Altair Ahad

Altair Ahad
Biographical Information
Race	Human
Homeworld	Red Cap
Mother	Ahab Ahad
Father	Rebekka Ahad
Spouse	none
Siblings	Charon Ahad
Children	none
Born	Year -15 Day 98
Imperial Service
Branch	Imperial Army
Positions	BXO
Prior Service	None
Awards

Sergeant First Class Altair Ahad was born in a miniscule mining colony, on the small nearly resource-stripped planet of Red Cap. The people of Red Cap are caught in a harsh never ending cycle of poverty and oppression. Altair worked for the mine until he had saved up enough money to leave Red Cap and never look back. Soon Altair found himself on Tattooine. He made a living by bartending and working security for a small cantina. Frustrated that he was still stuck doing nothing with his life, Altair decided he needed more. After seing a tattered Imperial Army recruitment poster, Altair quickly contacted the Empire's recruiting service. After securing a ride off Tattooine, he arrived at the Imperial Academy and has never looked back. Altair Ahad now serves in the Imperial Army.

Biography

Early Years

A young Altair.

Not much is known about Altair's early life. Other than he worked for the mine until he had saved up enough money to leave Red Cap. On his home planet nearly everyone who called the rock home, were colonists brought in to work the mines. The colonists soon became like mindless drones, knowing only work. It was an unofficial and unspoken rule that everyone was expected to work for the mine until the day they were to old to work or died. Soon after Altair came of age to work in the mines, he realized he wanted more out of his life. He was not content with merely wasting away his small existence. This rebellious streak in him was noticed by his parents and his fellow workers who ostracized and ridiculed him for his dreams. Although outcast, Altair continued to work the mines day in and day out, wit the hopes of making something out of himself. Once he had saved up enough money to leave, he quickly made his way off the world that he considered his prison. Altair soon found himself on Tattooine, with no friends and very little money leftover from his exodus. The first few months were hard for him and he began to doubt his decision to leave Red Cap. He soon found work at a small cantina and as he worked there his doubts began to double. Soon he began to regret his decision to leave Red Cap. His doubts and regrets soon manifested themselves into depression and despair. One day while walking to work one morning Altair saw something that would change his life forever. On a wall of a building was a tattered and faded Imperial Army Recruitment poster. Altair quickly realized that this was exactly what he was looking for, this was his way out of the gutter.

The Academy

Once Altair had contacted the Imperial Recruiting Service he used what little money he still had to secure a ride off of Tattoine, and to the nearest Imperial Recruiting Depot. Soon after he signed his life away, Altair arrived at the Imperial Academy on Carida. While there he learned the basics of being a Stormtrooper. Altair learned to march in step, how to effectively utilize his armor, how to operate and maintain his E-11 blaster rifle, and many other useful skills. The Academy was one of the most challenging things Altair had done with his life, but he would'nt trade it for the world. The Imperial Army picked him up when he was at one of the lowest points in his life, and it built him back up stronger than he ever was before.

The Army

Right out of the Academy Altair was assigned to the Imperial Army. Private Altair was not sure of himself when he first arrived. He was not sure if he could match up to the combat hardened veterans that surrounded him. Soon how ever his initial fears and doubts gave way to a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. After serving in the Army for awhile, Altair felt he truly belonged to it. It seems to have become like a family to him.

Troop Training

Altair's first mission, while serving with the Army, was to assist in training a garrison of Stormtroopers. Altair jumped into this mission head long, working his troopers to exhaustion everyday. Through all of the rigorous PT Altair trained with his troops. Despite being a rookie himself Altair did not hesitate giving out orders and generously handing out extra PT to those troops who attempted to slack off. Modeling his leadership style off that of his instructors on Carida. When time for live-fire exercises came around Altair's training platoon excelled and passed the ordeal with flying colors. Reflecting upon Altair and themselves all the blood, sweat, and tears they had shed to serve the Empire. When orders came through it was apparent that the this mission was at an end and he would be moving on to a new mission in a new unfamiliar place. Altair hated to leave behind these troopers he had trained and had forged a bond with. However this was the Army and Altair would have to appear unaffected, lest he be seen as a weak fool in front of his peers and superiors. So with a final order Altair dismissed his troopers, formed up with his unit, and boarded the waiting transports, destined for a far away land.

Operation Stellar Ageis

Soon Altair found himself bound not only to the Army, but also to the newly formed Imperial Assault Force. It was surprisingly quick how fast the two units meshed together and became one cohesive unit. Before they knew it Altair and the rest of the AF were deployed in their first mission together: Operation Stellar Ageis. Throughout the Operation, Altair served with the ferociousness and efficiency demanded by this new unit. Searching planet after planet, system after system, relentlessly searching out enemies of the New Order. Altair distinguished himself during this endeavor and was promoted to Sergeant and eventually to Sergeant First Class. During one leg of the mission Altair was grievously injured and was placed in the Imperial reserves, commanding a small planetary militia, to recover.

Altair during Operation Stellar Ageis.

Injury and Recovery

During Ageis, SFC Altair discovered a small team of smugglers on a distant and remote planet. When they caught sight of him, they engaged him with blaster fire which he returned. Faced with stout opposition the criminals immediately fled. Not one to let the enemy escape, Altair gave chase. He called for backup as he continued to hound the bandits; sadly, none of his comrades were close enough to provide immediate assistance. Yet Altair continued his attempt to apprehend or destroy the criminals. Before long the smugglers grew tired of the chase and began to assault Altair with increasingly intense blaster fire. SFC Ahad plowed on through the relentless firefight, all the while receiving small injuries and dishing out deadly bolts from his E-11. Despite his brave and foolish efforts he was met with a grim turn of events. After disabling several smugglers Altair tried to once more to advance, in order to both carry on the chase and finish off his injured enemies that had been left behind by their so-called friends. When he drew upon a gravely wounded smuggler, Altair readied himself to deliver a quick kill shot to end the outlaw's wretched life. But, to SFC Ahad’s surprise, the vagabond rolled over and peppered Altair with light blaster fire, meanwhile revealing several armed thermal detonators hidden beneath his broken body. Knowing he could not escape entirely, Altair quickly dispatched his wily foe and sprinted as fast and hard as his legs would take him from the threat. When the detonators unleashed their payload, SFC Ahad was barely ten paces away. He was thrown, like a child’s plaything, through the air; the intense heat fusing parts of his battle-scarred white armor to the flesh beneath it. The last thing Altair remembered before he lost consciousness was an excruciatingly sharp pain in the back of this neck, immediately following his terrifying view of the earth quickly racing towards his face. Despite their best efforts, a time span of almost forty-minutes had elapsed from the time of the explosion to the time his long-lost brothers were able to come to his rescue. When SFC Ahad was finally transported to the nearest Medical Station, Altair’s survival was doubted and the possibility of recovery was shadowed in even more doubt. Yet with hours upon hours of tireless work, together with the care of both his fellow soldiers and the Imperial doctors charged with his life, he slowly began to increase his chance at life. Eventually he was in a stable enough condition where he could be clairvoyant for a few hours at a time before he would need to rest for hours on end once more. It was during one of these moments that he was given the news. Altair had been in a coma for nearly six months, he had sustained severe burns across his body, with his back and his legs taking the worst of it. In addition to his burns, his spine had been fractured in five places, including his neck, plus over a third of the bones in his body had been fractured, snapped, or crushed, his eardrums were perforated and he was left nearly blind from the explosion. As if these injuries weren't enough, he lost both his left arm from mid-bicep down, and his right leg down to just below his knee. With nearly another six months of operations and rehabilitation ahead of him, coupled with a severe doubt of full recovery, Altair fell into another bout of depression. One much like he had experienced on Tatooine which seemed like a life time ago. Just simply going through the motions of life and losing contact with people he once considered his family. This was quite possibly one of the hardest points in his life thus far and the time seemed to drag on forever. Eventually he recovered more than anyone would have believed and was put in charge of a small garrison of militia. Yet this was still not enough for the young warrior. Embarrassed by his wound and his (what he believed to be) “less-then-honorable” post, he continued to spiral down a path of self-destruction. This would not last however; soon Altair was contacted by a doctor who told him something he didn’t believe himself. This news was that, with his steady improvement in his constant rehabilitation, he may be afforded the opportunity to return to Active Service. With a new sense of vigor Altair attacked his rehab regime like never before, exponentially decreasing the estimated time span, and eventually he was declared fit for service in the Empire’s Legions once again. With a large donation to the Medical Center responsible for his Cinderella story and a thank you to it's staff, now comissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant, Altair was relieved of his garrison duty and he boarded a transport set for his new unit.

Return to Service

To be continued.........

Traits

Personality

Ever since the Imperial Acadey Altair Ahad has been fiercely loyal to the Galactic Empire and especially to the Army. He tries to keep a cool head even under the most stressful of situations, but will occasionally need assistance to overcome frustration and panic once they set in. Altair has also struggled with periods of deep depression throughout his life. Likely the result of his bleak childhood and adolesance in the colony he was raised in. These bouts are brought on by failure and helplessness in situations he feels he has no control over. This mentality has also given him one of his defining traits. Altair naturaly steps into leadership roles, constantly doing everything in his power to maintain positive control of every situation he is put in. Aswell as zealously attempting to regain that control once lost. Another side effect of his life on Red Cap is that following orders is very easy for him, given it is issued from a cause he believes in, such as th Empire. No matter the order Altair will give his all to complete it. Altair does not openly despise non-humans, but believes them to be lacking in nearly every aspect life. In his mind Humans are the future of the galaxy. He believes that unless non-humans can prove themselves above the cut, they are simply lazy decitful scum who only wish to take advantage of the Empire's efforts to improve the galaxy. He is however, a soldier in the Imperial Army, therefore a professional, and will keep his beliefs to himself when need be. In addition to non-humans, Altair spitefully despises rebels and all enemies of the Empire. Considering them merely a road bump on the path of progress. Due to his time spent in the Assault Force, Altair has picked up vast amounts of naval terminology, such using the words as decks for floors and hatches for doors. Aswell as using "Aye Sir" as a response to a command. Altair tends to use these and other terms in entirely Army settings absent mindly. As such, he may sometimes need to be reminded of this.

Interests

Before his injuries Altair was a fitness and martial arts enthusiast. He spent hours a week in both the gym and on the mats. Honing his body and his skills. Knowledgable on many different ways to work various muscle groups, he can probably tell you why you aren't getting the most out of your workout. In addition to fitness, chances are he can help you with various lethal and non-lethal, armed and unarmed, techniques to disable opponents. Since his injuries Altair has begun to fall back into his routine of hitting the gym and increasing his combat readiness, but now focuses more on the mental side of the it all,much more then he previously did. He has always been intrigued with history, but during his recovery this interest has spread to an interest in all manner of literature. One of Altair's favorite pastimes is telling obviously exaggerated stories of Army and its various units to new recruits.

Appearance

Altair is fairly stocky at 5'8 and 178 lbs. His broad shoulders are one of his defining features. As a result of being in the Imperial Army he is in top physical condition. After the incident duing Operation: Stellar Ageis, he was left with horrid scars and burns all over his body. Most notably on his back and legs. At first these blemishes were uneasy to look at, but now after countless surgeries and skin-grafts, most of the burns are no longer visible. With the execption of his back and shoulders which are still heavily scarred. Along with these scars, he also lost parts of his left arm and right leg which have been replaced by prosthetics.

Altair Ahad.