Lord Captain Stiehr

Hot shot pilot turned Lord Captain.

Description:

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(Stiehr, early days, during a routine gun-run through heavy artillery fire. Panicking smugglers just off pict-recorder not shown.)

“A man can choose to do two things when he starts out life at the bottom of this G’emp forsaken universe. He can lie down and die. Or he can take whatever the G’emperor throws at him, laugh, and let it make him stronger!” – Lord Captain Stiehr, moments ago.

(Fra min opprinnelige beskrivelse, klippet fra FB, datert 4.3.14):
“Stiehr ser etter utfordringer og syns nok at hans plass på styret i skipet kom som fortjent. Han har som mål å presse seg selv, men har også de siste årene knyttet seg til sitt crew mer enn han har gjort noen andre i livet sitt. Han vil gjøre det han kan for dem, kanskje til og med ikke henge med når man skal fram og være diplomatisk med folk han ikke liker.
Større risk=større utfordring= større belønning er et kredo han har, så en plan om å ta over “rettighetene” på en Imperisk handelsbase som på denne månen for å få monopol på Zate herfra hadde vært ypperlig. Ellers er han ikke den store tenkeren." (uffda…)

Av spesielt stæsj har han følgende:
En gammel Guard flak armour han brukte en del før. “gammelt krigsbytte”
Power armour: denne brukes oftere og oftere om dagen.
Hans gamle void suit, navy edition. Fra hans korte, men givende karriere i marinene.
Blessed ship token: en liten bit han tok fra vraket etter det siste skipet han skjøt ned før han forlot hjemplaneten sin. Har den alltid rundt halsen, under klærne.
Imperial navy uniform, igjen fra hans glansdager i marinen.
Sacristan Bolt pistol 07 cal kalt “Demonhunter”, går gjerne med den på hofta. (har kun 48 runder igjen av Psyscreamer-rundene)
En bolter til på “innerlomma”
Power sword, går også med denne nærmest daglig.
I holdet har han også en Imperial Land speeder stående, hvis man skulle trenge å farte litt rundt planetside.
Unobtainium ballz, en gave fra Thar’Gul. Disse brukes ikke daglig. Hvis Thar’gul spør så sier Stiehr, med et glis om munne “Trenger dem ikke, har store nok fra før”.
Når Stiehr er ute i en Fighter flyr han alltid i den samme. Han kaller den Gnat.
Han har også klærne han går i til daglig, alt i fineste kvalitet: (bilde kommer)
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Eller altså, fargene er nok mer sånn:
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Og han har så klart en flott hatt! Den gamle Kapteinshatten til gamle Glorious Rose, men pusset opp og shaina så den står i stil med resten av antrekket! (se her for inntrykk av fargevalgene=_ til Stiehr)
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Ellers har han dyr drikke, assorterte småvåpen (stub autos) flere sett med fine klær, re-breather, micro-bead, pict recorder, vox-caster og masse kuler til alle våpnene sine.
Og han selvsagt sine Lord Captains quarters!

Bio:

Klippet fra FB, datert 4.3.14:
The ace pilot swerved through the massive eruptions. The going was tough and the occasionall barrage of autocannon-fire from the enemy ship didn’t help much. But he was the best, he knew this, he would get his crew safely out of this. Just a few more minutes and they would be out of atmo.
“I’m a leaf on the wind, see how…”
BOOOOM!!!!

The small transport ship exploded.
“Ten eight four niner, the bogey is down, repeat, the bogey is down. Survival not possible. Returning to base. Request retrievers to get their asses out here and get what they can before the shockstorms act up again.”
Stiehr turned his land speeder around, heading back to base. Well, not tecnically his but his bosses Tempest, the only real machine that could handle the conditions out here. He’d get an earfull, the Boss would probably sic his pet orc on him, but Stiehr’d already beat him up twice before so he knew his place. Also, Stiehr had killed the men who stood guard over it himself, so it should have been his by right. But there where debts, so…
This was getting too easy for him. That last run was a little challenging, but had the pirates had a better ship they would have gotten away. Stiehr would have loved talking to that pilot, he had some fancy moves, but when you work for the biggest Rat in Sewerville you can’t go fraternizing with the opposition.
Maybe he’d get onboard the next ship out of here? See something other than the blood red and black boiling sky above him, dodgeing patrols and socializing with criminals and xenos. G’emp knew he’d paid his due, the Boss owed him now. Also, that transport had to have some sort of mothership up there. They’d be in need of a new pilot right about now.
Yeah, it was time to get off this G’emp-forsaken rock.

Klippet fra FB, datert 13.8.14:
Stiehr looked down at the blinking lights on the console at his bunk. “Empty night…”
He didn’t know what to put down in his log. “Hey, we just made it possible for some dirty G’Emp-forsaken shitheads to kill most of the survivors of planet Shithole, with us as the current owner!”
No, that wouldn’t do…
But what was he to say? All he could do, while those Grey Bastards held effink Cannons on the Cleopatra, was to make a bleedin’ list of people he would “save”.
Blasted, effink Imperials!
Then the memory of the angelic babies swept before Stiehrs eyes, filling his mind and vision with the music of the Spheres and the laughter of children playing.

The lights kept on blinking, waiting for his input.
“Empty night…”
Stiehr sat alone in his darkened bunk.

Lord Captain Stiehr

Cleopatra boyz KentH