Bio
Born on Orison's lower pads, Mint grew up in the shadow of Crusader's cloudline, hauling crates through the cramped freight elevators of a warehouse that never seemed to close. It was honest work, but it was small work — until the day a routine delivery run took him to the drydocks at the Providence Platform, where the Idris class UEES Castra sat gutted and half-repaired, her armor plating peeled back like a broken promise.
Mint stood on that gantry longer than the job required, staring down at a ship half the size of the Cloudview Center, and something in him rearranged itself permanently. He never made another cargo run. Within the month he'd signed his UEEN enlistment papers, chasing a dream most starmen would call insane: to helm the biggest, slowest, most unstoppable ships in the verse — and never once wish they moved faster.
He figures speed is for people who haven't found what they're looking for yet.