Decembrist

Vasili Rustam
Military Information
Callsign	Decembrist
Rank	Senior Sergeant Kami's Underthing Suspected: Member of secret society
Position	Grunt
Squad	RAIDERS
Platoon	Wildcard
Biographical Information
Homeworld	Moorja
Age	24
Species	Human
Gender	Male
Skin Color	Light
Height	6 Feet, 1 Inch
Weight	175 Lb
Hair Color	Black, short, scruffy
Facial Hair	Bristly
Eye Color	Gray
Personal Information
Nicknames	'V' 'Vee'
Family	Classified
Fighting Styles	Brawler
Profession	Drunk/Pilot

 

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"One Jazzy... Alcoholic."

Description

Vasili Rustam is one jazzy, laid back, apathetic, crazy, smooth, lazy, smoking, alcoholic. In essence, he doesn't give a damn. He's lived his life not giving a damn. If he could go on not giving a damn for the rest of his life, he would. But he has better things to do.

He's a self-centered sweet-talker who loves to have fun and does nothing but. He's a rogue. He's never held a job in his life and looks towards the Empire (blowing things up) for his own slice of glory. Oh, there's girls in the Navy too, right?

An average sized man from a below average life, Vasili is hardly what anyone would consider heroic. He has his strong points - mostly when it comes to talking and drinking and looking good - but very rarely do they serve anyone but himself. If anything, he's likeable.

More recently, Vasili has developed severe mental problems. He has become volatile, disillusioned, and somewhat unperceptive of the world around him. His insanity makes him dangerous; he is belligerant and murderous, often killing enemy combatants when it is unnecessary. Through all this he retains his cool attitude, implying that he is fine with blood and making him quite intimidating to those who know what he is capable of.

A Short (Pre-)History

All eyes were glued to the Holovid screen in the corner. A single person stood on screen holding a microphone, far behind him a luminescent city in the night. The music stopped, the crowd went silent, nobody ate or drank, even the smoke-filled air seemed to stand still; a night that was to contain such enormous celebration was to be decided in four words.

"The Empire has won."

The entire bar exploded into cheer all at once. The music resumed, louder than before, clinking glasses accented the victorious melodies, and strangers shared their cigarettes and pipes with the people next to them. The town of Moorjee was on fire tonight.

Any other place on the planet of Moorja would be fleeing at this point, but the small Imperial-loyal town of Moorjee was ready to accept their new leadership. Ever since the Vast Empire landed on their trade-run planet the Moorjee Militia had been skirmishing with nearby towns for whatever support they could lend to the Empire. The townsfolk sacrificed all they could to help with the change in leadership.

Vasili Rustam didn't care much for either group to win, the current Moorja government or the Empire, but stayed loyal to his town and joined his fellow Militia comrades at the local cantina to listen in on the news at the capitol. He sat at the back, his usual table, sipped at his usual cheap alcohol, chewed on his usual cigarette, stared at the usual people through his usual sunglasses. He was too laid back to jump up and cheer, however, his apathetic attitude getting the best of him in times of conflict.

No... that night Vasili went home early. He and his friends did, that is. The Three of them grew up together as the town troublemakers. The "troublemakers of the troublemakers" Moorjee authorities would call the Three kids. They did everything together, and now, as adults, they would leave together.

Moorjee was a town of freed prisoners who never were accepted back into society. Everyone had no families or homes to return to, so they all joined a larger family and made new homes. Vasili and his two friends weren't any acceptions, and the three looked after each other since they arrived in the town. They never liked being in Moorjee, and now, now that the planet was under new ownership, they found a chance to escape.

They had packed their bags earlier that day, right after getting back from their Militia duty. As the town gathered at the cantina to see the report, the Three ensured they had their transportation and their identification. Nobody knew they had left before they woke up.

"Hey Herm, turn that stuff up!" Cole yelled over the the wind flowing past the Three.

The man sitting shotgun reached over and turned a knob, looked back, and smirked at Cole as a jazzy sound filled the open-roofed speeder rushing through the plains.

"That's the stuff!" Cole yelled again, beginning to snap his fingers and nod his head. All Three were thinking the same exciting thoughts that were being amplified through their favorite music. Vasili casually piloted the speeder through the open fields, hardly thinking about what he was doing with nothing but air in either direction. They all exchanged glances through their sunglasses as Vasili cranked the speed up more. Three guys on cloud nine with their own set of... repulsorlift generators.

It was just before midday when the Three arrived at the nearest Imperial city. They hardly looked presentable with their scruffy hair and wrinkled suits, but continued to hop out of the speeder and walk on through. They waved to civilians on the streets as they passed, stopped to read Imperial Propaganda, admired marks of battle, did anything regular people would do. They were searching, however, for the Imperials.

"Excuse me, miss?" Vasili stopped to ask an aging woman sitting outside her doorway. "You know where the Imperials have parked themselves 'round here?"

The woman shook her head and waved her hands, obviously scared and worried at the word "Imperials". She quickly fled inside. Vasili shrugged his shoulders at Cole and Herm and the Three laughed. They turned to walk, and standing ten feet away were two Stormtroopers, guns raised.

"You boys want something?" a female voice called out from under a helmet.

"Woah, Stormie girl!" Herm blurted out. "I want a date, if you're available." The Three chuckled and lit cigarettes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The other one questioned, another female, trying to move on from the joke.

"Us?" Herm spoke again.

"She must be talking to us," Cole reassured him.

"We're here to enlist, darlin'," Vasili mumbled through his smoke.

"Locals? Bullshit," the Stormie announced incredulously.

"Well, we're from Moorjee, if that does anythin' for ya," Vasili responded.

"I don't care where the hell you're from. If you're here to enlist, you're gonna have to talk with one of the higher ups over in City Hall. It's over the hill." She point behind her. "Get out of my face."

The Three had that affect on girls.

Inside City Hall, they mock-saluted all of the Officers they past and laughed at their own antics as they turned the corners. After they got through a couple receptionists, they took a seat in a waiting area filled with other wannabe Imperials and were called in one by one. Vasili was last.

He entered and was instructed to take a seat by an young man who was preoccupied pouring drinks at a liquor cabinet. "Do you like whiskey, Mr... Rustam, was it?"

"Yeah, to both."

The man came over and put two glasses on the desk in front of him. "My name is Sergeant Daquer. I'll be asking you some questions today. Think of this as your assessment." Daquer put extra emphasis on "assessment" through his already emphasized speech. "Your friends were quite rude to me, and I don't expect different from you. You best think about what you say before you say it." Vasili sat back, his limbs lazily falling out of the chair he was sitting in.

"I take your silence as an agreement." He looked down at some papers. "During the invasion of Moorja, what have you done personally for the Empire?"

"I was part of the Moorjee Militia. We were involved in many skirmishes with loyalists."

"Have you ever been actively disloyal to the Empire and its ideals?"

"I've never supported any ideals but my own, brother."

Daquer licked his lips and took a deep breath. "Why do you want to be a part of the Empire?"

"It's a matter of weighing options." Vasili lit a cigarette at this point. "I don't belong here. I figured hell, why n-"

"What exactly do you intend on doing for the Empire?" Daquer interrupted, annoyed at the blatant lack of respect.

"Me?" Vasili pretended like he was thinking for a moment. "Well... I wanna fly."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well, it's not exactly easy to walk to a command ship, now is it, Sergeant?" Vasili rested his feet on the desk and smiled. Daquer took a stamp and angrily slammed it several times on a paper, with several grunting sounds accompanying the fury of ink. He had to think hard.

"I wouldn't accept you as an Imperial, but I don't have any reason to reject you." Daquer handed Vasili a folded paper. Peering down at it, it had several yellow stamp marks that said "average" and one red mark labeled "below average" next to "Attitude and loyalty towards the Vast Empire".

"You'll report to extended assessment tomorrow," the sergeant continued, "On board one of our command ships, I cannot tell you which for security reasons. Your friends and you will get on board a shuttle tomorrow at 0500 hours and will be tested by the Navy for placement. A pilot position is not guaranteed, there are plenty of positions to be filled. If you fail as completely as people with ten times your intelligence, the highest rank you'll be achieving is Janitor." He extended a hand to be shaken. Vasili removed his glasses and took it.

"Perhaps there is hope for you after all."

"Yeah, I'm wishin'."

Service History

Lt. Commander Arturus' Doashim Project

Immediately upon entry into the Vast Empire Fleet, Vasili was placed under the strict watch of Lt. Commander Arturus. He was to serve in the Commander's Doashim project, an experimental fighter/bomber squadron based off a mobile command ship that operated remotely from the fleet. Though the project was initially a success, Vasili and his flightmate Aeos were not the ace pilots that it needed, crashlanding on several, more intricate missions. The cohesiveness of the unit faltered on multiple fronts: romantic tension between Vasili and Aeos as well as infighting between Arturus and Jaden, the Flight Leader on board Doashim, ultimately broke the group.

First Disappearance: Jester

For all his acts of insubordination, disorderly conduct, substance abuse, and general laziness, Vasili was court martialed under Vast Empire Naval Law. He was reportedly sent to a secret prison on Lopen where he disappeared for months. Upon his release, the Vast Empire forcefully signed him up for duty in the Army, where they hoped his newly acquired murderous insanity would benefit land wars. For a while, High Command's gamble worked; as a trooper in Jester Squad, V's murderous tendencies fit in well. It was almost a whole quarter of a year before he ended up on Lopen again.

During this stint in the Army, Vasili somehow ended up serving with Aeos again and he discovered that she was originally a soldier, jaded by the life and trying her hand at flying. The two bonded further - Vasili developed an unhealthy attraction to her and she grew increasingly annoyed by their love-hate relationship. Vee built a rapport with his new commander, Kami Sharpe, much similar to that of his one with Aeos. After a short time and for reasons unknown, V began disappearing again for days and weeks, each time returning a little bit more insane. Given the matter of his relationships between his old friend Aeos and his new commander Sharpe (both suspected to be in the same secret society) and the series of strange disappearances, official records suspect V of being involved with said secret society despite showing him as imprisoned for various crimes during those times. Eventually, Vasili did not return from one of his disappearances for more than half a year.

Second Disappearance: RAIDERS

When Vasili was finally extradicted from a prison on the asteroid KS-414, he was brought back to RAIDERS Squad, where he found himself, uncannily, working with Aeos again. He came back a different man; all of a sudden he was more obedient, willing, and motivated than before. That's not saying much, considering he didn't give a damn before, but he still was considered an asset to the Corps. V participated in several missions with RAIDERS, miraculously staying out of harm's way AND jail. His murderous tendencies fit perfectly with the CrAzIeS, and his efforts were rewarded with recognition. Until recently, his performance had been unmarred, but V took an extended leave with the Council's permission and disappeared once more.

Third Disappearance: Osk

From Intelligence Archives

Vasili Rustam has completed his term on Lopen. He has been reactivated into the Army, pending further Council requests to bring him to Lopen. Army High Council will pick him up from high security prison on Asteroid CM-220.

Official documents signed by "K. Sharpe" release Rustam from active enlistment and enlist him into active duty and Imperial Center Store employment. Given Sharpe's special involvement in pirate activity and Rustam's prior lifestyle habits, it is most likely that Rustam was allured by a recruitment offer for her task. Rustam is expected to perform duties of ICS and Army simultaneously; the Council's got him all tied up in the system as a punishment for his repeated crimes.

Relationships

Aeos

This one's a doozy. Aeos has been present in every active unit that Vasili has, and he's grown quite fond of her. Infatuated, even. Their original romantic tension was a factor in the dissolution of the Doashim project, and their relationship has deteriorated at face value ever since. Aeos considers V intolerable, and V considers Aeos easy to poke at. Vasili can't shake the feeling, though, that she really adores him. Because who doesn't? Then again, any woman that DOESN'T adore V would leave him in love, curious and wanting to change that. Maybe that's what drives him...

Kami

Just adjust the type of relationship V and Ae have to a smaller timescale, and what you have is a less intense love-hate between Kami and Vasili. There's mutual respect involved, which is more than the unmutual respect Vasili has for Aeos. Kami, as V's captain, trusts him to do his job on board the Zephyr and V trusts Kami to keep him occupied with an interesting job.

Positions

Positions
Position	Start	Until	Reason
Flight School Trainee	May 27, 2007	May 31, 2007	Joined VE Navy
Flight Member	May 31, 2007	September 5, 2007	Placed in Sentinel Squadron
Trooper	September 5, 2007	October 23, 2008	RETIRED from Navy, placed in Jester Squad
Commander of Training Assistant	April 18, 2008	October 23, 2008	Hired as CoT:A
Trooper	September 8, 2009	Current	Returned from reserves, placed in RAIDERS Squad
Platoon Adjutant	September 8, 2009	April 18, 2010	Hired as Wildcard PA
Tactical Department Staff	November 8, 2009	Current	Hired as Tactical Department Staff

Ranks

Ranks
Insignia	Rank	Start	Until	Reason for Promotion
	Crewman	May 27, 2007	May 31, 2007	Graduated Flight School
	Senior Crewman	May 31, 2007	June 24. 2007	Graduated Flight School with a score of 100% on the Aviator's Exam
	Petty Officer Second Class	June 24, 2007	RETIREMENT (9/5/07)	Outstanding Participation in the ESC '07
	Sergeant	September 5, 2007	January 17, 2010	Transfer enlistement from Navy
	Senior Sergeant	January 17, 2010	Current	"Not only did he participate in the competition but he covered most of Tanus' work for him while he was having PC difficulties. He is awarded a Ring of Merit [RoM], the Cross of Distinguished Service [CDS], AND Promoted to Senior Sergeant." - Rizzit

Awards

Awards
Ribbon	Award	Award Name	Date Received	Reason
N/A	(*=A=*)	Aviator's Certificate	May 31, 2007	Graduated Flight School
	[SoA]	Star of the Academy	May 31, 2007	Showed exemplary proficiency in making himself a pilot of the Vast Empire Navy.
	[SoV]	Star of Valor	June 24, 2007	Showed truly outstanding achievement and extraordinary service. Awarded for aiding his superior officers in their duties.
	[CBV]	Cross of Bravery	June 24, 2007	Repeatedly showed extreme dedication and loyalty to a Squadron or Wing over a long period of time and consistently contributed new ideas for the Squadron or Wing. Awarded for heavy participation in the ESC '07.
	[RoM]	Ring of Merit	January 17, 2010	"Not only did he participate in the [HSG 2009] but he covered most of Tanus' work for him while he was having PC difficulties. He is awarded a Ring of Merit [RoM], the Cross of Distinguished Service [CDS], AND Promoted to Senior Sergeant." - Rizzit
	[CDS]	Cross of Distinguished Service	January 17, 2010	"Not only did he participate in the [HSG 2009] but he covered most of Tanus' work for him while he was having PC difficulties. He is awarded a Ring of Merit [RoM], the Cross of Distinguished Service [CDS], AND Promoted to Senior Sergeant." - Rizzit

Story Participation

Story Participation
Story	Start Date	End Date	Type	Post Count
Pre-tally	Unknown	?	Various	1
Lantern Light	May 31, 2007	?	Squadron (Sentinel)	1
Betrayal on Misoo: Doashim	June 10, 2007	?	Competition (2007 Summer Navy Competition)	7
Vasili and Aeos's SNC Personal Story	June 10, 2007	?	Competition/Personal (2007 Summer Navy Competition)	2
Character Development	August 4, 2007	?	Personal/Squadron {Sentinel)	4
It's Severin' Time	September 16, 2007	?		1
Operation Slug Hunt	October 3, 2007	?		2
Fingers Be Uncrossed! (Phase 2)	May 12, 2008	?	Multi-Squad	1
Renegade Retrieval	July 29, 2008	?	Squad	4
Hidden Agenda	August 26, 2008	?	Platoon	1
Old Dogs, New Tricks	September 9, 2009	?	Squad	3
Who Watches the Watchers	September 26, 2009	?	Various	1
RAIDERS Halloween	October 26, 2009	?	Holiday Competition	1
The Watchers, part II	November 8, 2009	?	Squad	5
HSC 2009 - Raiders	December 6, 2009	?	Holiday Competition	3
The Convoy	January 16, 2010	?	Squad	2
Total:				39