His name was Davy as a young lad, and he was the "shop monkey" at his father's small
Hauling and Salvage company on Leeds. A dirty little shop in some dirty corner of the
dirtiest planet in Bretonia.
Needless to say, he grew up with a noticible lack of social graces due to spending all of his
time around mechanics and freighter pilots. He did however amass an impressive repertoire
of dirty jokes. (much to his mother's chagrin.) He essentially grew up either in the cabin
while his father or an uncle flew the ship, or bombing about his father's shop while trying
to stay out from under foot and out of trouble, not always successfully.
He was an average student and opted for the classes and certifications that would help
him along the obvious path laid before his feet, that of a grease monkey and pilot in his
father's shop. Opportunity didn't spend much time knocking on the doors of Planet Leeds,
especially for this ginger-haired son of a loud-mouthed and ofen drunk small-time salvage
fleet operator.
He earned a lot of experience with the inner workings of ships and engines, and being of
a smaller than average frame, always seemed to get the work where one must shimmy
into the most god-awful crevices of his father's grubby little fleet. There were a dozen old
and small freighters, but truthfully, it was all they could do to keep 6 or 8 of them operable
at any given time. And as his father grew older, more of the burden fell on his shoulders
as far as fleet maintenance and shop operations.
His mother worked in the office doing all the receiving and compliance paperwork, but as
his parents were nearly 40 when he was born, it became obvious that the family business
was fast becoming his personal Albatross. With 6 full time pilots plus 2 uncles hanging
about the shop who obviously felt as though they should get first crack at work in their
brother's business, Davy always seemed to be under the gun to get another ship in order
or fix a new problem that threatened to take one out of service.
In short, his life was becoming a private little hell as his mother's eyesight began failing
along with his father's health. Once he came into full possession of the company's books
and saw how the business had spent the last several years wobbling along the edge of
the financial abyss, he knew he was going to have a rough year.
