Bio
Born and raised in the Castra system, MisterFields cut his teeth in the shadows of the UEE’s special operations division. Highly trained, tactically brilliant, and deadly when cornered, he served quietly in operations that never made it into official logs. But wars end, loyalties shift, and MisterFields learned the hard way that the systems don’t reward ghosts.
Now flying under his own banner, he works the fringe as a merc-for-hire and hauler—moving cargo, extracting clients, and handling problems others are too squeamish to touch. His hangar's as eclectic as his résumé: a Valkyrie for boots-on-ground ops, an F7A Hornet Mk II for dogfights, a Dragonfly Black for quick strikes, and a Cyclone MT when the job gets dirty.
Charming when he needs to be, MisterFields is good with people—but doesn’t particularly like them. He values silence, strategy, and a clean exit. No flags. No speeches. Just credits, and a job well done.