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It was the next day, Deryk awakened from his long sleep and donned his gear as he always had before going on a hunt. As he exited his door, there waiting for him were three men. The first and most prominent was in a very expensive suit. He introduced himself as Odomok, and went on to tell Deryk how impressed he had been with his performance at the cantina the previous night. Deryk shook his head, telling the man that he only meant to defend himself. Odomok nodded, telling Deryk that he had a client that was in need of his skills. Curious, Deryk followed Odomok, and was introduced to Max. Max was a wealthy owner of a conglomerate of moisture farms that were nestled just outside of Mos Eisley. Max explained to Deryk, that for months, several bandits have been robbing his farms of extracted water and selling it themselves on the black market. Not only were they stealing from his farm, but by selling water on the black market, the bandits had forced him to sell his extracts at an extremely low rate in order to stay in business. Deryk knew what had to be done.  
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It was the next day, Deryk awakened from his long sleep and donned his gear as he always had before going on a hunt. As he exited his door, there waiting for him were three men. The first and most prominent was in a very expensive suit. He introduced himself as Odomok, and went on to tell Deryk how impressed he had been with his performance at the cantina the previous night. Deryk shook his head, telling the man that he only meant to defend himself. Odomok nodded, telling Deryk that he had a client that was in need of his skills. Curious, Deryk followed Odomok, and was introduced to Max. Max was a wealthy owner of a conglomerate of moisture farms that were nestled just outside of Mos Eisley. Max explained to Deryk, that for months, several bandits have been robbing his farms of extracted water and selling it themselves on the black market. Not only were they stealing from his farm, but by selling water on the black market, the bandits had forced him to sell his extracts at an extremely low rate in order to stay in business. Deryk knew what had to be done, something his father had often done in the past.  
  
 
Each night, Deryk set up a post atop a mountain peak, approximately a kilometer from the farm. He watched intently, and for several nights, nothing. Finally, the last night, his thermal scope indicated the presence of something more than the vaporators hard at work. There were sentients moving about, six of them to be exact. They were in groups of two, each of them going to the vaporators and gathering water. Deryk knew his first shot had to be good. At a kilometer, he knew, the shot should be fairly easy with no heat from the twin suns to disrupt the path of his blaster bolt. With care, he lined up his first shot, or rather, let it line up itself as he squeezed the trigger. Before the shot was heard, a blaster bolt ripped through the chest of the first two men, lined up perfectly. The other four men, had not yet known that their friends were now dead. Deryk squeezed off his second shot. This time though, only one of the two men went down, but soon followed the second. The last two men were now alert to the presence of a sniper, and were making their way back to their speeder. Deryk panicked, firing off two consecutive bolts, the second of which ripped through the lower calf of the first fleeing bandit. The second stopped and grabbed him to drag him out. Deryk thought how strange that was. Typically bandits fended for themselves. Rarely would they go back for a comrade, but rather shoot their comrade themselves so that they wouldn't have to split the prize money. No matter, Deryk fired a third bolt, killing the man in tow just before he was loaded into his speeder. As Deryk took aim for the last bandit, he squeezed the trigger only to find his powercell was empty. He watched as the last man sped off in a speeder. "Good," he thought. He'll tell his friends and they won't come back.
 
Each night, Deryk set up a post atop a mountain peak, approximately a kilometer from the farm. He watched intently, and for several nights, nothing. Finally, the last night, his thermal scope indicated the presence of something more than the vaporators hard at work. There were sentients moving about, six of them to be exact. They were in groups of two, each of them going to the vaporators and gathering water. Deryk knew his first shot had to be good. At a kilometer, he knew, the shot should be fairly easy with no heat from the twin suns to disrupt the path of his blaster bolt. With care, he lined up his first shot, or rather, let it line up itself as he squeezed the trigger. Before the shot was heard, a blaster bolt ripped through the chest of the first two men, lined up perfectly. The other four men, had not yet known that their friends were now dead. Deryk squeezed off his second shot. This time though, only one of the two men went down, but soon followed the second. The last two men were now alert to the presence of a sniper, and were making their way back to their speeder. Deryk panicked, firing off two consecutive bolts, the second of which ripped through the lower calf of the first fleeing bandit. The second stopped and grabbed him to drag him out. Deryk thought how strange that was. Typically bandits fended for themselves. Rarely would they go back for a comrade, but rather shoot their comrade themselves so that they wouldn't have to split the prize money. No matter, Deryk fired a third bolt, killing the man in tow just before he was loaded into his speeder. As Deryk took aim for the last bandit, he squeezed the trigger only to find his powercell was empty. He watched as the last man sped off in a speeder. "Good," he thought. He'll tell his friends and they won't come back.

Revision as of 05:16, 27 June 2011

Deryk Ysenm
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Biographical Information
Race Human
Homeworld Tatooine
Mother Unknown
Father Hymes Ysenm
Spouse N/A
Siblings N/A
Children N/A
Born Y-12 D25
Imperial Service
Branch IA_mini.png
Imperial Army
Positions *Legionnaire
Prior Service N/A
Awards IAHG.jpg


Description and Personality

Deryk Ysenm is an adult Human male of average height and weight. He has black hair and hazel eyes. Deryk can typically be found wearing his Imperial Army-issued Stormtrooper Armor.

Before Imperial Service

Early Years

Deryk was born and raised on Tatooine by his father, Hymes. His mother had left before he could remember. His father never spoke of her, and if he had asked, he was beaten. Growing up in such an environment had it's benefits, however. Deryk's father often took him hunting for womp rats near Beggar's Canyon. The local government of Tatooine had offered a bounty of ten credits per rat due to overpopulation, and so to earn money Deryk and his father often went hunting together. After one day of hunting, they would often bring home fifty to sixty rats, the lowest they had ever brought home was eight. They nearly made a living from doing this. They were also moisture farmers, but rarely brought in enough water to bring to market, but rather they used the water for themselves. Occasionally, bandits or thieves would make attempts to steal water, mostly to maintain themselves or their groups in the intense desert heat. Hymes wasn't shy or cautious about shooting bandits, he often gloated to Deryk about several that he had killed during the late hours of the night. Although Deryk had never witnessed it, he believed his father wholly.

When he reached the age of 17, Deryk felt knew that soon he and his father would part. He worked up the courage, and asked his father what had happened to his mother. In a fit of rage, Hymes lashed out at his son, striking him in the face hard enough to knock him to the ground. As Deryk rose to his feet, his father demanded that he leave at once, and so he did, never to return.

Mos Eisley

Deryk stuck around Tatooine. Not because of his love for his home planet, but because he needed money for his own ship. If it was one thing that his father had taught him, it was never to trust the scum that occupied Mos Eisley, especially pilots. Instead, he continued hunting womp rats, often visiting the same area that he knew his father would hunt just a few days prior. Once his father would visit the area, there would be nothing there to hunt. His nights were often filled with alcohol and women, though neither meant anything to him. One night, he had a little too much of both. Another patron named Dak that had been interested in one of the women that Deryk had been with all night, demanded that Deryk give her to him, and that Deryk pay him for the heartache he had caused him. With a chuckle, Deryk refused, spurring the attention of three other patrons that were friends with the Dak. As they rose from their chairs to head to assist their friend, a blaster bolt ripped through Dak's chest and struck one of the three men in the head. Deryk, using the barrel of his blaster, pushed Dak's limp body away from him. As the body fell backward to the ground, two more blaster bolts flew across the bar, each hitting their intended targets before they could even draw their own weapons. Little had Deryk known, as he holstered his blaster, that his luck was about to change.

The Job

It was the next day, Deryk awakened from his long sleep and donned his gear as he always had before going on a hunt. As he exited his door, there waiting for him were three men. The first and most prominent was in a very expensive suit. He introduced himself as Odomok, and went on to tell Deryk how impressed he had been with his performance at the cantina the previous night. Deryk shook his head, telling the man that he only meant to defend himself. Odomok nodded, telling Deryk that he had a client that was in need of his skills. Curious, Deryk followed Odomok, and was introduced to Max. Max was a wealthy owner of a conglomerate of moisture farms that were nestled just outside of Mos Eisley. Max explained to Deryk, that for months, several bandits have been robbing his farms of extracted water and selling it themselves on the black market. Not only were they stealing from his farm, but by selling water on the black market, the bandits had forced him to sell his extracts at an extremely low rate in order to stay in business. Deryk knew what had to be done, something his father had often done in the past.

Each night, Deryk set up a post atop a mountain peak, approximately a kilometer from the farm. He watched intently, and for several nights, nothing. Finally, the last night, his thermal scope indicated the presence of something more than the vaporators hard at work. There were sentients moving about, six of them to be exact. They were in groups of two, each of them going to the vaporators and gathering water. Deryk knew his first shot had to be good. At a kilometer, he knew, the shot should be fairly easy with no heat from the twin suns to disrupt the path of his blaster bolt. With care, he lined up his first shot, or rather, let it line up itself as he squeezed the trigger. Before the shot was heard, a blaster bolt ripped through the chest of the first two men, lined up perfectly. The other four men, had not yet known that their friends were now dead. Deryk squeezed off his second shot. This time though, only one of the two men went down, but soon followed the second. The last two men were now alert to the presence of a sniper, and were making their way back to their speeder. Deryk panicked, firing off two consecutive bolts, the second of which ripped through the lower calf of the first fleeing bandit. The second stopped and grabbed him to drag him out. Deryk thought how strange that was. Typically bandits fended for themselves. Rarely would they go back for a comrade, but rather shoot their comrade themselves so that they wouldn't have to split the prize money. No matter, Deryk fired a third bolt, killing the man in tow just before he was loaded into his speeder. As Deryk took aim for the last bandit, he squeezed the trigger only to find his powercell was empty. He watched as the last man sped off in a speeder. "Good," he thought. He'll tell his friends and they won't come back.

Max could not be more pleased with the results, paying Deryk very well for his efforts. Along with the credits that Deryk had made from slaying womp rats, he now had enough money to buy his own ship, and within a week he had, naming her "Ghost Wind", after the eery sounds that occupy Beggar's Canyon when the wind blows through it.

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Deryk Ysenm's ship, the Ghost Wind


Over the next two weeks, Deryk spent most of his time making small repairs to his ship. When he had bought it, the shield system, weapons systems, and life support were all not working. It wasn't long before he had all but the weapons systems up and running.

Never to Return...

About a month after Deryk had slain five of Max's moisture farm intruders, Max was approached by the Mos Eisley law enforcement. Unbeknownst to him, three of the slain men were members of the Mos Eisley Police, along with the single survivor. It was well known that the police here were corrupt and of course, claimed that they were undercover to bust a corrupt street gang. Max knew it wasn't true, but also wasn't willing to spend the time in jail himself. It wasn't illegal to kill bandits and thieves, but it was to kill police. Max gave them Deryk's name, and told him where he'd be.. with the Ghost Wind. With no other choice, Deryk was forced to flee Tatooine, knowing he couldn't return, at least for the next twenty years. He had little else he could do. Everyone he had ever known was on Tatooine. But then, it dawned on him. He would join the Imperial Academy.


At the Imperial Academy

"You’re here rather early, Recruit, not everyone is here yet, but you’re in the right place. I’m Lieutenant Seren Ngo, your Training Officer."
Seren Ngo


In year 11 day 154 Santiano Salazar began his studies at the Imperial Academy. His instructor was Flight Officer Ardath Lemeth.The initial confussion that every new recurit goes through was overcome quickly and he pressed on his studies at the academy with the help of his instructor. At the academy santiano did very well on his civics and history studies and average in his military protocol studies. On year 11 day 162 Santiano graduated from the Academy with the average score of 89%.

Upon graduation Santiano had thought about entering into the navy, given his background with piloting vehicles.In the end he decied to enter into the army because he thought he had spent enough time in space and that it would be nice to get outdoors. He decided to join the Imperial Army

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Santiano during his time at the academy enjoying a game of Sabacc


Service in the Imperial Army

"Come on you apes! You wanta live forever?"
— Unknown Platoon sergeant,1918


On year 11 day 163 Santiano Salazar, now a new Private, began his career in the Imperial Army. He was sent to army training camp where he was to learn what it means to be an Imperial soldier. He was trained in the use of the Empire's most mordern weaponry. It was also there that he was first introduced to the the famous AT-ATs of the Imperial Army. After seeing the firepower of the goliath war machines, Santiano knew he we wanted to go into the armored divisions. HIs time at training camp went by quickly and once it was finished he was assigned to the [ ] Imperial Legion.

During these early stages he took up standard duties with the legion, patrol duty, guard duty. combat patrols. He was cutting his teeth on the ground and working his way through the ranks until he could request to be assigned to an armored unit. His wish came true quickly as after a few short months he was allowed to leave to be trained as an Imperial Army Pilot.

The training was very difficult, It was not physically demanding, but the techincal knowhow needed to operate and maintiain Imperial Armor was very demanding. Santiano did not mind, his dream of finally operating the AT-AT had come true. and after a few months he was now a qualified army pilot. He was assigned back to his legion and began his new line of work in armor.

Santiano was happy to be back in his old legion, when he arrived however, he found some of his old friends had been promoted, others had left or had died in combat. There were alot of new guys who had come in and replaced them. IT was not long after, that an old friend from his early days in the legion had returned from reserved duty. Santiano and his good friend Felix Stones were once again comrades on the battlefield. Stones is a a very good, if not headstrong, Imperial soldier. Santiano often has to remind Stones to calm down, or behave himself, but Stones often says Santiano needs to "lighten up a bit"

Deryk is currently serving in the Imperial Army. His Legion and Brigade are classified.


Service Record

  • Y12D205: Entered Imperial Service - Recruit [E-1]
  • Y12D208: Graduated from the Imperial Academy with Honors. Awarded the [IAHG]. Entered the Imperial Army - Corporal [E-3]