Bio
hey called him “MERC” long before he ever took a contract. In the US Army, the name stuck because he volunteered for the missions no one else wanted — recon in hostile weather, long patrols in silent terrain, escorts through forgotten valleys. He never backed down and never left anyone behind.
But wars end, and some soldiers aren’t made for quiet lives. After leaving the service, the world felt too small. So he bought an old ship, patched it with credits he didn’t have, and filled it with the only people he trusted: veterans, outcasts, and wanderers with ghosts of their own.
Together they became something between explorers and hired guns — not pirates, not heroes, but the crew you call when a job is too dangerous or too far from any civilized star.
ROB doesn’t chase blood; he chases purpose. Now he roams from port to port, crew at his side, ready for the next contract or uncharted frontier. For ROB, the galaxy is just another battlefield — and he’s never feared the fight.