Charles "Chuck" Mudd's page

Started with 60k

Price Item Name Description
₡1,200 1mo Living Expense SOC6
₡500 Cloth Armor TL10. +8 protection
₡100 --Magnetic Grapples
₡1,000 Neural Comm TL12 (Audio/Visual)
₡1,000 Sally (Portable Computer TL12) Computer/3
₡100 --Intelligent Interface
₡20,000 --Security 3
₡500 --Translator 1
₡2,000 --Intellect 1
₡10,000 --Expert 2
₡3,000 --Expert 1 x3
₡3,000 --Database???
₡500 IR Googles For fixin' stuff!
₡2,000 Breather Mask TL10
₡2,000 Electronics Tool Kit
₡4,000 Engineering Tool Kit
₡1,000 Mechanical Tool Kit
₡20 Dagger x2
₡3,000 Laser Pistol TL11
₡200 --Laser Sight TL10 (Pistol)
₡250 --Secure Weapon mod (comm activated)
₡4,000 Laser Carbine TL11
₡50 --Scope (Carbine) TL7
₡250 --Secure Weapon mod (comm activated)

Total: ₡59,670.00

Charles “Chuck” Mudd grew up working the family business on Alell; pleasure yachting. Even if their world was decent TL, the Mudd family appealed to those seeking a “retro” experience so the family maintained ancient styles vessels that visitors would embark on after leaving their small flying transports inbound from the local starport. He grew up amicable enough and set his sights to the stars, like many young men. For Chuck, the Imperial Navy was the goal and he hit the mark.

The hard-working ethic learned in his youth paid off for him during the Naval Academy and he graduated top of his class, earning a commission in the progress. However, as hard as he worked, Chuck played harder. These parties were where Chuck met Alina. They were more than friends but fiercely competitive. Unfortunately, during their first tour together, things came to a bitter end. It was awkward working with an ex-girlfriend but that would soon be remedies as Chuck was promoted off the ship and into an R&D role working on new Naval computer systems. It was during this time that Chuck found a proclivity for code that paralleled his mechanical skills.

He wrote Sally. An intelligent AI assistant of sorts.

Since his time working in R&D was a normal 9 to 5 sort of gig, Chuck once again found himself with lots of free time on his hands to enjoy recreationally. As Sally’s code advanced, so did his need for funds to keep her hardware top-notch. Coupled with his neural comm, Sally was able to help Chuck learn the odds of many of the common gambling games in the sector. He thrived in the betting scene and made many connections. One connection, named Ben, was particularly friendly and an excellent golfer. Their rounds of golf became a frequent endeavor and their balance sheet tipped back and forth as the wagers were won and lost.

As with any good time in the Navy, it was interrupted by a new assignment.

The journey to the new sector and new assignment was pleasant enough, especially in cryo-sleep. The issues started during Chuck’s revival. The chemicals tanks ran empty and there weren’t enough proteins to finish the revival completely, resulting in Chuck atrophying a large part of his left quadricep. After the botched revival, things came to blows with the Ensign in charge of the operation. Unfortunately, the Ensign was the son of an Imperial Admiral so things got complicated quickly. Chuck was sidelined into an administrative role as the event unfolded. The Admiral was furious about the assault on his son but to keep his son from being fired because of the mistake, he couldn’t prosecute Chuck to the fullest extent. Chuck spent a miserable few years pushing paper as an administrative officer but kept his head low until an opportunity presented itself. To pass the time and recover his strength he found a local dueling/combat ring, led by someone named Erryll. Erryll was excellent with the blade and constantly trounced Chuck, but Chuck was able to keep pace with Laser marksmanship. Little did they know, they had a friend in common.

The opportunity to leave presented itself in an unlikely Diplomatic billet that needed to be filled. Chuck has just the right credential to be promoted into the role. Piloting small shuttle craft for Diplomatic envoys had its perks. One of which was more ample free time to pursue connections and hobbies of internet. The shuttle was quite old too and Chuck learned more about maintenance of mechanical devices in the process of keep the shuttle from being grounded.

During his last station, he met Dev. A Scout, also with a bit of downtime in this remote part of the galaxy. The two hung out and learned from each other.

Then one day, Dev had an idea that would get them both off this world and into something fun. Chuck was all ears. Every turn in his Naval career had been stymied by bureaucratic nonsense even when he was a top performer. Wanderlust and a desire for something less restrictive led Chuck to being a Traveller. At least as a Traveller he could put his skills to use for himself and his team without worrying about some Admiral breathing down his neck.