You know, most folks around here have some grandiosely self-serving bio... like their mother was a Corsair Cruiser Captain and their father was The Wild. Not me; what you see is what you get. Half-a-ton of p*ss and bluster wrapped up in a jumpsuit.
I was born in the part of fair Bretonia where the constellations are upside-down. My father was a company man; my mother was a company man. I was a company man for a while, until the lure of independence drew me to the less constrained side.
So I guess my motto is: If it can be shifted, I'll take it anywhere anytime, from Rheinland to the Taus, from sparkling Dublin to the dim Omicrons, by jumpgate or jumphole, by tradelane or 3 weeks on cruise. As long as there's a nice bacon butty and something that could strip Cardy off an Outcasts teeth waiting at the other end.
Vessels:
Type: Large Train. Callsign: Same as me (CaboverPete)
Solid, dependable, and drives like a brick sh**house. She won't slow down for pirates or the odd tradelane. Nothing beats it for mass haulage from one end of Sirius to the other.
Type: Zoner Freighter. Callsign: Haul Lass.
The one IC doesn't want to know about. IFF is neutral to most of the "nefarious" element of the sector (except those motherless freaks, Unioners). I bring out the Lass for those, shall we say, "under the table" jobs which don't find their way onto the books. She's small, quick, and armed to the teeth... just right for ducking cops and asteroids, or whatever "BoB" (Booting of Backside) needs doing.
