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Veon the Coward

A cold, pragmatic soldier-for-hire, who's natural gift for violence has all but crushed his innermost desire for peace.

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

Description

Veon Baratheon Ennis
"The Coward"

Age: 33
Height: 6'2
Weight: 190 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Grey
Race: Human

Veon Ennis, known professionally as Veon the Coward or simply "the Coward" is a mercenary who operates in various systems. He is known for rarely, if ever, removing his signature gas mask and for the efficiency and indiscretion with which he does his work.

While little is known of Veon's past, the story of how he received his nickname is common knowledge, as it is story often told among soldiers. On Veon's very first assignment, he found his superiors commanding him to detonate charges that would destroy an entire City-Tower on the planet Dossun, killing seven thousand men, women and children. He hesitated, finding himself unable to perform the task. While being berrated by his superiors over his communicator, and being called "a coward. The lowest of all cowards," his will finally eroded. Answering simply with the words "that I am," he detonated the charges, completing his mission. It was from that moment forward, that he donned the mask out of shame, though it is argued what shame he hides from: having nearly failed his mission out of cowardice, or that he went through with it and killed seven thousand people.

The Coward is an incredibly formidable soldier. He has been known to fight as many as three enemy soldiers simultaneously while completely unarmed and to eliminate far greater numbers of them with proper weaponry. Veon is quite resourceful, skilled in exploiting both his environment and his enemies' weaknesses. He has survived many apparent deaths and performed seemingly impossible feats such as catching knives thrown at him and punching through seemingly solid brick.

The coward's arsenal is just as deadly as the man himself. He carries a variety of firearms for various assignments, though his standard appears to be a customized Westinghouse M-28 Phased Plasma Pulse rifle. This firearm he refers to as "the Tool" and has proved inhumanly efficient with it, having used it to cut through waves of obstacles with the precision of a surgeon. Veon also carries two MF-134 Brokade handguns, several frag, chaff and flash grenades, a long vibroknife for cqc and a length of garrote wire. The knuckles of his gloves are comprised of the same, hyper-dense compacted plastic that parts of his armor contain and thus can be considered weapons themselves.

Psychologically, Veon's career has taken a toll on him. While he began with a sense of duty, honor and optimism, he now suffers both paranoia and clinical depression, both brought on by guilt over his actions and the belief he is far past the point of redemption. He views himself as a terrible monster and has on some occasions wondered if there was ever any human in him to begin with. The only reason Veon has not committed suicide to this point is that he views it as "the cowardly escape" and does not wish to shame himself further with it, though he has come close to defying this belief on more than one occasion. Several near attempts to end his own suffering were averted by either an incoming transmission to his ship or by a simple fear of dying.

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The Xuchilbara


The Coward's ship is a modified Tanto-class interceptor. Nauseatingly fast and over-armed with offensive capabilities, the Xuchilbara's greatest weakness is it's rather basic shielding system. While he has had ample opportunity over the years to upgrade this to something more fitting his profession, Veon the Coward has seemingly forsaken this precaution, likely out of some unconscious desire to finally be stricken from the sky.

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So begins...

Veon the Coward's Story

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"Damnit," grumbled Veon, pushing his ship, the Xuchilbara, has hard as she would go, trying desperately to close the distance between himself and the smaller fighter he pursued. This chase was pulling them far too close to the high orbit of Terra, and the Xuchilbara's sensors were detecting a large military presence in the area.

Veon the Coward was on an assignment for some private organization, one that Veon was rather certain was criminal in nature. He had persuing this target, a former TNG Admiral, for two sectors and the old man had put up a terrific fight.

Until Veon burned down the Admiral's home, with his elderly wife inside.

From that point, fight had turned to flight and the Coward suspected that portion of the encounter was nearing an end as well. Veon hailed his prey.

"Oh god! You monster, you son of a bitch," sobbed the Admiral from Veon's display. "You killed her. I'll kill you! I'll-"

"No, you won't," interrupted Veon in a shockingly soft, empathetic voice, muffled only slightly by the mercenary's mask. "You won't kill me. You know that. Let me end this for you. You can be at peace with your wife." The empathy was genuine. The monster felt remorse. He always did. The Admiral choked lightly on his on tears. He paused for a second, sniffing.

"Make it quick, you fucking devil," he muttered bitterly.

The Coward fired two shots from the wing mounted ion pulse cannons of the Xuchilbara and the Admiral's fighter erupted into a bright explosion, a silent cacophony in the vacuum of space.

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#, as written by Zarhara
John was about to respond to the Terrans and the others when her 1st officer alerted her of something. "Captain I have Multiple SEC contact inbound!" He exclaimed.

John Sighed this was a development she hadn't expected. "Alright well I think we have enough solid data on whats going on to report to the Diplomatic team. Plot a course away from the battle and the SEC and jump us to TOC space." She ordered.
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Moments after the ships departed another force arrived. It was not nearly as large as the Massive fleets in the area in reality it was just a hastily thrown together taskforce of SEC ships. On the Bridge of the Super Carrier Firelight Grand Moff Tarin and General Williams looked out over the scene.

"Well lets get this over with command wants us up here to please the screaming clients on Terra but this seems like a waste given we are only going to sit here." Williams said to Tarin.

Tarin nodded with an equally glum look but he knew that they needed to make a show for the customers. Currently they had no plans to attack either force in the area this was merely just a show of force. "Get me the Lead Terran ship on the Line" The moff stated.

"Captain Macduff this is Grand-Moff Tarin of the SEC, We are requesting permission to maintain position in your system and if the situation requires to offer evac for our ground based workers for now if you have issues or have any requests I will be more than happy to oblige." The Moff stated he wasn't as No, the ships are close to the land, and with the amount of weapons there, it could blow a vast amount of Volaria up. Anyway, it was part of the plan. as Captain Malcolm had been and it almost seemed if the man had merely stated his intentions.

After the transmission was through Tarin turned and set out another set of directions. "Get me the Taiyou Commander on the Line." He said, He wasn't entirely excited about this and he knew the Taiyou probably weren't going to give him the warmest welcome but he had been ordered by the Vice President to offer a warm gesture.

"Your Majesty, Admiral. I wish I was contacting you both under better circumstances. I do not believe we are aquianted I am Grand-Moff Tarin of the SEC. We are here to provide protection for some of our Terran customers and employees on Terra but I also wanted to convey a message from our leadership. I have been instructed to offer our services to you in this situation if it is within our ability." Tarin said, he was clearly being more formal to the Prince and admiral Yamamoto.

The setting changes from New Terra: High Orbit to The Nillies

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"Where the fuck is he, I can't-" Sklutch. The gunman shouting to his four allies fell silent, as his head rolled away, separate from his body.

"Fuck! He got Malo! Malo's fucking dead! He's-" Brat-tat-tat. A short, controlled burst of automatic fire blew the next enforcer's thoughts from his skull before he could finish them. His body dropped with a heavy thud, as his remaining three comrades fired wildly into the shadows.

The storage yard belonged to a man named Karnum Eller, but everyone knew Eller better as King Eel. King Eel was the head of the arms and protection racket for miles around, a territory he had fought hard to protect. Of course, King Eel people to do the actually fighting for him. King Eel paid his boys well for their service and his muscle generally had a reputation as some of the toughest in Van Leugen.

Veon the Coward was less than impressed. He didn't usually take jobs in local politics, but King Eel's rival, a man named Boss Theo was willing to pay top credit for his powerplay and Veon had been lying low since nearly running into a small TNG fleet not long ago. An easy little job like this was welcome. He wasn't after King Eel himself, obviously, or else the man would be dead. No, his orders were to remove all of Eel's favorite thugs, all of his prized muscle, so he could be scared into signing off all of his legal property to Boss Theo. Simple enough, thought Veon, twisting his arms with the least of his strength, effortlessly tearing one of his target's spinal cord, before kicking the limp figure into one of his friends and raising his gun, the Tool. The mercenary fired two more quick bursts, and suddenly he was the only man standing in King Eel's storage yard.

His job done, The Coward headed off, over the yard fence, down an alley, and up a fire escape. He had left the Xuchilbara parked and cloaked in a secured hanger by the docks. Leaping across the gravely rooftops he suddenly skidded to a halt. On the next rooftop in front of him, directly in his way, there appeared to be three people, one of them a teenager, and one of them a grown man brandishing a sword. The young woman and the other man seemed to both have guns. Instinctively, Veon raised the Tool, pointing it at the three.

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"Okay, okay, what the fuck."

Sen had whipped around to meet this new stranger, this man who had his gun trained onto them. The young mercenary put their gloved hands up into the air and backed up a little bit. "Hey, hey! I'm not a part of any crime, here! I'm just giving this guy a warning. He's your murderer." Sen wasn't going to risk their head over this guy. They'd just met, and he was a creepazoid that had weapons inside his body. Who the hell would defend that kind of freaky shit?

"Just let me go, alright? I haven- oh, my God. What the fuck happened to your face? Just had RoboCop do your latest cosmetic surgery or somethin'? Seriously. You might want to get a refund." Sen backed away more. "And you might wanna be careful where you point that thing. Guns don't kill people...but twitchy fingers do!" And one more step toward the edge. "Anyway-" Sen pointed in the opposite direction, "I kinda, ah, can't stay too late. I got this thing I gotta attend? It's important. There's also a guy behind you, though, and he's pointing a gun at us, so you might want to take care of him first! Tah."

The youth waved and hopped off the edge.

Of course, Sen wasn't so stupid that they wouldn't have had a plan beforehand. The fire escape was just below. However, the mercenary found out, they were stupid enough to overestimate the distance.

They were at the very edge of the fire escape, and had to reach out with two hands to grab a railing one story down. One agonizing, frightening, nearly suicidal story down. They caught the railing with both hands, but with a jerk, a wave of pain pulled tears out of the mercenary's eyes. They fell down onto the next flat level of the fire escape, rolling into a heap, one arm on their nearly dislocated shoulder.

"Fuuuuck. Shoulder thought that out better..." droned Microsoft Sam.

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Kor hissed a curse as yet another outlaw seemed to come out of the woodwork, and one of the possible informants leapt off the roof, an action the lawman couldn't copy even on his best day. He had literally no time to make any real plan, so he did the first thing that came to mind: he threw his sword at the new arrival and drew his pistol from the shoulder holster under his jacket. The sword would be way more accurate than a hurled greatsword had any right to be, sinking deep into whatever it was lucky, or unlucky, enough to hit. The pistol drawn was a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, recoil-operated pistol chambered for the .45 ACP cartridge, making for an accurate weapon with plenty of stopping power. He leveled it at the man with the mask and narrowed his eyes,"You don't want to do that. Just put it down nice and easy, and I won't have to administer any steel-jacketed justice."

He listened for the other kid that had fled the scene, noting the complaint of pain, a broken ankle if Kor was lucky enough. If not, well, the kid would get away, and the stelanian simply didn't have the time or desire to chase. Besides, he had enough of rickety fire escapes for now.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of this new guy, who, by his stance, hadn't expected to run into the group. That wasn't a matter to the cop, what was a matter was if this guy was willing to cooperate, and if not, if he would survive a shot to the knee and become a little more willing. Kor naturally stood sideways, to make himself a slightly smaller target, and to make sure that his jacket was between him and any attack. The guy could shoot him in the head, sure, but barring armor-piercing ammo, it wasn't going to kill him. Hurt, but not kill.

"No sudden movements."

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Watched the smaller figure leap from the roof as he strafed swiftly to the left, allowing the speeding greatsword to whizz right past him. The blade flew close, knicking the arm of Veon's fireproof tactical jacket. Shouldn't have done that, thought Veon.

The man in the long coat immediately followed this up, raising his gun. Semi-auto, single action. Mag-fed. Analyzied Veon internally. Probably .45. Don't get shot.

Veon began charging forward in a zig-zag pattern, before ducking behind an air conditioning unit about 15 feet away from the attacker. Using this as cover, he fired four or five short bursts of .50 hollow-tipped, plasma charged rounds from the the Tool, a customized Westinghouse M-28 Phased Plasma Pulse. He targeted the torso for center of mass. If this man was armored, he could possibly survive a shot to the sternum, and Veon saw no point in attempting a head shot on such a clearly swift target.

"There's no such thing as justice," replied Veon, his soft voice magnified digitally by his mask so as to be heard over the gunfire. "There's just us."

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The kid braced their back up against the side of the building that the fire escape scaled, holding their shoulder tight. The pain was enough that the young mercenary was dizzy. They listened for the sounds above, and decided not to run for it just yet. There was a scuffle. They could hear it. They'd seen that guy behind the other guy. That dude. The, uh.

"...too many fucking weird people in this city wearing gasmasks," they complained. "I started the trend. I swear." They thought back to the other guy. "Too many fucking police freaks, too!"

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Why was everyone so damn non-compliant in this damn city? The same moment the newest masked man started moving, Kor started moving as well, hoping to close the distance and meet the man in melee. Unfortunately Veon ducked for cover and fired a few bursts at the cop, forcing him to seek his own cover behind the wall of the roof access. In between the gunshots he could hear complaining, and shouted at both males,"Look, I'm going to still give you a chance to give the information I need, and then I'll let you go peacefully. If you're unwilling to comply, then I'll be forced to use deadly force."

Stupid protocol. Stupid rules. Stupid punks with their stupid firearms.

The annoyed lawman would have preferred to just plug gasmask in the face and be done with it. He plucked at sphere, about the size of a marble, from his jacket pocket and tossed it so that it would land just behind the air conditioner. Whatever it impacted, the orb burst exploding into a mass of brown ichor that would stick fast to whatever it spread over. It was enough to usually keep anyone from going anywhere, and needed a lot of work to clean it off of anything. Usually it was used to keep a suspect from fleeing, but Kor had a habit of throwing it at faces, as it made for a good way to keep a suspect from fleeing.

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Veon attempted to bat away the brown sphere with the butt of the Tool, but it unexpectly burst into a thick, sticky brown glue. The substance enveloped the gun and stuck it fast to the air conditioning unit.

"Fuck," grumbled Veon, struggling to free his gun, though he quickly realized he was wasting valuable time. abandoning his preferred weapon, he drew one of his dual high-Calibur pistols and his ten-inch vibroknife. Spinning around the side of the unit, Veon advancing steadily forward firing round after round at the lawman behind cover.

"You threw a great sword at me, Officer," replied the Coward calmly as he reached the cop's point of cover, preparing to attack with the vibroknife. "I think lethal force was a line we already crossed."

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Kor pulled out a steel mirror with a folding stand and set it on the edge of the building so that he could see what Veon was doing while he took his time. He dropped the burnt cinder of a cigarette from his mouth and pulled out a new one, lighting it up before he saw to his own pistol. Concrete and brick fragments showered from the corner of the wall as the lawman dropped the the magazine from his pistol and dropped it into his pocket, pulling a second magazine out, this one with a white cap on the bottom, and slapped it into place. He then ejected the round in the chamber, and put it into the magazine in his pocket, as well as pulling a few loose shells and refilling the magazine, before putting with the set of magazines that rested in a shoulder holster, opposite where his pistol normally was. Then all there was to do was wait for Veon to run out of ammo and reload, while watching him in the mirror.

"Kids these days."