Bio

Name:	Milan Chevalier
Callsign:	Archer

Short Biography:

     Milan Chevalier was born on a backwater planet called Minas Tares in the outer regions of Sector 49-76A. In the four centuries since it's initial colonisation Minas Tares has seen hundreds of minor skirmishes and all out wars between it's two inhabiting species. The Mintarians - descendants of human origin - thought that there was no intelligent life on the planet when they first set foot on it and built their first settlements. But as soon as the colonisation ships had departed, they found themselves under attack by a vaguely humanoid race which calls themselves Palistians and who live in cavernous underground cities and only roam the surface in the hours of the night, as their skin and especially the eyes are highly sensible to broad light.

     The early settlers of Minas Tares almost faced extinction, but they also had no chance to depart the planet or to radio for assistance, as one of the first attacks of the Palistians destroyed most of the equipment they had brought along. So their only chance for survival lay in constant alertness and vigilance. The human settlers managed to fortify their first settlement strong enough to face off the nightly attacks and in the years to come they perfected not only the skills of martial arts, but also learned to improvise new and improve existing weapons even though the average level of technology deteriorated and only has picked up in recent years following the second discovery of the planet through Sullustan traders.

     Despite the strong sense of community - which is more of a necessity for the Mintarians - Milan had always been a loner through his childhood and early youth and had an unusual interest in technology which contributed to his reputation as an outsider. Milan invented several weapons and combat devices for his personal use. He perfected them with help from an ingenious staff sergeant that became his tutor when he joined the local militia's special forces as he served his regular four years. At the age of 24 he was honourably discharged and left the militia with the rank of gunnery sergeant and a weapons specialist degree.

     His favourite weapon - and also the reason behind his call sign - is a self manufactured composite bow. 170 centimetres long this bow will fold down to a tenth of it's usual size upon pressing one of it's buttons. Unfolding is also automated and takes usually less than four seconds. The bow withstands and mounts as much as 220 Kg of pressure and accelerates an old-fashioned and unaided arrow over 950 meters of distance. But Milan usually carries a wide collection of arrows for different purposes with him, depending upon what kind of prey he is hunting. Against Stormtroopers he prefers tritanium-shafted arrows with a four ounce weighting high explosive warhead with proximity fuse. The most unusual arrow in his armoury uses a small booster device to accelerate above sonic speeds and emits a super heated plasma beam just before hitting the target. Which makes this arrow even effective against lightly armoured personal carriers and the most heavy body armour. But with no other means to acquire those ammo except to manufacture them himself his stock is usually limited. Which forces him to rely on more ordinary weapons like regular fire arms. His martial arts and close combat skills are slightly above average, but he personally prefers to stay out of knife fights and to strike from distance, which explains his fondness for the heavy snipping rifle which he uses with great accuracy.

     Giving in to a wild streak Milan left his home world at the age of 25, as he had gotten to know Miriam Arimetra, a notorious female Smuggler which he felt very attracted to. Miriam used to haul weapons and precious metals for the Rebellion and that was the first time that Milan Chevalier got himself involved in a greater conflict than those on his home world. Used to fight down in the trenches or in the woods, with his feet in the mud and his head down in the vegetation or in the dust he felt pretty much like an anachronism in the usually space bound conflicts that raged the galaxy. And it forced him into the role of a mere passenger on most of their trips, until they finally touched down somewhere. While on his trips with Miriam he learned to pilot a shuttle or a medium sized freighter, but never really got to like flying or space travels in particular. After sixteen months of journey with his smuggler friend they both run out of luck as they attempted to land on one of those hidden Alliance strongholds which they did business with, as the Empire had just started a planetary assault. Their freighter was shot down and crash landed close to the Rebel base after almost burning up in an uncontrolled re-entry. Miriam was killed in the crash and Milan almost lost his life as well when the freighter's load of ammunition cooked up shortly after he had managed to crawl out of the shattered and smashed cockpit. Disorganised and severely beaten elements of different Alliance ground troops hustled by, chased by AT-ST's and hundreds of Stormtroopers, so Milan saw his best chance of survival in joining up with the fleeing troops and not with the charging Imperial butchers which seemed to shoot anything that moved and for good measure even immobilised targets. As nobody seemed to organise the mob Milan took charge and managed to rally the troops around him into a more orderly retreat - until they could hook up with the command net again and begin evacuation procedures.

     Thus began Milan's expenditures with the Alliance Ground Forces and his fight against the Empire. Even though he mourns the loss of Miriam Arimetra he doesn't fight the Empire for revenge and to get even, as fighting is all he ever learned and all he ever expected from life. But he holds a high disregard for the Empire and it's general disrespect of life and individuality.

     Several weeks ago he was transferred to Lynx, the Special Commando unit of Wolfshead Squadron and has taken great interest in the Armoury, in which he spends long hours late into the night while working on new arrows for his bow and testing them out in the shooting range. He usually stays away from the pilots and their talks of furballs and dogfights, even though he admires the handiwork and weapon skills of Caldanian and Armoury expert Granite. His favourite beverage is Thakisian Sunbeam, a bittersweet lemon whisky which is usually served on ice and sometimes even set ablaze.

Created by:	Michael "Vyper" Stauber
Email:	michael@benimar.com