Soldier, detective, gun for hire.
All about making some cash, but with honor.
Sucker for a sob story or a pretty lady.
I served the Lucid Empire once…
Special Operative, back during the War.
Trained under the Provisional Saber—Lucid High Family thought I had promise.
Didn’t lead anyone. Hell, half the time I was just trying to keep myself in check.
I followed orders… right up until the day everything went sideways.
I was deep undercover, chasing down a rival syndicate. One wrong move, and the whole thing blew up in my face.
They made it personal. Swore they’d hunt me to the ends of the stars.
So I ran.
Fought beside the forces of light for a while after that—tried to clean the slate.
But the truth is, the light never really had room for someone like me.
And survival… well, survival pulled me into the dark.
I lost people. People who mattered.
After that, I was just a Legionnaire with no banner—
A sword with no war.
Then came the debt.
Krieg’s First National Trust—real charming folks.
They don’t forget, and they don’t forgive.
But they offered me a deal:
Help bust their boss out of a high-security prison,
and they’d train me in the Occult.
Sounded like a fair trade at the time.
So I said yes.
They handed me this strange little gadget—teleportation tech.
We got in clean. Got out cleaner.
Once he was free, I wasn’t.
They kept me around. Wanted revenge. Had a list.
So I worked it. Name by name. Quiet, efficient, final.
When the list ran dry, I disappeared. Again.
Gotta protect what’s left of me—and what’s left of the ones I care about.
Since then, I’ve been drifting.
Ethereal space. One odd job at a time.
Enough cash to keep the collectors off my back and the trail cold.
Can’t let the wrong people find me. Not now.
Not while there’s still something worth losing.
These days? I’m a private investigator.
Work with the good ones, mostly.
People like Agent Jessamie of the Lions Guard.
He’s one of the few reminders I’ve got—that doing the right thing still matters.
Sure, the work’s dirty. The clients are weird.
And the allies? Let’s just say… they’re colorful.
But honor’s rare in a solar system like this.
And I’ll take it wherever I can find it."
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