Raptor 202 Flight Crew
| Lieutenant, Junior Grade Terrance "Archer" Brogan Raptor ECO, Meleager | ![]() | ![]() |
![]() | Terrance is most often described either as "having a model's body" or "being built like Adonis". He has all the good looks and charms of his pilot...plus an instinctive grace and naturally smooth 'strut' that tends to cause women to flock to him in legions. While Terry (as he prefers to go by when he can't get away with using his callsign) loves the ladies, he is also considerate of his lovers...epecially for a Fleet pilot (even a Raptor-herder). The fact that he can dance any dance (from the latest clubbing fads to classical ballroom) and knows fashion (mens' and womens', from haute couture to conservative masquerade ball) just makes him all the more popular. |
How a 'well-off small-island boy from Aquaria' could be so knowledgable and cultured, he refused to say for his first seven years in the Fleet...and peoples' curiosity continued to build. When the Quorum Delegate for Aquaria conducted an inspection of the 24th Viper Training Squadron last year (three months after Dragon and Archer had just transferred in), the curious got an answer. Terry's father is Terrance Van Ettring, and he has been the Delegate for Aquaria for the last thirty years. Terry apparently enlisted under his birth-mother's (the second-wife in his father's polygamous marriage) maiden name, for, as was demonstrated when his father wandered into the non-Nugget bar on Echidna Base after Terry was well into his cups and enjoying the company of a visiting (and very 'perky') Raptor pilot, it certainly wasn't orchestrated by his father. Only because the entire bar (full of Viper Pilot-Instructors and Raptor Flight Crews, since flight ops had ended for the day) witnessed his father first provoke Terry to no response, then knock the poor 'perky' J.G. off his lap (giving her a mild concussion and sprained wrist) and finally slug his own son in the gut, did Terry not end up on charges.
He did, after all, beat the Delegate for Aquaria--also his own father--so badly that the Delegate had a hairline fracture in an orbital bone, a nose fractured in four places, seven bruised ribs, a bruised diaphragm, and a moderate concussion. Delegate Van Etting (once he had was again 'of right mind' two days later) initally demanded Archer's 'head on a platter', insisting 'that is no son of his' (Van Etting had, in fact, legally disowned Terry seven years before). Fleet--faced with a J.G. who refused to provide any insight on the situation but was, technically, the victim of an unprovoked assault by a notably pro-Adar Delegate (on tape with fairly consistent witnesses, no less)--made a counter-proposal: Van Etting go with the cover story of being injured while onboard a Raptor that had to suddenly dodge Viper Nuggets, or the Fleet would make the whole affair public, starting with inquiries from Colonial Fleet Office of Special Investigations (CFOSI) and Colonial Defense Ministry Criminal Investigative Service (DMCIS) to the Colonial Security Bureau (CSB) and Cyrannus Marshals' Service (CMS) into the family affairs of Terrance Van Etting of Aquaria.
Delegate Van Etting set speed records for releasing statements to the press about 'his unfortunate clumsiness despite devoted flight crew effort for a smooth ride' and 'ill-advised insistence on close observation of pilots in training'. As it was an election year, his opponents smelled blood in the water, but failed to get a good strike in during his period of political vulnerability.
Archer still refuses to talk about the incident (or his home life on Aquaria) at all, even with his close friend (and pilot), Dragon. After having seen the damage he inflicted, drunk, tired, and surprised on his own father...no one really wants to press him. He and Dragon were transferred to Meleager two weeks afterward, and they have stayed there ever since.
They are both sharing Raptor 202 with four very large nukes and one very paranoid heavily-armed Marine. Both are choosing to stay up in the cockpit unless they have to take off.






