Saurian (Rockhide lineage) · Soldier 3 (Exomech) · Homeworld Krayta
“I’ve been fighting longer than you’ve been alive. Get behind me and try not to make me regret it.”
Appearance
Just shy of seven feet to the top of his brow horns, and built like a seasoned soldier rather than a natural athlete — thick frame, broad shoulders, a little weight around the middle that comes from age and hard living rather than softness. Deep dark green scales across his back and arms, shading to a muted brownish-tan along his underside, a remnant of the colouring his ancestors carried when saurians still walked on all fours.
His horns and frill are what people notice. The brow horns were impressive once, smooth and ivory-bright; years of combat have left them scratched, chipped and dulled to the colour of weathered bone. The frill is large and imposing and bears the same marks. Scars cross his body where armour and luck both failed.
At first glance his eyes make him look permanently angry. Anyone who actually looks sees something else. He is tired — not physically, but worn down by years of fighting and watching people he cared about disappear. His expression says leave me alone. His eyes say something different.
Background
Varrik served his term in the Saurian military honourably and without distinction, then joined a mercenary company rather than settle down. He discovered a talent for piloting heavy mechs: his size and strength suited the controls, but it was his soldiering that made him effective. Inside a mech he wasn’t a pilot. He was an infantryman who had been handed a machine that hit like a small army.
He never learned the lesson that the job comes first. He questioned orders, refused work that preyed on civilians, and asked inconvenient questions when everyone else preferred not to know.
It caught up with him escorting what he was told were supply convoys on a recently conquered world. The people he was protecting turned out to be tax collectors, the food was being taken rather than bought, and at the rate the collection was going there would not be enough left for the people who actually lived there. His commander’s position was that it wasn’t their problem.
Varrik stole a mech. His commander pursued him personally on a prized speeder bike, and Varrik destroyed it. He still remembers the man’s face. He still doesn’t regret it.
Since then he takes work wherever he can find it, with one rule that matters more than the pay: the job has to leave the people he’s protecting better off than they were before he arrived.
Loadout
Bonded Exosuit — heavy armour with Environment Seals and Dynasteel Plating, two open mod slots. Large while piloting. Combat sword, plasma pistol and shield installed.
On foot — combat hammer, plasma pistol, light armour under a trench coat.
Also carries — mechanic’s tools, 9 power cells, med pack, and far more rations than anyone else at the table.
Knives
- The mech isn’t legally his. His old company hasn’t forgotten.
- The commander whose speeder he destroyed is still out there.
- Some of his former comrades think he’s a traitor. A few know why he left and quietly agree.
- If innocent people are being exploited in front of him, he cannot walk away. This is his greatest strength and the easiest way to get him killed.
Compassionate Use
Held the line at the Khymera farm, planting his shield to take a security robot thrown straight at him and keeping it busy on him rather than anyone else. At Hope’s Reach he ripped open the one locked staff locker, and the charge nurse’s uniform inside was the only thing in the building big enough to fit over his exosuit — so he wore it. In it he scattered the Chemtek salvagers, then strode into the seventh floor as if he belonged and talked the pharmacy’s security robots down, which is how the crew got through without a fight. He tore the welded doors of Ward 7 out of the wall, held the risen dead off everyone in the cold room, and threw Imee Sarra bodily into the Stargazer as the dropship arrived. He told Vosk the crew would save his daughter, and delivered her to him.
Attendance Log
- Session 1: Compassionate Use October 10, 2026