Description

Personality

Standoffish and distant, B rarely lets down his guard around strangers. He is very cynical and extremely belligerent towards authority. His cynicism makes him slow to trust or make promises. Believes that people need to be self reliant and help themselves and usually avoids complicated entanglements. However, once a promise or a friend is made he would die without hesitation to keep his word or them safe. Well read and educated for a hired gun, B can mask his natural bluntness with civility when necessary. He often takes on the position of devil's advocate in most situations, not to be contrary but so all options and alternatives are discussed.

Equipment

Cybernetic Eye: Concealed under his eye patch. Sees great distances and zooms in for detailed inspection in infrared and ultraviolet.

.45 Magnum Revolvers: Can be loaded with armor piercing, explosive, or hollow point rounds. Revolvers never jam.
.38 Beretta Semi-autos: 20 round magazines fired very quickly. Sometimes you need a lot of bullets.
.50 Desert Eagle Semi-autos: Gas operated and large caliber designed for space combat. Guns in space.
Combat/Survival Knife: One is for hand to hand combat and one is for skinning, cutting and digging. Life is rough and messy.

History

B's family has lived on the luxury world of Bellerophon for generations. Owning one of the giant floating estates hovering over Bellerophon's vast and beautiful oceans, B's family wanted for nothing. His older sister and younger brother both spent most of their free time playing with expensive toys, watching holovideos in the family's private theater, or playing in the family's private amusement park and sports facility. His father, Dr. Benjamin Bertrand Baskerville III, was a bio mechanical engineer who owned and operated the largest bio mechanical firm in the Alliance. Headquartered out of the Capitol in Londinium B rarely ever saw his father and spent most of his childhood reading and studying alone in his room.

His father was working on a secret Alliance research project to create cybernetic body parts capable of replacing lost or damaged body parts and organs. The Alliance however actually wanted to use the research to create cybernetic enhancements for soldiers allowing them to be faster, stronger, quicker, see farther etc. When the civil war broke out B was just becoming a teenager and the Alliance was getting anxious for results. They wanted all their various research programs to give them the edge to force a quick victory over the Browncoats to gain unification.

A small group of extremists within the military decided to push the research projects along by purposely infecting or maiming family members of the research scientists with relevant afflictions. Many of the scientists and researchers affected by these incidents suspected Alliance involvement, but without proof most ultimately did as the Alliance wanted; or disappeared. Taking more risks and pushing themselves harder than before, many projects started to show some results, at a cost. Numerous unexplained or preventable deaths occurred in the labs among the researchers as well as the new human test subjects; Alliance prisoners from the war.

B's older sister was already at the Royal Medical Academy in Londinium training to become an Alliance medical researcher. B and his younger brother became the logical targets of the extremists and both were infected with a rare condition affecting only the eye, causing complete blindness. After both sons were infected, his mother started going to protests at the Capitol and became more vocally critical about the war and the Alliance government. Meanwhile, the infection had spread in B's younger brother to the other eye. Without a replacement B's younger brother would never see again. His father worked even more frantically than before, desperate to create cybernetic eyes for his sons and hold his family together.

His mother continued protesting and soon was organizing protests all over the Core Planets as well as filing petitions, calling members of parliament and writing to important political figures. She was starting to raise a lot of money for her cause as well as convince some of the more wealthy and influential citizens that the Alliance was corrupt. His father never came home anymore and B's only contact was through spying on his parents' arguments late at night . His father finally finished his work on the project and immediately requested that his sons be allowed to undertake the procedure. Request denied without compulsory military service. His mother was angry and organized a large protest in the Capitol outside parliament. No one knows who started the violence, but in the end the "riot" was put down at a cost of over three thousand civilians dead or injured. His mother never came home.

That night B was startled awake by his father with a sleepy brother thrown over one shoulder. "We have to go now son."

They arrived in secret at his father's labs hidden inside supply bins. In the lab his father replaced his eye first then set to work on both of his brother's. As his father was finishing the second procedure Alliance soldiers surrounded the building and ordered his father to "stand down" over the intercom. His father used a supply bin and a reprogrammed maintenance robot to smuggle B outside the facility while he finished his brother’s procedure. As B arrived safely outside the facility the lab burst into flames as an explosion busted out all the windows and Alliance soldiers breached the building.

B spent two years stealing, fighting, hitchhiking and stowing away on ships through the Border Planets until he joined the Browncoats at 16. Just in time for the final, brutal campaign of the Unification War. After the war B drifted into mercenary work on many of the old Independent Planets until he eventually signed on to the crew of the Emersed.


Extras: Malcom Reynolds

So begins...

B's Story

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#2012-06-17 12:40:36, as written by Free_Polity

His left eye swung nervously back and forth like a pendulum from his book, along the various bookcases lining nearly all the wall space in the cabin and out the starboard side window. Smoke rings emerged into the space gradually, clinging to the back of his book until they sputtered and broke free. B puffed on his cigar as he turned another page, then another. The real eye continued to bounce around the room and gaze precipitously out the window as his head remained straight, the gaze of his fake eye locked on the book through his eye patch. Another page, then another. A heat indicator went off on the right side of his internal display and he turned his head to look through the wall towards the kitchen with his infrared heat sensor. Heat billowed from around the stove and surrounding countertop inside the kitchen; swirling upwards in brilliant reds, oranges, greens and yellows. As he finished turning his head his mind reeled for an instant, struggling to incorporate the colorful display through the walls in the kitchen with the bulkheads of his own cabin coming into view.

As a reflex his right hand moved to scratch at a momentary itch around his fake eye, but at the last moment he gently rubbed the eye patch with three short, well rehearsed strokes for luck. The book lowered gently onto the table and he reached into the drawer. While swinging both legs out over the floor he grasped the revolver and pushed his feet slowly into his boots. Pulling the revolver clear of the drawer, he opened and spun the cylinders with his right hand while he pulled six bullets free from a vest pocket with the left and popped them into the cylinders as they rotated by, one by one. Straightening, the revolver cylinders clicked into place and he sighted down it as it leveled on the door, B spun the gun around his finger in a horizontal and vertical circle before securing it in the holster on his right hip. The shoelaces started sliding through the holes in his boots as he pulled them taut and tied them off.

Dinner looks about ready. Hopefully there is some fruit other than tomatoes this time.

B marched towards the door to his cabin, stabbing the cigar butt into an overflowing ashtray near the door, and flipped a wall switch disengaging the airflow fan above his bed. The fan released a deep *chunk-a-chunk* sound, followed by a sputtering *cough*, a final desperate chug to inhale what it could. Smoke billowed in large folds out the door as it opened and spilled into the hallway. B grabbed his black hat off the wall and rolled it down his arm before flipping it onto his head from the elbow as he emerged through the smoke.

The hallway was metal paneling, conduit, some piping, and more metal in the form of reinforcement struts spanning the ceiling and bulkheads. Uniform and sterile for the most part, but a few wires that never quite got back inside where they belonged poked out colorfully from behind panels and every few struts had some sort of unique scorch or welding mark. Customizations dotted the walls as well, extra displays, manual release valves, some fire extinguishers and a few false backed smuggling panels. His fake eye noticed all the details of the ship. At some point that list of details drifted into memory and he was lost to thought. Each imperfection, redesign, and repair job conjured a memory, told a story of some scrap the crew of the Emersed had lived through over the last few years. The story of who they were and what they stood for, what they did every day.

Keep working to keep flying.

For him the Emersed was more than a ship and crew. It was an idea worth defending, fighting for and dying for if necessary. Something the Alliance couldn’t take. But more than that, perhaps something worth living for.

Careful now. Those kinds of thoughts will end up dulling your edge...

The intercom squawked, jarring B into focus:
Dinner’s up. Come and get it!

B preferred to arrive at the table a little earlier than the rest of the crew if possible. He enjoyed sitting with the Captain in silent reflection for a few moments before the onslaught of the meal. Even a good crew that gets along well has its ups and downs. When everyone works more often than not until the work is done, unresolved issues spill over into the food. While B had no problems with the Captain deciding to leave the pilot behind, and he certainly deserved it given the circumstances, not everyone might see it that way.

We work well enough together to get the job done, but certainly don’t know one another’s minds. And then there’s the new passenger…a complete stranger.

With infrared he entered the kitchen already slightly disappointed there would be no silent time with the Captain. But he tipped his hat to the new passenger nonetheless and remarked, "Ms." *nodding* in passing, as he rounded the corner through the door frame without looking over. She had already gotten food and was seated at the table, barely visible behind her own personal food mountain. He moved towards the counter with the buffet. As he approached the plates he turned towards the Captain and said, “Captain.*nodding* Please and thank you”, and started loading a plate. As he moved through the buffet selecting some meat, vegetables and bread he paused at the fried tomatoes. The right side of his mouth curled ever so slightly but he removed three slices and put them on his plate.

Figures. Better stick closer to the Captain the next time she buys fruit…

Carrying his plate over towards the two already seated he placed it and some utensils down on the table as he took a seat to the Captain’s left. He stared down at the food for a moment, soaking in the smells with his nose and a varied array of colors with both eyes. As B looked up attempting to gauge any dangerous intent emanating from the newcomer he was startled to notice that she was wearing little more than a longish half-shirt and had already inhaled half of food mountain.

This one looks like a handful of trouble...

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#2012-06-17 21:17:32, as written by mombie

So long has she been drifting through the stellar abyss that was the vast emptiness of space and time. Ship after shift; nightmare after nightmare, it was a surprise that anyone could make an easy life of this. For the last three years she has been with Captain Jessie Chambers, a respectful woman aboard the ship Emersed. Now, it was no queen of space, but the vessel would get the crew from point A to point B with minor issues. With her bottom perched atop her lightly clad bed, she combed a brush though the thick silken strands of long winding hair. Usually, she was untidy in appearance, but she was growing tired of looking like a bum and a half. Standing up, she'd set the brush on a table, and turn around to take a quick glance at the ugly scratched embedding deep within that lightly tanned tissue. They were the marks of her most profound secret, and a deadly one at that. Vibeke was no fugitive, just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The dainty doe wasn't about to go spilling the Alliance's misdoings anytime soon. They just wanted her because, well, they thought she would open her mouth at their invention of the disgusting abominations now called Reavers.

"Dinners up. Come and get it!" chimed the Captain over the intercom. That was the moment that she threw a loose fitting pair of slacks and a blouse over her lithe form, then climbed out of her hole-in-the-wall room. Literally.

As she walked down the paragon corridors of the ship towards the kitchen area, she did not think about what happened to the pilot. Over the last three years, she knew that Chambers did not take crap from anyone. It wouldn't be a far-fetched truth to say that the pilot double-crossed her. That person was strange and off from the very start.

Closing in on the dining/kitchen space, she waved with a small smile, "Zdravo, guys." Her place was taken next to B, a man who has been with them for a while. Truth be told, Vibeke had no idea what it was that he did. Most people didn't talk about their history. It was a good idea to keep those things to yourself, you know. When push comes to shove, the reality was simple; someone always caved into the temptation of money. The Alliance offered good bounty for someone that they wanted. Great money, even. Half the time they didn't even keep their word.

Next, those honeyed hues flitted over to August, the newest passenger on Emersed. The doctor did not trust anyone anymore. Not after what she was put through. Especially not after the former Pilot was left stranded on a rugged planet by himself. As laughable as that was, and insane. Watching the girl pile food onto her plate, Vibeke would go as far as to figure that she probably hadn't eaten in days. She tossed B that expression that stated, who in the world is this?, before helping herself to some food.

That was, if August wasn't going to stuff herself like a fat cow.

Settling comfortably within her chair, resting her back against its sturdy spine, she forked some of the plate's contents into her mouth. Of all the places to be feminine and pristine, this was not one of them. Emersed was made up of women who were anything but womanly in attitude and demeanor. Even with men present, there was no reason to be lady like. They understood, anyway. This was what it was like to live on the constant edge; danger everywhere they land, traveling to craggy planes, and dealing with the threat of the Alliance.

Thankfully, the only thing that they hadn't had the displeasure of dealing with was Reavers. These people, well they were people once, were complete monsters. Cannibals, rapists, and murderers, they set their ships flying across the spacial territory looking for their next meal. The tale states that these were human who traveled too far off the edge of the 'verse, but really, they were victims of a terrible Alliance experiment. However, anyone could become a Reaver if they were driven insane enough.

A visible shiver wracked her spine and shoulders at the thought. It wasn't sane to think of them. It just wasn't... to have them always on your mind like the doctor did.

Changing the course of her mind, she glanced over at Jessie, "So, where we go now?" It was obvious that her grasp of the English language was very rough, and her Slovakian tongue a little harsh. Couple with the knowledge of Chinese, she had a very hard time with language. Regardless, the overall tenure of her voice was soft and feathery, not low and brash.

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