Name-Sgt. David "Maverick" Summers (sometimes called Mav by his close friends)

Sex-Male

Age-32

Physical Appearance-6'2" and 220 pounds of pure muscle describes his basic appearence pretty well. Has brown eyes and blond hair that's starting to prematurely grey due to a horrible year of hardship and stress. The left side of his chest as well as his arm and leg are scarred from burns and shrapnel wounds due to injuries suffered.

Clothing-David's body armor is dark blue in color and looks a bit more like Master Chief's armor than the ODST armor. Off duty he'll wear a navy colored long sleeve shirt, gray colored BDU pants and black combat boots.

Personality-In his younger days David was pretty easy going and a bit of a smartass. Now however he's a little more gruff and quick to anger if he feels a situation is getting out of hand. In combat situations he's actually crazy almost to the point of being suicidal. For a quick mental image think of Riggs in the original Lethal Weapon. Despite his personal problems however he's got no problem with doing the right thing and will be quick to disobey his orders if he feels it's going to put innocent people at risk.

Occupation-Military: trained in combat, inflitration and undercover operations. David's job upon the ship itself is head of security.

Weapon-Owns an old Walther P99 that's been in the family for a good 140 years. Using modern technology and parts he's modified it to fire the more modern 5.7mm round instead of the .40 caliber or 9mm rounds the original weapon was known for. The smaller round has a greater muzzle velocity and allows for much greater stopping power against an unarmored target as well as a noticible decrease in weapon recoil. It also allows him to use a 20 round clip with the gun instead of the standard 12/16 round clips for the original. David does have the parts to reverse the modification on the weapon. However it requires breaking it down and replacing the barrel, slide and internal striker. As a result in a combat situation this is impossible to do. In the event of a situation calling for an all out assault David has a SCAR-H Battle Rifle stored away in the security forces equipment room. The weapon has a 20 round mag and can be equipped with either a flashlight or laser sight as the situation warrants. David has also opted to go with a semi-automatic model as opposed to one with full auto, due to the small clip size as well as the size of the weapon when compared to other, heavier rifles.

History-Prior to the formation of the new Earth government he served in the US Army for eight years. Shortly after he turned 26 he left to join the FBI to head a task force known as the Special Investigations Unit. SIU's goal was to look into small scale domestic threats and usually managed to do this by inserting one of it's members into the group in question. It's agents were extremely well trained and were usually able to destroy groups from within without exposing who they really were. This was usually achieved by turning the members against each other, planting false evedence to make it look like people were working for rival outfits, ect. Rarely did operations ever get to the point where agents had to blow their cover and call in for backup. Five years in the group had an unheard of 97% success rate, no agents killed in the line of duty and only four cases of blown cover. However perfect records never last. During a joint operation with the CIA the mission went sour very quickly. Thanks to David it wasn't a total loss and a plan to kill thousands failed. However the damage was done: over 300 hundred civilians killed and the loss of about 20 agents including a CTU SWAT team and David's whole unit. David himself spent four months in an ICU recovering. Upon getting out David started to train a new team but came to a horrible discovery. Whoever was behind the attack that killed his team seemed to be out for revenge. After two failed attempts on his life which resulted in another two agents killed David had enough. Not wanting to put his team as risk any longer he resigned and signed up for the Earth II program. SUN commissioned him as a Sergeant on the ship and the head of the ship security. At this point David is hoping to leave his previous failure as a leader behind and to give those that are after him the slip.......unfortunately for him he never considered the fact that whoever wants him dead may just be crazy enough to try to follow him into space.

Pod Number-Instead of a number David's pod has his name, rank and info:
Name: Summers, D.
Rank/Job: Sergeant, HoS
DOB: 8/22/2108

Relationships-Riley Shepard was an 18 year old Private in his unit prior to leaving the Army. David currently doesn't know that she's on the ship. As for other former and current military members I'm open to a few more. I also need a crazy killer looking to finish the job if anyone is willing to do that (just keep it secret from me.....more fun that way ^_~)

Other-David is a bit of a chain smoker and brought more than enough of his favorite brand to last him a good long time. He's got them stored away in the cargo hold currently.

Character Theme-Old Snake (MGS4 Theme by Harry Gregson Williams)



Sgt. David Summers
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"....me on Sarg....n't....his....me!"

The first thing I was aware of was the voice. I knew it was right next to me but somehow it seemed distant. The next thing that I was aware of was the fact that I was desperately trying to catch my breath. Little by little I was becoming aware of various things....

I was lying on the ground....
Private Smith was standing over me....
Alarms were going off in the room....
Red warning lights were flashing....

Whatever was going on wasn't good. However I couldn't will my body to move any faster at this point. After taking a few more deep breaths I was finally able to sit up. My head was still feeling like I just spend a weekend in Cancun but that was slowly starting to subside. Finally I was able two get two words out. "Smith.....sit-rep!" The young Private was attempting to help me back to my feet as he explained. "Thank god your ok sir! It's some kind of computer malfunction. Communications are down and we're locked in the room. To make matters worse life support within the pods was starting to fail. Mine opened somehow but everyone else....." Smith didn't need to say another word. I knew that tone of voice. The look in his eyes also said it was the first time he's lost squadmates. Taking my first real look around the room I saw what he was talking about. Several pods had opened but the occupants who were once within them were on the floor dead. A few more were still closed. The computer read outs on the front of those were flatlining. Doing a quick head count I noted that out of the eight people who had been assigned to this paticular room that it was only me and him.

Son of a bitch......I hate being right.

Still feeling slightly lightheaded from the lack of oxygen I took a few steps towards the lockers where our uniforms and sidearms were being kept. Smith seemed scared shitless and was staying close by me. When I finally got to one of the lockers I said "First things first kid. Let's gear up and get the fuck out of here. I just pray that this malfunction was in this room only." I also wanted to add something else about the matter but didn't. There was something in the back of my mind but it was crazy to even think it.

Don't be foolish......there is no way in hell the people who want you dead followed you into fucking space.

While the odds were extremely against that it still managed to stick in my head. I'd have to stop thinking about it right now if I was going to get us out of this. Focusing on the situation at hand I grabbed two uniforms. I handed Smith a red shirt and took a dark blue one for myself. Afterwards I grabbed two pistols and a few clips for each of us. I had my custom P99 and Smith had a standard issue 5.7mm handgun. Once we were all set I quickly scanned the room for a way out. If the security door wasn't working we'd need to find some other way. Thankfully near the floor was an air duct. After examining the screws holding the screen in place I motioned Smith to get behind me, took aim and quickly blasted two of the screws off. Holstering my weapon I reached out and attempted to bend it back enough to get inside. With only two screws left holding it on it wasn't very hard to do. Looking at Private Smith I told him "Take point and be ready. Tragic as this is I'm praying it's only a malfunction. However it'd be stupid to not consider something very bad happening on the other side of the door." Smith simply nodded, got on his hands and knees and went inside the vent. I was close behind him but gave one last look at the room before going in fully.

Hell of a way to start this assignment......
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Muahahaha......these sorts of things never start off well for the grunts do they? Also let me be the first to say:
REDSHIRT ALERT!!!!