Essen Station; First brief.

[Hanz.Vonbek]

Life's path often set in stone based on where we are born, from what parents, in what time period. Very few are able to change their stars for lack of opportunity or even desire. Such is the case for people living in Earth all that time ago. It would come across as totally ironic that in the ever expanses of the Sirius system alone, where more variations of literally every walk of life somehow co-exists, the ability to change into something you're not is even more restricted.

Hanz was a mal-nourished baby that grew into malnourished adult. Born to parents who's entire existence from birth had been the same to the point of their timely demise, the opportunity to be anything more than a Junker was unheard of. Parents and grandparents would turn in their non existent graves whilst bearing a tear in their eye at the thought of Hanz, the youngest and only son leaving their world to join a house corporation. Such a fete that Hanz himself is stunned to believe it's happening. Only time would tell if such an endeavour would play out as desired.

As far as Junkers go, Hanz had "made it big"- Very lucky indeed.

There's generally two types of Junker;

1. Those who peddle illicit substances, weaponry, technology, information and anything which holds credit-value all whilst holding under the radar posing as "Scrap/Waste Material/Anything of value which can be salvaged"
   
2. The ones who actually spend their entire life in debris fields collecting scrap metal in the hope of returning meagre financial return to get the next lot of supplies in, followed by spending even more time in the scrap fields. Having had little to not contact at all with anything but scrap salvaging.
   

Hanz came from a background of the latter, boasting only a few very fortunate assets to his name.

• A heavily used but very functional "Salvager" ship, handed through the generations.
  
• Having "been in the right place at the right time" during the most recent Maltese and Corsican clash over Freeport Nine. The part after every conflict nobody talks about; the clean-up. All sides had welcomed all Junkers capable in clearing wreckage. An extremely lucrative business bringing god-tier wealth (within the Junker community at least). The horrors it brings are even less spoke about.
  

This life, although wretched has brought Hanz something he couldn't pass up. An opportunity to change his bloodline Junker lifestyle. He'd been a friend, understudy of sorts of the late Mcboyle. An extremely successful Junker who was known across most Sirius. In the latter years of McBoyle's time, he'd began to shed assets he could no longer manage. This, coupled with the recent monetary influx from the Theta Clean-up, Hanz immediately purchased a small base within Frankfurt. The next 36 months were spent cleaning, scrubbing, polishing, updating & completely overhauling the station. The base was no stranger to Outcasts turning up for a quick refresh of supplies before slipping off back into the unknown. The base had even somehow paid off a Rheinland Polizi siege.

With systems finally becoming updated, and it's Junker history being scrubbed away, the hopeful now businessman made his way for the very first time onto a Kruger owned station. He'd applied a little while ago and had no idea he'd been accepted. it was only after checking the Neural Net some time later after the base's clearly outdated systems had been overhauled he'd realised.

~Equip with only a well worn suite which clearly wasn't made for him & a relentless attitude, he set course in a salvaged Heavy Tanker transport for Essen Station, New Berlin.

After docking, he made his way to the front desk, before approaching a sectary clutching his printed copy of application and acceptance.

I'm here to see Herr Karl Mecker?