Grand Shepherd Burtch
Retired old admiral
Location: Large landing pad at the Elysium Empire Training Camp on Dagobah
Objective: Hitch a ride with Var-Sulis to the HMS Shii-Cho which is docked at Sluis Van, finishing general maintenance.
Possessions and gear:
Objective: Hitch a ride with Var-Sulis to the HMS Shii-Cho which is docked at Sluis Van, finishing general maintenance.
Possessions and gear:
- Under Armor: Elysium Empire navy uniform
Main outfit: Elysium Empire navy officer uniform
Sidearm: Navy Blaster - A dozen-or-so boxes and crates filled with documents, data pads, data tapes, text books, office supplies etc.
- One small suitcase for personal effects.
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Vice Admiral Burtch, newly promoted, followed a group of wookies and trandoshans to the landing pad. Each of the persons in front of him was carrying a box of his documents and books which he had collected over the years. Like most Chiss, he tended to favor books and hard copy documents over electronically stored information. However, not only was it a cultural point for him, but a practical one. He felt that electronic documents were more susceptible to tampering, hacking, or accidental deletion. Flimsiplast documents, while physically fragile, were much harder to alter and had to be physically possessed in order for one to steal information from them. That being said, because of Elysium procedures and for the sake of convenience, he also kept electronic copies on data tapes and datapads so that he could seamlessly transfer information to colleagues or other sources as needed.
He himself only carried a small suitcase of personal belongings. It wasn't very full, though, and Burtch wasn't sure that anything in his suitcase wasn't originally issued by the military in the first place. He didn't collect art, momentos, or even gifts really. In his mind, he couldn't help but feel like his books and documents were more of a personal collection of his than anything in his suitcase. And everything in those boxes was property of the Elysium Empire Navy. Despite his military wage, which was ample as a senior officer, he didn't really have anything of his own.
Together, he and his aiding group of wookies and trandoshans zigzagged through the halls of the rapidly fabricated training base before they emerged onto a massive landing pad that was large enough to host several sporting events at once. There were a dozen-or-so total marines stationed at the access ways, and dock staff bustling about in preparation for the transport that would take Burtch to his destination. It had not yet arrived, but Burtch knew that already. Punctuality was important to him, but a selfish-boyish part of him still liked to watch big warships land. So he had arrived extra early.
He and his host stopped at the edge of the marked landing zone and they set his belongings on the pad. He formally thanked them all before they were sent off, leaving him alone. He sat on one of the crates marked "tapes" and took a rare moment to relax and look up at the stars above Dagobah while he waited.
Loreena Arenais-Valhoun