CITIZEN DOSSIER

After growin' up in Spider and selling scrap and jack that I stole from the shopkeepers, I managed to save up enough to get a ship and leave that godsforsaken shite-pile of a planet, only to discover that the life I'd led there wouldn't leave me. So, taking up smugglin' as me trade o' choice, I made me rounds through the galaxy, takin' odd silencin' jobs 'ere and there to pay for rent and grub, and spent me free time gettin' rolled up in the wrong sort in every corner pub. But last month, I really buggered up. After botching a run, and losing 'alf my hold of "precious cargo", After my employers tried to kill me for it, I met my present boss, and have been happy to sail the skies in pursuit of riches.