Executive Vice-President of Customer Relations


I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me believe there's one all-powerful force controlling everything. There's no mystical energy field that controls my destiny. It's all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense. Gone are the days, though, that I was a simple smuggler. The spice trade has been dry -anyone can get Pelatus, Divinia, and Bethashee spices these days. And weapons, forget it. Gauss cannons and Ravens are all over the galaxy and the Serco and Itani have built so many Neut III's it hardly seems a bother. Everybody wants Axia Accelerated Positrons, but no one is willing to pay the freight costs. About the only thing worth trading are Gats and porn holo's from Corvus. And I was sneeking my last shipment of Corvus Holo Disks to Itan J11 when that Itani orphan turned pirate don finally turned me to the darkside. Not that I believe in such things, kid, but the pay was good. Together, we plundered the cargos of trade ships throughout Grayspace.

These days, FBP has moved on and Savet Hegar is running things here at La Familia. We're "selling insurance and warranties" <wink> against catastrophic, shipwide failure -you'd be surprised what a damage micrometeorites can do to your hull. Especially when they're opened up for inspection by an AAP!


Pirate. Rogue. All-around scoundrel. 

Like I told Lisa, "don't get excited!." 

"YT, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited," she retorted.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Haven't got time for anything else."