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| GRBA FILE #8675309 |
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| BASIC INFORMATION |
[FULL NAME] Dardan "Doc" Krandar[ALIAS] ALIAS HERE[AGE] 28[SPECIES] Human[FACTION] Border Alliance[RANK] Lieutenant |
______[GENDER] | ______[HEIGHT] | ______[WEIGHT] | ______[HAIR COLOR] | ______[EYE COLOR] |
| MALE | 1.9m | 100kg | BROWN | BROWN |
___[CURRENT LOCATION] | ___[STATUS] | ___[FORCE SENSITIVITY] | ___[THREAT ASSESSMENT] |
| BANDOMEER | ALIVE | CONFIRMED | LOW/MED/HIGH |
[ASSET SUMMARY]
Standard issue Border Alliance gear and an aid bag filled with an assortment of items. Credits, personal items, datapad, etc.
[SUBJECT SUMMARY]
A holocam flicks on and struggles to focus for a moment as a tall, sweaty man lowers himself into a flimsy pre-fab chair. The towel around his neck is sopping wet and his PT uniform is as matted to his skin as his short hair. He sighs as he looks into the camera, wiping sweat out of his eyes as an unknown voice speaks from behind the camera. "Come on, LT, just treat it as an autobiography, start from the beginning and go from there. It'll look good at your promotion board." The man in front of the camera shrugs and glares off to the right of the lens. "Ain't no promotion board gonna promote me, they want someone who plays the politics." His drawling words and straight-to-the-point nature evident even against his seemingly unsophisticated nature. The man says a few choice words directed at the promotion board, though whoever edited the video seems to have bleeped them out.
The camera cuts to black and starts back up with the man speaking as the camera focuses in. "Hello. I'm Doc. Well, I'm Lieutenant Dardan Krandar, my friends call me Doc. I was born on Bandomeer on Life Day. It's funny, I'm a medic who was born on Life Day. Granted, I was born on some backwater processing planet, I guess it all makes sense. I dunno where to begin. I have two siblings and, of course, my parents. My dad lost his arm and an eye in a plant explosion and my mother is paralyzed from the waist down from the same. Now, my siblings and I work to provide for them. My older brother works on Bandomeer and my younger brother was sent off to the Jedi. I guess they saw something in him. I send back much of my pay to supplement what my brother can make and to ensure my little brother has enough to eat. I don't know much about the Jedi but they can't afford basic armor and their ships seem to be bare bones. If they can't afford the gear to keep them alive, they probably won't feed my brother decent food." The man takes a breath and shifts in his chair. His hair, still matted to his head, is beginning to dry and there is a line of salt across his forehead.
"Anyway, this is supposed to be an autobiography or an outline of my life. All for a promotion. You know, you guys have seen more of these videos than I have and yet you still 'suggest' it to help my chances. By this point, you'll either promote me or you won't. But back to the topic at hand. I received a scholarship to the Bylbos School of Medicine. Well, I received many scholarships. Not due to busting my rear in school and definitely not because my bosses wanted to get rid of me. I got lucky. A minor addressing mistake and some Core kid with silver spoon parents had to pay his own way. I just so chose to go to Bylbos because, at the time, I hoped to change the galaxy. Well, maybe not the galaxy. Maybe just Bandomeer." The Lt smiled to himself and let loose a chuckle as he replayed the memories in his head. "As an 18 year old who was leaving the listless muck and industrialization of Bandomeer and going to the best medical school in the galaxy, I just wanted to improve my people's lives. I was so full of osik that it isn't funny. Change the galaxy my shebs. Med school was horrendous, both the coursework and the people. A bunch of snobby, stuck up people who saw me for what I was, a poor kid with no interest in their opinion. And still, I pandered to them. I wanted to be accepted. I wanted to be worth something." Doc shifted in his seat and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and supporting his head with his hands, which were under his chin.
"Naturally, I focused on trauma and emergency medicine. The stuff that impacted backwater worlds like mine. Who cares about the various nuances of immunology or endocrinology or anything else? Anyway, I got about 75% through my education when they realized that I wasn't the one who they wanted to come. I wasn't the best student but I made B's and C's and they still wanted me gone. Not only was I kicked out, they wanted me to pay back every credit that I had used. They told me that I could complete my degree if I paid it all back and then paid for the remainder. I doubt I could make that much in a lifetime, let alone pay it back. So I left. It was at that time that Bandomeer began heavily recruiting for their militia and I had enough education to become an officer. I chose the infantry route because medics don't need medics whereas the infantry does." Giving a bored look to the camera, he shrugged and sat back in the chair, reclining as far back as the flimsy metal thing would go. "And so I'm here. Well, give or take a few promotions. They'd promote me because I did well and demote me because I 'didn't take criticism well.' You're darn right I don't, not when I push my team to do better than those COs push. We consistently perform better and yet we make one mistake and are suddenly the worst behaved unit in the Border Alliance. As you can tell, I'm not good at playing well with others. Maybe if others could understand the need to be better than you were yesterday, we'd get along. I heard somewhere along the grapevine that they're either gonna promote me, transfer me, or boot me out. Maybe I'll apply for Defiant squadron. Oh well, whoever sees this video, make up your mind and get back to me so I can get back to work. Krandar out." The man reaches forward to the camera with one hand and the other can briefly be seen raising a single finger at a figure off to the right of the camera, though it can't be determined which finger. The camera fades to black and the screen transitions to the rest of the presentation.
[PSYCHOLOGICAL SUMMARY]
Doc has been noted as being hard-headed, sarcastic, and almost entirely unfit for advancement. However, his teams have some of the best fitness around and their morale is consistently high. He is loyal to a fault and never leaves behind a fallen comrade, often taking to hoofing them out on foot to an exfil site. He believes that, as the medic and team leader, he should be better than the rest of his men and set an example. As such, he regularly pushes them past their breaking point, causing new team members to feel utterly unprepared and discouraged when they begin his strict PT regimen. His team, however, regularly rates him highly in their evaluations due to his habit of supporting any new/unfit members by not only bringing them up to his par but also staying by their side the entire time, setting aside personal time and dropping earlier commitments to improve his team. Doc's social life, as such, is non-existent. While he can read the body language of citizens to learn if they are combatants or wish him harm, it's almost impossible for Doc to pick up on any social cues. Subtle hints go entirely over his head and he is of the firm belief that if someone wants something, they should say so. While he works with his team on their faults, nobody has stepped up to help Doc due to his habit of getting angry when he cannot understand something in it's entirety. He also has a habit of disappearing after duty hours and none of his team members have yet to find out where he goes.
Lt. Krandar has also been noted as having a discipline problem. He sticks up for his team more than most and numerous complaints have been filed against the lieutenant due to this. In one instance, the Lt's team misread an illumination flare as an attack signal during a radio-silence FTX. While technically Krandar's fault for allowing his team to advance, the opposing team had discovered the fixed element's position and launched the flare to coordinate their own forces. Reading the flare as the green light, Krandar's team advanced and fell into an ambush, taking heavy "casualties" and failing to secure their objective. Due to this failure, Krandar's CO began berating Krandar's performance and his team's discipline and knowledge. It was at this time that Lt. Krandar struck the superior officer in the face and was in the process of taking the officer to the floor when Krandar's team forcibly removed him from the situation. While not the first instance of the Lt's quick-to-anger nature, it will, undoubtedly, not be the last. As such, many COs tend to criticise from the other side of a screen. It is this team's professional opinion that Krandar be transferred immediately to avoid demoralizing any standard unit.
Krandar has proven to be extremely efficient in working without supplies, though it is unknown if his aid bag contains Republic supply. In the course of our investigation, a rumor was heard that Krandar acquires his own equipment at personal cost. It is unsure how he pays for said equipment as his banking records show no abnormal transactions. It has been noted that Krandar is a bit of a pack rat when in garrison. His quarters were full of clutter and he requested that we speak outside. During our interview, the Lt took a break and was seen bartering with recently arrived members of the Border Alliance forces before beckoning a few members into his quarters.
[ATTRIBUTES]
Doc's military lifestyle has caused him to take great strides to improve himself. Having seen what happens when one isn't good enough, he pushes himself and his teammates to the brink and past it in every PT session. If he feels like he hasn't improved enough, he'll take time away from other activities to continue his workout until he can prove it to himself and his team that he's done his best. Doc doesn't work to be the strongest in the room, though he still maintains the strength to carry a comrade and their gear along with his own. What Doc does seek to be the best in is his endurance. He feels that, while strength allows him to pick up his comrades, his endurance is what's needed to get them to safety. As such, he has a religious cardio routine that he follows to ensure that he can both sprint shorter distances rapidly and outpace his unit in ruck marches and other endurance-related events. His extensive medical background allows him an improved sense of fine motor control, allowing him to perform many procedures by feel. While his immune system is above average and his tolerance for pain is heightened due to his habit of fighting, he is still just as vulnerable to trauma as other humans and trauma is trauma.
Doc is also quick as a whip when it comes to medicine and the ways of fighting. His social graces leave much to be desired, however, and his sarcastic nature tends to cause issues with his COs. As far as subjects go, he's equal to any other officer for the most part, though he absolutely despises anything mechanical. He knows enough to fix his own speeder but is absolutely ignorant in anything else that's mechanical. When faced with fixing a military vehicle or hoofing it on foot, he'd rather shoot the vehicle and proceed on foot rather than waste time doing something he knows nothing about. If he doesn't have an engineer or mechanic in his group and something goes wrong, big costs are typically incurred because Doc is smart enough to destroy any military equipment rather than leaving it behind.
[SKILLS]
Lt. Krandar possesses an extreme level of medical knowledge and training, particularly when it comes to the trauma of a battlefield and the preventative medicine associated with maintaining a unit's combat readiness. He has also undergone extensive SERE training and is skilled at wilderness survival and land navigation. On a scale of Marksman - Sharpshooter - Expert, the Lt. is a Sharpshooter and has maintained this rating for the duration of his service. He has only a basic level of understanding of piloting and has expressed that he would rather worry about fighting than flying. He is fluent in Basic and maintains a working level of Huttese, though gets easily frustrated when conversations are held in a language that he does not understand. While Force Sensitive, Lt. Krandar seems to be unaware and has expressed merely bouts of luck, the ability to more easily recall information, or the feeling that his techniques seem to be more effective than others. As such, it can lead some to feel that Krandar is arrogant or stuck-up, another reason he has yet to be promoted above his peers.
[KNOWN ASSOCIATES]
Farlu Krandar - Father
Sreti Krandar - Mother
Andut Krandar - Older Brother
Xenefious Krandar - Younger Brother
The first of two, sorry for any eye bleed, I didn't plan on having him speak as much but I guess he did. Putting them here so I can compare them with formatting, etc, and to see which one I want to proceed with.
