Ok, so I was never satisfied with my old back story for Slide so this is a slight rework of what I had wrote.
I was born in a county hospital in the slums of the Redmond Barrens. My father? never knew the prick, I was raised by my big brother Jessy and my good old mom. Shit was rough. Sure orks where officialy recognized as people when I was born but lets face it. We were second class citizens. One bedroom apartment and generic brand gernola crunch. Welcome to the future chummer. We even managed to afford an old flat screen TV. Too bad those sim flicks don't translate well to it.
Me and my bro tended to be ork boys. We were bigger, stronger and faster than the rest of the kids in the barrens. Hell we even had a few chumers to make trouble with us. We threwdown some times, but nothing major. That is until Jessy died.
When I was 14 a rival gang cornered me alone. They beat me something fierce. I remember coughing up blood when one of them pulled a knife. He went for my face but I got my arm up in the way. I still got those scars today. This is about when Jessy rolled up with the boys. He never could abandon a one of the boys. Well the whole thing turned into a brawl. I don't remember a whole lot of it. I think I saw Jessy go down. I remember my boys pulling me off the body of another ganger, his jaw broken and nose crushed. I threw up. They said we had to go. I wouldn't. I was the only one alive in the ally when the police showed up.
Nine months in Juvi go by pretty quick in all honesty. I was 15 when I got out, and picked up right where I left off. Being a small time ganger and getting a bigger criminal record. Eventualy I was given a ultimatum. Join the military or go back to prision for a long long time.
For a punk from the streets who never did anything with his life, boot camp becomes a monumental accomplishment. The core gave me purpose and drive. It wasn't long before the sent me to the front lines in the NAN.
"SARGE!!!" an explosion of shrapnel and fire from behind slammed me to the ground. The world seemed to sway as I looked up from the ground. I could see Sarge's mouth moving, as he looked down at me, but couldn't here a thing. Everything seemed to be ringing.
"....ink he's alright. Get your head dow--" That was my Sargent's last words before the bullet took him in the side of the head. I looked to Drago, and Ore, neither seemed to know what to do. So this is it...
All I became aware of was the rifle beneath me, digging into my ribs.
I already had a metal on my chest by the time we had Sarge's Funeral. They said it was for valor under fire... What the hell does that mean? I lost friends, I really don't care to repeat that experience. So long Sarge, wait, it's Master Gunny now... Well keep a spot open for the rest of us on the bus to where ever your going.
It wasn't long before they decided I should be spec ops. I didn't have that career for long when I got invited to my CO's office. "So Corporal would you like to really serve your country?" They set me up with a security clearance, an honarable discharge and an interview for KE Spec Ops. The great thing was they still payed me to be in the core.
Thats when I met my new boys. Stevens, Strongheart, and Schultz. I spent a few years working with those guys as a sleeper agent. I went under the knife, responded to high threat situations. I killed and saved lives. Being a corprate wage slave wasn't so bad. My ma passed away thinking that I did something good in life. I hope she never saw what really happened.
We got loned to Ares for an escort mission. The core took intrest in the shipment. Well I set up the ambush. It was easy. I force Lt. Brubaker promise to allow my boys go before i would give up the location info. I really don't know if he planned on it or not.
Not sure who the VIP was or what made him important. Our job was to get him out of the NAN no questions asked. It was a lonely stretch of road the type with no witnesses. The ambush happened fast, guns where pointed in all directions. The Marines 100% had he drop on the convoy. Not to mention my pistol at the back Schultz's head. It felt awful. I told them it was business. I told them it was my job, that no one had to be hurt. Those looks of hurt and betrayal in their eyes. Never before had I regretted my service to the core. This was not how a marine should be. As the helicopter took off the LT gave out a simple order. "Make it clean."
The rockets flew and i knew it was my hands that that blood was on. I couldn't look away from the inferno. The were my crew, my comrades, my brothers. I could not let this stand. The Lt. looked at me with a smug smile on his face, "Relax." The word rolled off his tongue. This JO had never seen real combat, he had never bled or killed alongside brothers. This shit thought that he could tell me just relax. I breathed deep when the inferno was out of sight. I was surrounded by marines with guns. I could kill the Lt. but there is no way i would get out alive. I had to wait.
That night I caught him alone. He was reviewing data chips taken during the mission. I didn't even give him a reason, i just clocked him in the back of the head knocking him out of his chair. He looked up at me shocked. I struck him again remembering my betrayal. Again remembering my brothers. I picked up his chair and brought it down on his knee over and over again.
The door was kicked open and a marine rushed in with pistol drawn. He was fast but I had tech on my side. The chair flew across the room smashing him in the face. I grabbed the data chips Brubaker was reviewing and ran for it. It takes a large base a long time to go on lock down. I just drove out the front gate and abandoned my car. There was nothing left for me here. I started wandering for some time. Eventually I decided to make my way back to the streets of Seattle. Started work as hired muscle. Thats when I met Overgrim.
