We will begin our decent into New Sydney shortly, prepare for turbulence. Once we have arrived I will expect everyone to report to their post and obtain their mission briefing from their direct superiors."

Connor found himself picking up his things and heading down to his quarters to get dressed, but to do that he had to go through the recreation center, where the majority of the soldiers were. He wasn't particularly anti-social, but he didn't necessarily want to deal with others' complaints and issues at the moment. As he began walking through the corridor, the ship began to shake from the descent into the planet's atmosphere. The shaking caused him to go down to one knee, and when it was finally over it took him a moment to stand back up. He was exhausted from his training, but he had orders to follow and a job to do. He walked into the room, some soldiers snickering as he did.

"What's so funny?" he said, looking over at the soldiers sitting at the table.

"Nia's gonna be so pissed," one said. Connor looked at them in confusion.

"What do you mean?" The soldiers began to laugh.

"Dude, you just missed Nia's briefing, any regular commander would rip their damned peon for that," the soldier said, waiting for Connor's response. He mouthed the word, "fuck," before gathering himself again.

"Where'd she go?" he asked.

"Back to her room, why?"

"Well, I should approach her about what I missed," he said, his voice trailing off. He began walking to where he would find Nia, before one of the soldiers called out to him.

"Connor!"

"What?" he said, annoyed with the soldiers now.

"Don't die-"

"How 'bout don't get shot on your first deployment, freshmeat, or should I call you meatshield? I need a new one since my last one wore out," he said, interrupting the antagonizing soldier. It sent everyone hollering in laughter as Connor smirked and finally got to Nia's door. He knocked on the door, waiting for her response.

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The lieutenant wasted no time undressing after shutting the doors to her quarter. She only had a few moment to enjoy a much needed shower before arriving at the drop off. She began to hum a tune from the song she was named after. When she was younger, Nataliana hated her name when she was younger, she hated that song and her mother for choosing it. Her mother was a harpist in the Mars Symphony Orchestra, and even played for various leaders of the Galaxy, this was the level of status in which the lieutenant grew up in, first name bases with the powerful people. Nia hated it all, but now, in her later years she has grown fond of it's elegance and the ironic contradiction of her personality. She is basic in regards to her needs, wanting to be appreciated for her work and praised for her high level of skill.

Nia continued to hum as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was only able to but one foot in the warm water before she heard knocking at her door. Goddamnit she thought as she want back in her room. her hand was on the key code to open her door before she realized her was completely naked. "Goddamnit!" she yelled as she hurried to pull on her trousers. Nia scanned the room for a top, anything would do so she grabbed the first thing she could find, which happen the be a white tank top, slightly see-trough but that didn't cross her mind as she pull it down over her head, shoulders and chest. She didn't even bother straightening it or pulling it down further to cover her midriff before typing the unlock code into the keypad by the door.

The lieutenant leaned one arm against the doorway as the door slid open. Her eyes were annoyed, but not angry. A small hit of surprise flashed across her face as she recognized who was knocking. "Connor? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the drop off? Why are you in you PT gear?" As she asked she adjusted her tank and cross her arms, only now wishing she opted for a less reviling shirt.

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Written with conspicuousconartist in RPG Write.

Aboard the F.S.S. Redemption.

Connor looked at Nia dead in the eyes; he wasn't afraid of leadership, he was afraid more so of the truth. He opened his mouth, gulping, preparing himself for the worst of what could happen.

"I was in the fitness room when you gave the briefing apparently, making my way over to the recreation center where you'd probably give the briefing to everyone, and judging by the shit I got from all the other soldiers, I missed something important," he said, his voice still confident.

Nia bit her lip as she heard Connors explanation., waiting for him to finish before uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her hips. "So you missed what the commander said over the intercom? You are supposed to report for your briefing, the fitness room is not a long walk exactly." Connor remained in his rather stiff posture, listening to what his commander had to say.

"It's not an easy walk when the ship is traversing the atmosphere, and I did hear Commander Walker, but what did I miss anyways?" he asked, getting a little more to the point. He wasn't interested in all the little details or critiques on his lateness to a briefing. The consequences of his actions would run their course, he thought.

The lieutenant lowered her eyebrows at Connor's response. Was he giving her attitude? She moved closer to him and raise her voice so that other people could hear, "I don't care if you lost one of your fucking legs, you come when you're ordered to." She looked him up and down before continuing, "You are to report to Lieutenant Joseph. You're in his firing team for our mission. We're going on the surface of the planet to gather information on the insurgency." She said with a calmer tone than before. Connor looked at her a bit more sincerely, not arguing with his commander, but rather agreeing.

"Thank you, lieutenant..." he said, his voice trailing off. "I'm sorry for wasting your time," he said in a lower voice. In his mind, thousands of scenarios of how the future could play out, what he could've done, started simulating in his mind. He expected something like, "Sorry doesn't cut it," or "Just don't do it again," or something of which would doubt him. But that's only because he doubted himself

Nia turned to looked back to the shower calling her name. Being trapped in a tin can for months at a time with mostly men was enough to make even the most rugged woman feel unclean. The lieutenant was one of the few female Marines on board, but the others were pilots and technicians mostly, not combat effective. She turned back to the Sargent Second class, keeping a stern look on her face. I can't believe Commander Walker wanted him as second in command of this mission. She thought.

"Well like I said before, you should be getting ready for the drop off. Have you done a drop off since training? The pods we use are a lot smaller and faster than most, designed for quicker insertion. Were you one of the ones that you throw up in the pod?" she asked with a slight smile.

"It's tough for me to handle the feeling of free-falling, but not much makes me vomit," Connor replied, "but that's only just a small part of the mission." He glanced over at the clock, and then began looking around the commander's quarters. His mind was always jumping from one thought to the next, sometimes he could be taken as not paying attention to the situation before him, but that wasn't necessarily true. The fact that Nia's top was a bit revealing didn't really seem to phase him. "Will we be given any information on the terrain or enemy's influence in the area?" he asked, thinking a bit further ahead for himself as an individual. "It'd help to give a general mindset of how we should go about this mission," he added.

"Well I did throw up my first few times." She admitted. "The drop off can be a bitch." Nia looked back into her room as she noticed something catching Connors attention. There was several articles of clothing thrown about everywhere and the trash was over flowing. This was not considered an acceptable living condition for a Marine officer, and Nia felt slightly more embarrassed about her filthy room than her inappropriate attire.

She turned back to Connor once he began asking more about the mission. "Never been to New Sydney? The whole place is a desert. We'll be landing near the outskirts of the city of Atom, a cliff city. We should be hitting ground a few hours before the first sunrise. As far aw we can tell, the insurgency isn't base in the city, but there has been reports of small enemy convoys traveling through. So we set up just out side the city and log any suspicious activity we see leaving or entering Atom." Nia explained as she glanced at the clock; there goes her opportunity to take a proper shower.

"Alright," he said, thinking more deeply inside his mind about the mission. "I'm going to go get ready with what time I have left," he said, waiting for something reminiscent of a dismissal from the lieutenant. If it wasn't for the trash or herself, Nia might smell Connor's sweat stronger.

"That would be wise," the lieutenant agreed. "See you at the drop off Seargent," she said before stepping back and typing the lock code on the keypad by the door, shutting it it immediately. Once she was alone in her quarters again she lifted her arm and brought her nose closer to her armpit, checking herself and quickly pulling her head back up. Eyes widened, she quickly wiggled out of her pants, leaving them on the floor as she pulled her tank top off and headed to the bathroom.