Names Hunter Vale. Served in the military for 10 years. Well, half of it was spent captured and held at a Vanduul concentration camp. Slave labor, starvation, daily beatings. You name it, I've done it.
After being liberated by the 2nd Fleet of the UEE, I left the military and became a mercenary. A hired gun. Taking on odd jobs involving escort, bounty hunting, and the occasional hitman. Earning me the call sign "Hunter".
My only companion? An ill-tempered, foul mouthed android that goes by the name "Vixen." How ironic. That's just the way my luck works sometimes.
So if some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your head up against the bar room wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if you paid your dues; you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye and you remember what ol' Hunter always says at a time like that: "Yes sir, the check is in the mail."