Kenrath
Well-Known Member
Prologue:
Once upon a time Norin Kellarov was a Republic Navy fighter pilot who could give two feths about blaster pistols much less how to shoot them. Then he got shot down the first time running a bombing mission on a defensive emplacement. He began to rethink his stance on blaster pistols. Norin however was a bit stubborn and even more pig headed so after a week or two he shrugged it off.
Then he got shot down again. This time while flying a close air support mission for a surround and cut off commando squad deep behind enemy lines. Where he would spend almost 16 hours running for his life from enemies soldiers trying not to get killed while waiting for rescue. That experience had a more lasting effect on his point of view.
When the Republic collapsed Norin went back home to Alderaan. While thread he found the chance to train with the infamous Mandalorains in not only weapons but in how to survive. Norin jumped at the chance.
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Today.
Norin stood just outside of one of the First Order's outdoor training ranges. He had gotten word that somebody in the government was seeking out a bit of weapons training. Norin remembering have gotten the chance to right some wrongs in his own training had volunteered to teach what he knew.
Norin wore civilian clothing consisting of pants, a t-shirt, and boots. He wore a pair of protective shoot glasses on his head to be used on the firing line. In his left hand carried a small bag with the tools of the trade for the day.
[member="Sage Annel"]
Once upon a time Norin Kellarov was a Republic Navy fighter pilot who could give two feths about blaster pistols much less how to shoot them. Then he got shot down the first time running a bombing mission on a defensive emplacement. He began to rethink his stance on blaster pistols. Norin however was a bit stubborn and even more pig headed so after a week or two he shrugged it off.
Then he got shot down again. This time while flying a close air support mission for a surround and cut off commando squad deep behind enemy lines. Where he would spend almost 16 hours running for his life from enemies soldiers trying not to get killed while waiting for rescue. That experience had a more lasting effect on his point of view.
When the Republic collapsed Norin went back home to Alderaan. While thread he found the chance to train with the infamous Mandalorains in not only weapons but in how to survive. Norin jumped at the chance.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Today.
Norin stood just outside of one of the First Order's outdoor training ranges. He had gotten word that somebody in the government was seeking out a bit of weapons training. Norin remembering have gotten the chance to right some wrongs in his own training had volunteered to teach what he knew.
Norin wore civilian clothing consisting of pants, a t-shirt, and boots. He wore a pair of protective shoot glasses on his head to be used on the firing line. In his left hand carried a small bag with the tools of the trade for the day.
[member="Sage Annel"]
