...Incoming Transmission...
...Signal Location: Planet Crete
...Encryption: Medium
Hello, my name is Enigo Montoya and I am 35 years old.
It pains me to tell you my story, but they say that confession is often the first step on the road to redemption. You see I worked with my father Santiago, liberating credits and cargo for the prosperity of my family as well as the empire. Then came that day 10 years ago when we stopped a small Bowex convoy heading through Cambridge. All seemed to be going well until the Bowex escort pilot opened fire on my Correo. My father engaged him and was able to give me time to escape with our loot, but the pilot was an Ace, and able to destroy my fathers Titan. The transport captains snickered over the comms that no one can beat the six-fingered pilot.
I spent quite some time searching for this pilot but eventually I fell into depression, and as depressed men sometimes do I turned to the bottle to cope. I have spent the last 10 years crawling into any cantina I could find. But the desire to accomplish something with my life has finally surpassed my depression and again I am ready to fly for the good of our nation.
I have both a Titan and Gladiator fighting ships, and have used both in defense of Gamma space as well as for cargo aquisition. Though to be honest, a little more training and practice never would hurt. My skills could use a little sharpening. I want to be at the top of my game for when I find the six-fingered pilot.