Calvin Druitt

Calvin crossed his arms behind Hadrian and nodded, but he wasn't happy. He didn't know the other girl, but she appeared to be one of theirs and he had no love of outsiders beating up Mandalorians. Instead of standing around like this, he would have gone in with blasters blazing and gauntleted fists swinging, but he wasn't in charge here. As much as he loved to fight, he would follow the lead of his sworn Mandalore.

Calvin followed his Mandalore, but stayed with the rest of his followers. He was muscle, not brains, and he knew it, so he wouldn't try talking or interrupting the High and Mighties. He was there to make sure nothing happened to Hadrian. He didn't trust these Greyjoys at all. Ever since Hadrian's rather bold proclamation, things had not really been too much fun. Now it was all about running around from place to place trying to get support. Sometimes, they were warmly welcomed, other times they received a cold shoulder. The worst part about it all was that he hadn't even been able to kill anyone. Nobody seemed interested in trying to kill them, but there was treachery everywhere and he hated it. He preferred a straight up fight with good, clean killing, not a bunch of fancy words and veiled threats. He didn't like this place, not one bit. It may have been the age of this place, the salty air, or maybe even just his lunch not settling well, but the entire place gave him the shivers. He kept his senses and scanners alert and his weapons loose and at the ready. They weren't in his hands, but they weren't far from it.

Calvin didn't like speeches or pomp, he just wanted to fight, drink, and have plenty of wenches from various seedy taverns and cantinas the Galaxy over. At least Hadrian didn't seem to feel it necessary to have a long speech or anything, so that was good. Though, on retrospect, he might not have been so open about the desire to march out to war. There were spies everywhere and the last thing he wanted was to have someone come here and give them a fair fight. He didn't like fair fights because those were no fun and would much rather get the drop on the Galaxy. Still, he wasn't going to question the Mand'alor when it came to strategy. Hadrian had always been better at those things, it came with his being drearily serious and mature most of the time. The poor chap needed to get out and drink more often, but since he didn't, that meant more for Calvin. Despite no obvious resistance, Calvin kept his eyes out for trouble. He had always been good at spotting trouble because he got so much practice at it from looking in the mirror. Anyone wanted to challenge Hadrian was going to have to go through him first.

Calvin paid for the helmet and slapped his friend's armored shoulder with his gauntleted hand. "Sure thing, boss." He slid the helmet on, let it connect with the rest of his armor's systems, and began the process of syncing it up and customizing it. Nobody would recognize him in this new helmet and his armor was nondescript and bland. It could easily be changed and nobody would know the difference. "Let's cause some damage!" he said enthusiastically.

At least this girl knew her stuff. Calvin could respect that in a lass. He had initially been concerned that she didn't know anything but was here for show, but it was good to have that mental image dispelled. While Hadrian was talking, he decided to inspect each helmet individually to pick out the best one. He didn't have the money to buy more than one, so he stayed with the individualized ones.

Mandalorians loved weapons. All of them. There wasn't a single Mandalorian worth his weight in bantha piss that didn't like weapons of all types. Whether it be a finely crafted heavy blaster rifle that could take a Wookiee's head off at five hundred meters or a sword that could lop it off in a single blow, they all loved weapons. If they were going to have any chance at fun, they would need weapons and gear. It would be best to start shopping for it now. And what better place to start than one where there was a lovely woman behind the forge? Calvin was never known for being subtle in matters of love, and he loved fighting almost as much as he loved women. Strangely though, and he could never figure this out, he seemed to get a lot more fighting than he did women. Oh well, he didn't mind too much because fighting was nearly as much fun as sex. He led Hadrian into the shop ((Cythera's)) and looked around. There were some very nice toys that he would love to have added to his collection, but he was only here for one thing. He really needed a helmet because his last one took a laser blast a few fights ago and had never quite been the same. This woman appeared to have some decent looking ones in stock, but he wasn't so sure about the more delicate parts of the helmet. This rather attractive woman seemed to be a good smith, but he wasn't sure how well she did with the electronics aspect of making a helmet. If there was one thing he took serious besides fighting and drinking, it was the stuff that enabled him to fight. "Now missie, your helmets look good 'n all, but do they come with anything besides the metal? I am lookin' for something that has at least some of the works in it. Nothin' fancy that can be twisted up in knots by an ion bolt or electromagnetic pulse, but somethin' that can link up with ma' mates and zoom and search in the infrared and ultraviolet?"

The pounding at his door woke Calvin up and he was not happy at all. "I'm comin'!" he shouted at whoever was out there interrupting his sleep. "What do ya' want?" Instead of yelling a response through the door like any sane man--at least, sane according to Calvin--would have, they just kept pounding like there was no tomorrow. Despite serving in the last great War as a mercenary for the Empire, Calvin had fallen into more lazy habits since it ended. There was a time when he would have been instantly awake and ready to fight in his beskar with weapon in hand upon a moment's notice. Not now. Now he was groaning and swearing like one of those pathetic Imperial grunts. Part of him should have been almost ashamed, but that part didn't have much sway right now. Plenty of strong drink last night had seen to that. His head throbbed and the world seemed a little too bright to be natural as he stumbled out of bed and towards his door. With bleary eyes still bloodshot from a hangover, he threw open the door and saw his neighbor, Kastein, standing there. "Don't ya know it is far too early to be wakin' a man?" he moaned. Before he knew what hit him, a bucket of ice cold water doused him and made him want to die from the shock. Whoever threw it on him remained silent as he cursed and shouted out his anger, but as soon as he threw a punch at the man, he found his hand caught in a grip so tight he thought it would snap his wrist. A split second later, he found himself on the ground with the wind blown out of his lungs. "Wha--" he tried to say. Something moved to block the sun and a gruff voice said, "Sober up, Druitt. There are more important things in life than drinking and whoring." "Like what?" "Like the fact that Hadrian's family has been slaughtered and he needs you." That helped drive away the fog. "What?" he asked in a clearer voice. "You heard me, you damn drunk," there was nothing but derision in Kastein's voice. "I don't know why I am even bothering to get you except that I think Hadrian would appreciate the support." "What happened?" Calvin asked. "Some raid. I'll be damned if they get away with it for long, but that is up to Hadrian to get revenge." Calvin struggled to his feet and shook the water out of his eyes. While he was doing that, he wasn't able to see the second bucket of water until it was too late. "Alright!" he shouted. "I'm awake!" "That was for the smell," Kastein said with a smirk. "Get your things together, we need to be there as soon as we can." The hangover was still there, but Calvin ignored it as he would a battle injury. He wanted to get to his friend and find out what happened and who would pay for killing his family. It did not take long for him to get into his beskar and geared up for battle just like the old days. Within a few minutes, the two of them were in Kastein's speeder and on their way to Hadrian's homestead.

CALVIN DRUITT'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Calvin Druitt A.K.A: Homeworld: Mandalore Species: human Physical Description Age: 28 Height: 6'2" Weight: 215 lbs Hair: black Eyes: hazel Sex: male Equipment Clothing or Armor: set of Mandalorian beskar armor, matte black with thin blood red stripes Weapon: A280 blaster rifle, SE-14r blaster pistol Common Inventory: two frag grenades, one incendiary grenade Faction Information Non-Force User Alignment: chaotic evil Current Faction Affiliation: (TBD) Current Faction Rank: History: Background: Calvin was born and bred on Mandalore under its rules and codes. Even as a young child, he often rebelled against those rules and was "disciplined" by his father, Terrance. After much hardship and many lessons, he learned to conceal his disdain for what his people had become to avoid the punishment and disdain of others. In his heart, he yearned to see the Mandalorians rise again as a true power in the Galaxy. He chafed under the restrictions of "honor" and "duty" and felt that Mandalorians should simply unite and take back some of the old empire. He hates that his people have become content with hiding out and farming instead of being full time warriors out conquering the Galaxy. Ship Registration Name: Class: heavy starfighter Model: Aggressor Assault Fighter Manufacturer: Trilon, Inc. Length: 20m Armaments: two blaster cannons, two light tractor beams Armor: medium armor Anti-Personnel Defenses: standard Appearance: Modifications: none yet