Ronoc

• Ronoc is currently stationed aboard the Reaper as part of the Besh Task Force, Second Fleet.*

Ronoc
Military Information
Callsign:	Ronoc
Rank:	Senior Crewman
Position:	Junior Bridge Officer
Ship:	Reaper
Task Force:	Behs
Fleet:	Second
Division:	Navy
Physical Description
Gender:	Male
Skin color:	White
Height:	6'
Weight:	215lbs.
Eyes:	Brown
Scar(s):	Large scar going from the left eye down to the right side of the chin.
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Ghorman
Species:	Human
Age:	24
Languages:	Basic

-Biography- Ronoc was born on Ghorman to a revolutionary father. His fathers rebellious side was brought into open view when Moff Tarkin landed his ship on top of protesters. He organized a resistance movement (Poorly equipped, little leadership, didn't last long) until Ronoc revealed its existence, location and plans to a local Imperial Officer. Almost overnight every member was captured or killed, including both his mother and father. Ronoc was then sent to live in an orphanage where he spent most of his years until old enough to enlist in the Vast Empire's Navy. The firepower at the fingertips of mortal men intrigued him and he soon grew fixated on becoming one of the elite. He could not believe his luck when his many attempts were finally met with a call, then many months of assessment and "training" before even being accepted. Always dreaming of wearing that perfect uniform, he wouldn't stop until he acquired it and wore it as it was, perfectly.

Ranks

Ranks
Insignia	Rank	Start	Until	Reason for Promotion
	Crewman	July 19, 2011	July 22, 2011	Joined VE Navy
	Senior Crewman	July 22, 2011	NA	Activities during training

Positions

Positions
Position	Start	Until	Reason
TRN	July 19, 2011	July 22, 2011	Joined the VE Navy
Junior Bridge Officer	July 22, 2011	?	Assigned to the Reaper

Awards and Certifications

Awards

Awards
Ribbon	Award	Award Name	Date Received	Reason
	[SoA]	Star of the Academy	July 22, 2011	Activity during Naval Academy training warranted award.

Certification Exams

Certification Exams
Symbol Exam Exam Name Date Passed Score Received NA NA NA NA NA

Story Participation

Story Participation
Story	Start Date	End Date	Type	Post Count
Command School Cadets: Loyalty, Honor, Courage [1]	July 21, 2011	?	VENA - Command School Exercise	1
Total:				1

ID for Ronoc - TRN/CRW Ronoc/PLF Cappadocious/VENA/VE/VE

Psychological Evaluation of Ronoc as performed by Dr. Graham of the Imperial College of Medicine is as follows:

Upon entering the examination room, Ronoc appears off-put by the painting of a Lambda-class T-4a shuttle I have posted on the back wall.

Dr. Graham - "Good afternoon, Ronoc. How are we feeling?"

Ronoc - "Good afternoon to you, Doctor. I am feeling quite all right as a matter of fact."

Dr. Graham - "I noticed you eying my painting on the wall there, any particular reason?"

Ronoc - "Oh no, doctor. No no no.....well actually....my father was present at Grand Moff Tarkin's....resolution to the protests at Ghorman."

Dr. Graham - "Really? That was a defining moment for some people. You were either with the Empire or you were against them. How did it make your father feel?"

Ronoc - "He....wasn't with the Empire. But I was. So needless to say, I reported him to the nearest Imperial Officer and....there goes dad."

Dr. Graham - "Well sometimes the only thing standing between right and wrong is the innocence of a child. You did the right thing, Ronoc. Don't forget that."

Ronoc - "Oh yes, I know, Doctor. I have no doubt in my mind. That is why I have always aspired to become an Officer in the Naval Branch of the Vast Empire"

Dr. Graham - "Why is that Ronoc?"

Ronoc - "I have always marveled at the immense power the Vast Empire's Naval Force commands....I feel that with my being present, I could change the face of history. I could make the Vast Empire....the rest of history."

Dr. Graham - "That is a very bold statement, Ronoc. I will be sending a transcript of our meeting, as well as my assessment of your abilities that were gathered over the past few months, to a Vast Empire recruiter. I wish you good luck in all of your endeavors, Ronoc."

Final Assessment

-IQ: 160

-Mental Disorders: None

-Disqualifying Factors: None

-Comments: "Ronoc is an above-average citizen who wishes nothing more than to serve his Empire and make the best of his abilities for the greater good."

Physical Build As he imagined putting on that uniform, he looked into the mirror. He wasn't the man he used to be. He used to be 230 pounds of muscle. Now they had broken him down, 15 pounds of muscle were gone. The uniform's ghost draped over his body as he slowly moved to straighten it out. His arms still retained their sculpted look as did his legs, but his midsection looked hollow and empty. This made him feel lesser, as though he lost his masculinity. He ran his finger over the scar on his face, a memory of him as a child burst forth.

'''''...........System Corruption.........'''''

"What did you do!? Ronoc! What did you do!?" "I.....I don't know...." stammered Ronoc as the blood became all too real. The crimson flowing down his face and into his already red palms. "You.....you killed him....you are never to speak of this to ANYONE. Understand!?"

He smashed the mirror and screamed as he thrashed around his room. The memory had triggered something. Seeing that uniform of an Imperial Officer had....done something to him. He had appreciated the cruelty he had dealt out. He knew it was in self-defense, but still, it had felt good. But over the years, he learned to control this. He funneled it into strategic prowess, calculating maneuvers and a true personal belief in his own powers as a leader. It is this that led him to believe even more strongly in the Empire. And with the Great Schism and the Vast Empire becoming the most direct descendant of the glory of the Galactic Empire, he decided to put his talents to good use, or at least try to showcase them to then be put to good use. His solution was the Vast Empire Naval Branch.