Bio
My path to the stars? Let's just say it involved an ex-wife, her newfound love for a pilot with a 890 Jump, and me being stuck with the bill for the water she used to fill its damn swimming pool. She left a note: 'Enjoy the quiet, darling. And the debt.'
Mother rests on a forgotten moon. Used to say, 'Son, the only thing emptier than deep space is a pilot's promises after the third drink.' I visit, leave her Ol' Brawler's. She appreciated the taste of regret.
What I do? Survive. Find lost things, help lose others – for a price. I solve problems most people run from. Sarcasm isn't extra, it's included. If you need someone who views UEE law as a vague guideline and whose moral compass is currently being used as a coaster for cheap whiskey... I'm your man. All info costs, usually more than you'd like.
"Troubles with women are solved with bourbon. Troubles with bourbon... well, I don't have a solution for that yet. And ships? They're just expensive ways to get into more trouble, preferably someone else's."