Petty Officer, 3rd class Paula Douglas
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| Age |
Sex |
Str |
Dex |
End |
Int |
Edu |
Soc |
| 52 |
F |
6 (0) |
4 (-1) |
2 (-2) |
10 (1) |
5 (-1) |
2 (-2) |
| Scornful, Helpless |
| Skills |
|---|
| Art (Holography) 1 |
| Astrogation 1 |
| Athletics (Endurance) 2 |
| Athletics (Strength) 1 |
| Carouse 0 |
| Electronics (Comms) 1 |
| Gun Combat (Archaic) 1 |
| Gunner (Screen) 1 |
| Jack-of-all-Trades 1 |
| Mechanic 1 |
| Melee (Bludgeon) 1 |
| Melee (Unarmed) 1 |
| Pilot (Small Craft) 1 |
| Recon 2 |
| Streetwise 0 |
| Survival 0 |
| Vacc Suit 1 |
|
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| Career | Assignment | Title | Rank | Terms |
|---|
| Army |
Army Support |
Lance Corporal |
1 |
2 |
| Agent |
Law Enforcement |
Rookie |
0 |
1 |
| Entertainer |
Artist |
|
1 |
2 |
| Navy |
Flight |
Petty Officer, 3rd class |
2 |
3 |
|
| Term | History |
|---|
| 1 | Became a Army Support at age 18 |
| 1 | Is now a Private |
| 1 | A new romantic starts. Gain an Ally. |
| 1 | Attempt at commissioned failed. |
| 1 | Promoted to Army Support rank 1 |
| 1 | Is now a Lance Corporal |
| 2 | Continued as Army Support at age 22 |
| 2 | Thrown into a brutal ground war |
| 2 | Scarred. Fully recovered. Owe 2,500 for medical bills. |
| 3 | Voluntarily left Army Support |
| 3 | Became a Law Enforcement at age 26 |
| 3 | Is now a Rookie |
| 3 | Hard times caused by a lack of interstellar trade costs you your job. |
| 4 | Became a Artist at age 30 |
| 4 | Refused to criticise a questionable political leader on your homeworld. |
| 4 | Promoted to rank 1 |
| 5 | Continued as Artist at age 34 |
| 5 | Public opinion turns on you. |
| 6 | Became a Flight at age 38 |
| 6 | Is now a Crewman |
| 6 | Special assignment or duty on board ship. |
| 6 | Promoted to Flight rank 1 |
| 6 | Is now a Able Spacehand |
| 7 | Continued as Flight at age 42 |
| 7 | Advanced training in a specialist field |
| 7 | Promoted to Flight rank 2 |
| 7 | Is now a Petty Officer, 3rd class |
| 8 | Continued as Flight at age 46 |
| 8 | You are blamed for an accident that causes the death of several crew members. Your guilt drives you to excel. |