Name: Real name unknown.

Alias: The Ordinator, Ordinator, 'Ord'

Age: Estimated age of twenty-three.

Gender: Male

Race: Kathar (Not sure how to spell it...Oh, and known so because of his accent.)

Alignment: Empire

Jedi: No.

Description: Ord sports a rather curvey and sleek figure for a man, giving him an extremely cat-like appearance. (As expected with Kathar...) His fur is much thicker than normal Kathar, and the same goes with his hair, which trails to his mid-back when he takes off his helmet. His body is covered in thick armor, made from a Plasteel/Durasteel mix known as Hydrasteel. It's backed with an Andros Crystal under-mesh and a thick layer of Hydrostatic Gel. The armor spans over his entire body, being around a half-inch thick. His left arm has a 'standard issue' Echani Dueling Shield, and his right arm sports a rather non-'standard issue' Mandalorian Energy Shield. The settings for the shield range are hand-synched, allowing both to be activated at once. Their energy cores are modified as well, allowing them to be recharged from any Plasma Generator. The armor itself is a dark red color and extremely battle worn, giving him a Veteran appearance. Also, one other bonus of the armor's battle-worn nature, is that it doesn't reflect light like Hydrasteel does, allowing him to blend with the shadows unnoticed. His belt is multi-functional, sporting a Hyper Cardio-Regulator and Stealth Field Generator all in one. His helmet is sleek in design, fitting perfectly around his head, while offering maximum protection at the same time. It boasts that same Crystal and Gel underlay, but with a twist; the glass is protected from energy and melee attacks due to it's hydrasteel/safety glass mixture. He has a radio in the left ear of the helmet, which has a link to his mind via a brain implant. He can switch it on and off at will. His left eye is equipped with a Retinal Combat Implant, increasing his Reflexes by a rather large amount. He can track blaster shots, and has been known to knock them back with his Vibroswords on some occasions. His bones have been coated with ceramic Durasteel, making them break/fracture proof as well as ncreasing his endurance in battle. His mind has been tampered with, giving him many powerful Mind Barriers and an immunity against Jedi Mind Tricks. Also, with the enhanced mind comes enhanced strength and speed. His top running-speed is fifteen point six miles-per-hour, and he's been known to snap Vibrosword blades with his hands on the more desperate occasions of his life. With a quick mind, nerves of steel, and impressive armorments, he is, without a doubt, an amazing warrior.

As far as his physical features go, his face is very sleek, much like his body, making him handsome, yet with a sort of...Savage nature. His left eye is partially blinded, a thick scar running from his mid forehead all the way to his chin. (It's said it adds to the brutality and how handsome he is.) Speaking of his eyes, they are both a striking violet-blue, a beautiful contrast to his light-orange fur and platinum blonde hair. He boasts a height of seven feet, six inches, most of it being assituated in his legs, which are strong and defined, perfect for running long distances without tiring. His stomach area is well-defined as well, speaking of many years of combat experience and harsh training. Like most Kathar, he boasts an 'Eight Pack' instead of a 'Six Pack', making his stomach rock-hard against hand-to-hand combat. His chest area is just as defined as the rest of his body, rock-hard like his stomach, but sporting a large scar where his heart should be. But he has many scars throughout his body, most trailing his bones where he'd been modified to fit combat situations. Over time, some of the scars have disappeared (Like the ones trailing the bone-lines of his face, for instance.), thus allowing him to keep his handsome...Ness...Anyway. His heels are thick and leathery despite his fur, allowing him to run over hot/rugged terrain without any sort of footwear. His genetics have been modified as well, giving him enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, thoughts, and hearing.

Armor/Clothing: Dark Red Hydrasteel Full-Body Armor, Mandalorian Energy Shield, Echani Dueling Shield, Tattered Cloth Shirt, Tattered Cloth Pants.

Weapons: Zabrak Heavy Hand-Cannon Mark IV (x2, Full Modifications), Vibrosword (x2, Full Modifications), Thermal Detonator (x5), Plasma Grenade (x5).

Weapons (Descriptions);

Zabrak Heavy Hand-Cannon Mark IV: The Zabrak Hand-Cannon is the mother of all Heavy Blasters. Sporting an over-clocked energy core and a one-inch width barrel, this can take out most self-operated energys hields in two to three shots. The Zabrak Hand-Cannons severely outmatch Mandalorian Pistol Weaponry, and if one wields two, can outmatch the Mandalorian Heavy Repeater. The core is self-charging, and allows for twenty shots per charge. Each charge takes five seconds to receive. Ordinator's Hand-Cannons are modified with Beam Splitters, Beam Magnifiers, Scopes, and Hair Triggers. The charges have also been shortened to three seconds during a fluke experiment with the overclocking mechanism on the plasma energy cores.

Vibrosword: Your standard Vibrosword, modified with an enhanced Cortosis Weave, plasma edging, vibration cells, and two cylinders of Durasteel Bonding Alloy. The plasma edging is held onto the blade via the enhanced Cortosis Weave, allowing for maximum cutting strength with minimal damage to the actual weapon. Ordinator wields two of these badboys, sheathed in an 'X' at the back of his waist.


History:

GHUILDHER Projects. (Exerpt)

It was in the middle of the night, and everyone around him was tired. Children, lots of children, were lined up in a single-file line, all heading toward a large, dome-shaped structure. Star Ships and Cruisers zoomed overhead while armor-clad Republic Officers ran from left to right, securing defenses and checking Kolto imports. Not much wa sknown about where they were going...The soldiers that were 'escorting' them just smacked the children across the face who asked and told them to keep moving.

These were Republic soldiers, right..? They didn't act like the famous nice-guys of the Galaxy...Infact, they acted like Sith. Only when a screeching Tai-Fighter soared overhead did Merrick realise what was going on. The Sith...The Empire...Had kidnapped him and his friends. They were being lead into a death trap...He knew it.

But he didn't. When they entered the Dome Structure, it turned out to be a massive auditorium, where the children took seats in the front rows. They were all of them tired, lagged from the Cryo-Sleep they'd been forced to be put into. There was scattered whispering amongst the children...But Merrick wasn't about to speak. He rose up in his seat some, doing a quick head count...There were seventy children, including himself, most Kathar, some Human. His mind raced again...What were they doing here? Were they being lead only to be killed? Were they being kidnapped for randsome?

"Silence!" Boomed a deep voice...The children became deathly quiet all at the same time, staring at the black-clad man on the center stage. The podium he stood behind was bolted to the floor, like everything in this god forsaken base. His body was covered in long, flowing black robes, and his head by a hood which cast his pale face in shadow. All that was seen of his skin were his paper-white, wrinkled hands.

"Welcome, my children., to your new home. All seventy of you have been hand-selected to take part in a top-secret Military Operation known as GHUILDHER. Here, you will be physicaly, mentaly, and genetically modified into a series of super-soldiers designed, and meant, for two things: The hunting and killing of the enemy. Welcome to the Empire's Army...I do so hope you enjoy your stay."

There were scattered groans and whispering, but Merrick stayed silent...As he always did. His mind was made up...It was this or death, and death wasn't on his list. In but a few short seconds, the children were on their feet and shuffled out of the auditorium, taken to a series of cylinder-shaped barracks from there. The beds lining the barracks were roughly rectangular, with thin sheets/covers, and small pillows. Each one had a footlocker at it's side, both serving as a home for their clothes and a bedside table. They were thick, forged from plasteel.

They were given two-minute showers in luke-warm, soapy water, then hosed down with cold, non-soapy water to rinse the soap off. They were thankful for the chance to bathe and get the Static taken from their bodies. Merrick didn't especially care for showering, but he took it anyway...He was forced to. After they were all dried off, they were given five minutes to dress themselves and jog outside for their 'morning exercises'. Once outside, they were greeted by a man in a set of Empire Captain's Fatigues.

"Alright, hit the ground and give me fifty sit-ups, GO!" He shouted, dropping onto his back and crunching up. The children all did the same, Merrick being the first to touch metal. His sit ups were much faster than the other children's, and he kept up in pace with the Captain...Only once did their eyes lock, which was during the very last sit up. They held the stare for about ten seconds before the captain looked away, laying on his side.

"One-hundred leg rises, GO!" He belowed, lifting his right leg up into the air. Again, the children all followed, most of them extremely tired by now. One gave out after the first ten, collapsing...He was shot and dragged off, thrown into a trash compactor.

After an eternity, the children wer epulled onto their feet. "Alright, ten laps around the compound, full sprints. Let's go!" Shouted the now annoying Captain. Merrick was the only child not to groan and complain during the laps...Ibfact, he was only two to three feet behind the captain, while all the other children were lagging twenty feet behind. The laps were extremely long, and Merrick could here some scattere dgun fire and screams behind him...After the tenth lap, the children's numbers were halved.

"Alright, exercises are over. Report to the Archives for your Tutoring."

Thankful for the break from their morning exercises, the children took their time reporting to the Archival Rooms...There, they were lead into a large room, where a woman clad in Captain's Fatigues was waiting for them. She greeted them all with an unusually warm smile for one of the Empire, and motioned for them to take seats on the cushioned chairs provided. Grateful, the children did so, Merrick sitting at the head of the class.

"Welcome to class, children. I am your instructor, Malaya Kinimara, but you may call me Miss Kini."



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