Maj Maurice Margin
MAJ Maurice Margin[edit]
Homeworld: Mid Rim Out Post
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 195
ISD Hammer Communications Specialist[edit]
Major Maurice “Margin” Margin is the Hammer’s loudest, sharpest, and most unapologetically blunt Communications Officer. Born on a Mid Rim relay station where people spoke their minds or got steamrolled, Margin learned early that clarity beats politeness every time. He grew up surrounded by static, signal towers, and technicians who cursed like artillery cannons. By the time he entered the Imperial Communications Academy, he already had the attitude of someone who knew he was better than half the instructors, and he told them so.
Margin’s talent for ripping apart encrypted transmissions made him impossible to ignore. His mouth made him impossible to forget. He once corrected a senior officer mid‑briefing, then handed them the correct data packet before they could finish yelling at him. Instead of punishment, he got promoted. The Empire doesn’t always like honesty, but it loves results.
On the Hammer, Margin runs the communications deck like a drill sergeant with a data pad. He barks orders, calls out mistakes the second they happen, and has zero patience for sloppy comms discipline. Pilots who mumble on the channel get roasted. Officers who hesitate to get a verbal slap. He’s not cruel, he’s efficient, loud, and allergic to incompetence.
Margin works closely with his RA‑7 protocol droid, Clipper 10, which somehow manages to be even more condescending than he is. Together, they keep the Hammer’s transmissions clean, fast and impossible to jam.
Despite his attitude, Margin is respected across the ship. He’s the officer who catches threats before anyone else hears them, who keeps the fleet connected, and who refuses to sugarcoat reality. Life on the Hammer suits him: a big ship, a big job, and plenty of people to yell at when they screw up.
