My name is Jack Riley, and life has not been easy for me...
I was born on Planet Denver, 785A.S, parents were uninteresting, life was rather ordinary. Always had a love for music, though I never had the talent, or ability to play anything.
At the age of Sixteen, I enlisted in the Liberty Navy, learning as much as I could about their history and tactics, mostly out of interest. But I got a letter back denying me a place in 'Liberty's Finest'.
I did the next best thing, private security, and by the age of twenty five, I was a gun for hire, muscle for the rich. And on Denver, there was plenty of cash to be made. The useless, fat money bags...
Occasionally Xeno sympathizers would make trouble, I was often payed to make sure they didn't, through any means nessesary...
Eventually, my luck caught up to me, and my success in business became my downfall.
I had recently ensured the silence of a certain Xeno-lover, never learned his name. Turns out he was the son of a very rich business man, within Universal Shipping...
I had Bounty Hunters on my tail, within a few months, they caught up to me.
This Xeno's father didn't just want the Hunters to kill me, he payed them to hand me over to the LPI. They had setup his sons death as a murder, and made me look like a brutal murderer.
The kid went from a Xeno criminal to a loving patriot, and his blood was on my hands.
Next thing I know, I'm being denied my right to a court hearing, and I'm thrown right into LPI-Sugarland...
They didn't care that I was doing Liberty a favour, the Shipper was a rich man, and he paid good money to have me framed. House Liberty is capitalist, it was his money over my word.
I was a serial killer to them, they froze my accounts, seized my property and moved my family off planet. My life vapourised when the law signed a sheet of paper.
The Liberty Police official shoved Riley forward, poking him roughly in the back with his night stick. Riley grunted, and shifted his feet forward, struggling to move due to the chains restricting his arms and legs.
He was forced off the transfer ship, and down into the entry level of Sugarland. The place was cold and solid, not a single comfort in sight. Cameras lined the grey concrete walls, there were no windows, and Riley could see patches of blood on the floor.
He was escorted on each arm by a Gaurd, led through crampt corridors, stopping occasionally to beat him, or perform another search. Several corridors later and he was forced into a room with a table and a chair and forced to sit down.
The room was surrounded by impenetrable metal bars, and outside stood armed gaurds, neatly in a row, ready to fire if nessesary. A few artificial lights were placed at wierd angles, brightening the windowless room, and making it feel even less friendly.
A man sat on the edge of the table, looking down on Riley with disgust, he talked alot about guilt and how Riley deserved all he got, then ordered him to his cell block, signing some papers to hold Riley.