Gamma World 2754
Grim Commander of the MMPF. A bitter man tormented by his past, dreaded by his enemies.
Name: Conrad Blackstone | Rank: 17 (MMPF Commander)
Pure Strain Human
- Assault Rifle (Mods: Digital Sight, Daylight Tactical)
- Combat Knife, 25cm (~I/8/.5kg/D:1d5/ER:4m)
- Combat Armor
- POWER ARMOR
Commander Blackstone has led the Mormon Military Police Force (MMPF) for an amazing 22 years, starting in 2732 at the relatively young age of 30. The MMPF is tasked primarily with internal security, especially keeping tabs on Airfield City and the Free Zone. Blackstone is responsible for the current high state of readiness and capability of this small elite unit. Observers estimate the MMPF numbers less than 100 officers, troopers and special agents. The Blackstones are prominent in Mormon society. Some say this family is one of the elite ruling castes.
Some 20 years ago Conrad lost his wife and 2 children to a raider ambush on the road to Spanish Fork. Conrad was a broken man and disappeared from public view. Six months later he strode in from the wasteland bearing new scars, to resume his position as Commander of the MMPF. Never discovering who was responsible for his misery, he punished all alike, especially any tribals or mutants running afoul of his justice. The tormented and embittered Blackstone continues on as MMPF Commander to this day. Sometimes he is known in tribal and mutant circles by the whispered sobriquet ‘The Butcher’. Over two decades later Conrad can still be seen standing atop the ancient Control Tower to stare with empty eyes across the vast wasteland beyond.
- In 2754 Conrad was reunited with his long-lost son Arik during the events of sessions 24 through 26. The mystery of Conrad’s lost family was resolved:
Almost two decades ago, the Mormon woman Odile Krenshaw made a deal with the devil in exchange for control of the lucrative Caravansary business in Spanish Fork…the devil in this instance was a certain unscrupulous but power-hungry Kendo hetmen. That sniveling punk Casey Blackstone, current owner of the Caravansary and a privileged son of the NSC/MMPF Commander Conrad Blackstone, was proving harder to push around than expected. Odile, a women entirely without qualms, contracted with the Kendo hetman to arrange an ambush of the planned convoy carrying Casey and Blackstone’s youngest son Damien from NSC to Mount Pleasant…two birds with one stone, you might say. As Conrad’s sister, Odile would be next in line to take over the business.
The ambush didn’t go quite as planned. Unknown to Odile, Conrad’s wife Nelly made a last minute decision to join the convoy. In the ensuing carnage, Nelly was killed as well as Casey. Those foul Kendo also brought in their Ark allies…filthy creatures! No trace of the eight year old Damien was ever found…taken and eaten by those horrid Arks no doubt. This was more than Odile had bargained for, but her philosophy was to take the good with the bad and let the Lord sort it out. On the positive side, that pestilent Kendo Hetman was killed in the melee, so he wouldn’t be telling any tales. Sweating out the following days and weeks, Odile was somewhat surprised to have dodged all responsibility. The heinous crime was never linked back to her and a month later she assumed ownership of the Spanish Fork caravansary, now “Odile’s Caravansery”. Over the next 18 years Odile expanded the business, adding a general store, then a saloon, and finally taking over the vehicle repair works from that senile old coot Edgerton. He was nearing his time anyway…a little help out the door wouldn’t be noticed.
Commander Blackstone was apparently a broken man and disappeared from public view. Some months later Conrad strode in from the wasteland bearing new scars, to resume his position as Commander of the MMPF. Not knowing who was responsible for his misery, he punished all alike, especially any tribals or mutants running afoul of his justice. The tormented and embittered Blackstone continues on as the MMPF Commander to this day. Sometimes he is known in tribal and mutant circles by the whispered sobriquet ‘The Butcher’. Almost two decades later Conrad can still sometimes be seen atop the ancient Control Tower staring with empty eyes across the vast wasteland beyond.