Imperial Navy Pilot Record
Lieutenant Eriond Kath'Razzit (#7083)

Name: Eriond Kath'Razzit

Rank: Lieutenant

Current Assignment: Flight Leader/FG III/Gimel Squadron/Wing III/SSSD Sovereign

Scandoc Transmission Code: eriond@wp.pl

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Date of Birth: ?

Place of Birth: slums of Khadrrakk, the capital of planet Kerranak

Marital Status: Single

Family: I never knew my father.
My mother was a beggar, later I get to know that she was a former Imperial Spy and a betrayer to the Empire and she was betrayed by everyone. She was killed by her beloved child, the only thing she cared and lived for... by me...

Social Status: Destitute

Quote: Hell is nothing special, belive me. I've been there all my life...

Significant Events of Childhood and Adolescence: Chaos... I was born and brought up in the city Slums... Even now just thinking about it gives me shivers... My mother was small and fragile woman (at least in appearance). She looked like dirty old bitch destroyed by world and reality, but her eyes told a different story... She was a Force Sensitive and a very ambitious one. She tried to teach me, but I did not see her efforts... I just saw her in the way the whole world seen her. How I regret it now...
I was a child in the world of scumbags, beggars and poverty. So I adapted to it... I became a scumbag too. I cheated, killed, fucked, stole, killed again, begged, threaten, destroyed and all in the name of survival. But that was a lie. When I was 15 I found people who could help me get off this planet. A band of pirates and smugglers. They said I could join them, become their brother. I cold have real family and friends.... That was a lie... My mother tried to stop me and save me, but I did not want to listen, and in the end... I killed her...
And she was right. No sooner had we left the orbit I found myself tied in the storage room with couple of other lucky chaps like me. They betrayed me... And I killed my mother for them... I wished to be dead. The only thing I could think of was the picture of my mother's eyes when I shot her. They were full of love and pain. I betrayed the only person I could trust. The only person I should love and who loved me. My only family. I lost it then.
I became a slave. I was sold to some Hutt Mining Company. Hell seems a really nice place to end up in in comaparison to that mine. I worked and survived for yers but I was alredy dead. Then the light came. Imperials found the mine. The Hutt owning it had an Imperial Warrant on him so he was killed, and the mine became the protectoriat of the Empire. Commander of the invading forces sign an open competition for the civilians and the best would have the privelege to attend to Imperial Accademy. At that time I would do anything to get out of that hell. The competition was the best way. It also allowed me to cease thinking about my past. I won. I learned to fight in the streets, I learned to fight for food and survival. Now I fought for my freedom and new life. No one could defeat me, even the Commander's champion. I won. On the same day I left that bloody hole.

Significant Events of Adulthood: I trained and trained hard. I did not know how to fly a starfighter but during my whole life I have learned to trust my feelings. And so I did. And I became the best. The inner discipline and willpower developed in the mine had now another use. I became strong, and not only in the physical way.
Then the Empire collapsed. Destroyed by Rebels. Loyal Old Republicans. The only trustworthy and lawful organization in the galaxy. That is a lie! No one, whose power is based on alliances with smugglers and pirates can ever be trusted or lawful. Those pathetic fools destroyed our Academy and even had the audacity to ask me to join them! In the answer I blew up their Corellian Corvette and fled.
I started to fight them for my own, but I was too weak. And then LT Arcanian Stirner found me during one of his recon missions. I was flying my old and damaged TIE to another battle with rebel scum when I saw a perfectly beautiful TIE Defender flying on a collision course. I bounced off his shields completly destroing my TIE and then he offered me to join the new force: Emperors Hammer. When I heard about its power and resourcefullness I agreed with no hesitation. I entered the exams and training programme on the Deadalus Platform under the code name: TK-7083. It was there I first heard of Dark Brotherhood. I felt them and they have felt me. And in that moment I decided to sell my soul. But before that I had to finish my training.
It did not take me long to prove my flying abilities and knowledge. So shortly after my application I was out of training and assigned to the Third Wing on SSSD Sovereign. I fly in Flight Group II, along with LT Arcanian Stirner the man that changed my life.
But times change. And soon, after my promotion to Lieutenant a new dorr opened before me. A posibility to lead my own Flight Group in the ranks of newly reopened Gimel Squadron. Our Wing Commander CM Marden asked for submissions of those who would take on the responsibiliteies of command positions in that renwed Squadron. I have send mine. And won again. I was accepted. I became a fresh Flight Leader in Wing III under direct command of CM Var Zoraan. I was to command a trio of other pilots... but first I had to select them...
It didn't take long to fill all the empty spacesin my Flight. I named it The Howling Banshees. Nice name for a part of cursed Squadron, isn't it? Soon after getting promoted to FL and filling my flight with pilots CM Var Zoraan made me the Morale Officer of gimel Squadron. My first move as such was to hire and train some Cheerleaders to keep our Squadron morale high. It didn't take me long to challenge Aleth squadron to a competition. We'll see whose the best in the wing...

Alignment and Attitude: The mines change. I'm cold and calm when needed, but sometimes my street experiences come out. I become open and jolly. I am eager to drink and to fight. I can laugh and cry with no reason. I become unpredictable. The same situation is when I get to fight in space, especially with rebel and smuggler/pirate forces. My actions during the post-academic life gave me the nickname I use now as callsign: "Kamikaze".

Former Occupations: beggar, assasin, man-whore, thief, cheat, gang member, terrorist, smuggler, slave, miner, pitfigter, soldier, pilot, headhunter.

Hobbies: Survival techniques, martial arts, flying, and in my free time I enjoy hunting rebel vessels, reading, collecting rebel patches (or any other trophies), shooting practice and most of all... torturing Rebels and any other betrayers to the cause we took captive during missions (of course only those of no use to high command ;P).

Tragedies: Mother... I can never stop thinking of what I have done to her. And I never will. I do not await forgiveness, nor I ever will. I do not deserve it.
Besides that gives me power to do what must be done - All rejecting peace and order must be crushed.

Phobias and Allergies: Pure, true and genuine hate towards Rebels, betrayers, smugglers, pirates, and all who oppose peace and law.
I often wake up in the night with the image of my mothers eyes in my mind and her cry in my ears. I fear that what I am doing may be not enough to bring her soul to rest.

Personal View of the Empire and EH: The family I never had. Not only I am strengthened by the sence of fellowship in EH ranks but also EH provides me with resources I need so badly to carry on with my fight. And the order EH and the Imperial forces offer is the only true way to unite and bring peace and prosperity to galaxy.

Reason for enlisting in the EH: Recommendation from LT Stirner and the inability to continue with my aims with the equipement and resources I had in that time. After joining the training program I have found many more reasons to continue (with TIE Defenders and Dark Bratherhood among them)   Apearance description: Short (about 170 cm tall) man with brown hair. He is rather heavy framed with wide shoulders and heavy, thick legs and arms. His figure was shaped entirely by the hardships of living in the streets and working int the mine. Although his appearance he is very agile. His moves are fluent and graceful. And he is one of the quickest men on the board of SSSD.
His face is hidden underneath a red mask with a black scorpion logo on it. He hides his face, because it was very badly scarred in one of battles he fught in. He survived but his face wac never the same again. Even doctors said I couldn't be rebuilt. Now he hides it and the only element visible are his eyes... Darkblue with fire and sorrow burning deep inside them. There is no person who could stand looking into his eyes for a longer time. And when he gets angry or exited they change color to bloodish red and strat to glow. And often when he wakes up in the middle of the night or returnes from a very exiting mission which allowes him to forget himself he has bloody tears flowing out of his eyes. A man crying blood.   Abilities: He is very skilled pilot and piloting is the main focus of his developement. He is quite good with Blaster pistols and VERY good at hand-to-hand and malee combat (street fighting)He is a member of Dark Brotherhood and part of his training he recive in his clans training grounds

Other Comments: RL Comments: In the near future I'll try to put in here a picture of my character, and also try to remake the uniform in the way it could show the face.. just stay tuned :)

ID Line:
FL/LT Eriond Kath'Razzit/Gimel 3-1/Wing III/SSSD Sovereign
MoI {IWATS-ICQ-M/1/2-SM/2-TT} T/D "Bloody Rat"
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ACO Eriond (Sith)/House Caliburnus of Clan Scholae Palatinae
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Submitted: 7/23/2001 5:37:00 PM