Krigsfar

Krigsfar, AKA Michael Collinson, is one of the Security Officers aboard the **Rasalas**.

## **History**

As with all good Norse folktales and mythological stories, it begins with a family. A family with much strain yet plenty of happiness and love, one where passion outwits everything. Ambition was always the name for the family Kjær, even if it never amounted to much. Simply farm-folk who always wanted to do better for their homes, a full branch of Neo-Pagans who would never do wrong by their folk.

Because of their religion they were sheltered from the rest of their city, often seen as the crazy poor family who never knew which side to point technology. One had to stray from the pack eventually, yes, one had to become the one to break the mould of heathens... or so they thought. Michael Collinson spent much of his early years helping along with the farm, healing where harm had been done and doing his best to sort things out for his parents just so he could follow his ultimate ambition.

A simple ambition - Change someone's life.

This ambition lead to something underdog legends are made of, determination. The purest form so determinate that some might even call it monstrous. Like something born of too large dreams and a mind too stubborn to accept defeat. He lived off of this determination and trained in home-made gyms while taking care of his studies at the same time.

Before enlisting he knew he needed to be in peak physical and psychological condition, so his home-made gym turned into a small MMA fighting ring where he'd invite other people. To rile him up before the fights, it'd usually be a mention of his height, something Michael knew full well he could use to his advantage and for the better. Especially if they let him get angry.

While he didn't get fame, infamy or a professional career out of it, he did catch the interest of UEEA recruiters on Earth during a headhunting attempt to get more religious diversity.

When he enlisted it took only a quick assessment, scoring high in every criteria except one. Math. Something so miniscule that almost got the UEEM recruiters not to confront him, but... His pure determination. During a particular exercise, Michael dragged three of his tired, wounded and exhausted teammates, using his backpack like a sled and with a rope attached, for ten kilometres to the finish line of the exercise.

Safe to say, UEEM brought him in shortly after, taking him from the base in New York all the way to Corin so that he could be trained as a marine. Brought to be a war machine for a fight where all he truly wanted was to save lives.

In his Platoon, because of excellent leadership skills and bountiful signs of strength, all made it through and graduated. Specializes were done at the same time and no one could keep the group apart. Training every day, until finally he got the word. Gunnery Sergeant... And a mission.

### **The Battle of Vega II:**

Their NAILS dropped with howling screeching throughout the city as they smash against the ground and the teams deployed. His Platoon working like a well oiled machine thanks to their Lieutenant and the quick thinking. Their objective? Exterminate the Vanduul in the area. How it ended? Let the Vanduul come to you. They formed a massive barricade, salvaging their NAILS like barriers which created a natural funnel towards a building where several civilians were within.

In particular, an entire elementary school class were hiding there, and as Michael and his Platoon fought valiantly, the fight was over. Not without wounds and certainly not without regrets. The platoon brought the elementary class all the way to their extraction point... Something that got Michael demoted to Corporal, even despite their lieutenants protest against it.

### **Operation Mandrake:**

Where everything changed. A primarily naval mission, Vanduul interception, there were always bound to be some failures. And despite it being seen as a major victory, history is typically written by the victors. When set into their NAILS a reactor failure annihilated most of his Platoon and the twelve men thrust into a Vanduul ship by boarding with a space to ground craft were horribly unprepared.

Loss after loss, every corridor another box of death. The people he fought for were always the ones who took the hits. When there were only six left, they decided to head for the centre of the ship, the most defended area, assuming the reactor would be there.

Here, Michael was graced over the lip, that despite surgery, is still sometimes twitching in phantom remembrance. Reactor in front of them, pinned down, the Lieutenant the first to go.

Five. Four. Three.

And with three left, they all grabbed their grenades and threw them over the cover, two grenades made it over but the final exploded right in front of the cover, causing a shockwave of shrapnel and metal death to knock them back into the corridor they came from. One of them breached Michael's armour and stuck right next to the main artery.

The two others were instructed to leave, rush to an airlock and engage their beacons. Let themselves drift in EVA towards their own ships... But they didn't leave him, of course they didn't. Helping him from corridor to corridor until finally. Airlock. And when they reached it he pushed both of them into it and shot the locking mechanism, causing it to close up and then... Open.

He stood alone in that corridor, determined to survive but accepting the probable... And then it blew. The reactor caused the entire ship to splinter and his suit was draining oxygen quickly. He was found with his knife in the neck of a Vanduul and his leg almost frozen to amputation, but alas he was saved... and how would he remember the rest of the platoon? His friends? A medal, the only way for him to remember them a piece of metal.

And they were all just... Replaced. Despite being promoted to Gunnery Sergeant again, he resigned and went to Orison... Where he became a private security bodyguard. With private security he met an interesting bunch and soon became a part of their crew, Michael describing it as his tribe.

## **Onboard the Rasalas**

Michael onboard the Rasalas serves as one of their security officers and tries to keep the ship safe while working with Canuck, he mostly stays under the radar and follows orders, even if his prayers to his pantheon of gods can sometimes be heard around the ship while he prepares himself for combat or even right after combat.

He participated in the 2951 Christmas Cruise with the rest of the crew.

## **Qualifications and Achievements:**

* Silver Star Medal for Gallantry.
* Vega II ribbon.
* Operation: Mandrake ribbon.
* Exemplary field service ribbon.
* Vanduul War combat ribbon.
* UEEM Service Ribbon.
* Deep Undercover Certification.
* Extraterrestrial-control certification.
* NAIL certification.
* Designated Marksman certification.
* Combat Life Saver certification.
* Six Months in Hell certification.
* Combat Therapy certification, One year course.