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A modern day Pippi Longstocking -- with 54% more explosions.
If it's broke, I can fix it. If it's fixed, I can break it and fix it up better!
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"A man ain't always born being able to do what he wants to do. If you wanna make yourself somethin', you gotta put the hammer to yourself."
-Michael's Mother, Tabby.
Name: Michael Abel
Height: 5 ft 10
Weight: 165 pounds.
Michael was raised on the rough frontiers. His dad was once in prison. His mom, was a guard. Together, for Michael, they forged a childhood that some would describe as "hell" and yet to Michael, it wasn't anything. He didn't really know any different and in his opinion, he came out better because of it. His parents pushed him and he eventually became a little more than the other boys who were plowing the fields and scooping up shit. He eventually went out and decided he wanted to well, become a soldier.
See, Michael always liked shiny and complicated things. People (including his parents) would call him "Kaput" on account of how dumb he was and on how he would work his ass off to try and get the money to buy some fancy new Doodad. And he wasn't half bad at getting the money for the small things he wanted. He'd get it, take it apart and try to put it back together. Time and time again, he would always fail. He could never really put the pieces back together for quite some time. A boy off in the alliance college might have taken days to do what it took Michael years of just on and off trial and error. All along the way, he couldn't think of anything more to drive him then his hate. He'd work and work and work. And when he couldn't put a thing back together, he'd just go back to working and doing what he does best. What was in his blood.
Michael's dad, Jack, had a past, but he felt like time out there was no better reformation. He did his time now he could right. It was here he could put his talents to use. Raiders threatened to plunder the town, sometimes from offworld, some times not. Society had clearly shown that it wasn't so advanced as to not need resources and violence, and on the frontier where fast hands are a dime and a dozen, the town needed all the help they could get. Jack Abel watched his son closely, and decided to give his son a gun. At the age of 10, Michael killed a man. When his father asked him how felt...
"I on't really feel nothin. I...just shot 'em and that's that I guess. He's dead and I ain't."
When Michael turned 13, his father allowed him to join him on his handi-work, enforcing the law and going out with other men to arrest and kill anyone who dared give their tiny town trouble.
Michael kinda grew indifferent to the whole prospect, and it was fun. Didn't stop him from workin' though. Michael could really plow a field and pick up shit, better than a lot of people. But he didn't particularly like doing that. He liked things shinier than shit. So when a military recruiter came to town, asking for hands to join in the alliance war, why, Michael saw no better opportunity to make something of himself and get out of the shithole he was in. See what the whole damn universe had to offer. He sat down with him, and when the recruiter told him about the "Combat Engineer" M.O.S? If Mike signed the paper any faster, it'd have caught on fire.
Fast forward a whole lotta years and Mike's saved up a good amount of money. Figure he's done with that whole military shit. He's ready to go out and about the universe, without a liberty buddy and a curfew next time.
Skills and Capabilities
A background in the frontier and a combat engineer has given Michael a rather useful skillset.
Michael finds that he is pretty damn good with the gun. As a combat engineer, Michael was forced to be in isolated and sometimes vulnerable areas. Rebels would spontaneously attack and attempt to destroy the things he worked so damn hard to make. He wouldn't ever let them tear it down without a helluva fight.
He's good with all kindsa weapons, but really likes to set up shop with a nice Full Automatic Battle Rifle for longer range engagements. For fortifications in more urban areas and tighter spaces, he favors a good old fashioned shotgun.
Building (and fixin') Stuff
As a combat engineer, Michael build roads, bridges, trenches, fences and a whole lot of other stuff you don't generally see on a space ship. He also grew up in a place where people would go out into the woods and the desert to hide away for a long time. However, if one were to stop on some off world planet and were to wanna make a compound around the ship to more ideally defend it or rough it a good ways from the ship, Mike is your man.
However, when it comes to stuff outside of this, he kinda struggles. Wasn't exactly the best mechanic around, but he knows his way around a car. A space ship is a little harder though.
One thing Michael does know how to build well is guns. He can make homemade bullets for shotguns (things can fire pretty much anything with some gunpower and a 12 gauge plastic shell) and he is skilled in gun maintenance and also assembly.
Blowing Shit up
A dubious profession, Michael is capable of making and defusing a wide variety of IEDs. From C4, to Semtex, to TNT, to RDX, HMX and everything in between. Clumped into this category are even munitions such as Napalm, White Phosphorus, thermite and other things that are dangerous enough to eat through a ship.
He likes to take his bomb and add various pieces of metal, making bombs that are either fragmentation based and use common metals like steel. Or, he can take a malleable metal like copper and make an bomb capable of exploding and sending said piece of metal at such speed as to be able to pierce around a solid foot or so of steel. Though this can easily increase given more explosive material and metal for an all around bigger bomb.
Michael has a past of taking out enemy ships with charges, handling Electromagnetic charges and for putting bombs in just the right place to bury men alive in bunkers.
Michael didn't spend a whole lotta time fighting people. He has a hard enough time thinking as it is. But he knows some of the basics of CQC. The engagement of targets within a hundred meters. Ideally, he fights pretty damn well with a gun in his hand. And also pretty well with a knife, being that it's pretty easy to just stab someone over and over.
His hands are a very fast, and though he doesn't hit very hard, he knows the right places to hit and won't hesitate to hit them when it comes time to throw hands, and he knows how to do a pretty mean rear naked choke when he needs to.
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"I'm going to bleed all over you"
Name: Hsu Ke Kao (Ke Ko).
Height: 165 cm
Role: Systems Officer
Height: 165 cm
Role: Systems Officer
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Hailing from an inky blue satellite world; a resource-rich star that turned into an off-capital hub of trade and high-end manufacturing once its valuable minerals ran dry. During her starry-eyed youth, Ke Kao was driven by an intense sense of pride and patriotic duty. Bent on achieving great feats of honor for her planet on the grand interstellar stage, she applied for and was accepted into her home world's military academy. Trained in cyber warfare during her time there as a cadet, Ke Ko ended her studies after being dishonorably discharged for insubordination. Whether it was through a sense of betrayal or shame, Ke Ko swore to do whatever it took to get off-planet. She took on any number of odd jobs aboard foreign merchant or mercenary vessels, eventually ending up on the Caliber.
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