To the people of Phoenix, my name is Jerry Hobbs, captain of a Whale with more holes than sense. I have seen your lot sailing past through the fields of the Omicrons and I would like to request to join your ranks.
But of course, a tale of my life, shortened for your convenience. I'll start by saying, I'm not exactly sure where I'm from. Bretonia presumably, but the amount of bouncing around Freeports I did as a small boy has left me somewhat unsure. The only other two people to ask, my parents, are long gone. Not by some tragic tale, their bodies were simply worn out from years of toil. They had me late, the time I got with them was short compared to others.
As a lad I was gifted a small freighter, nothing fancy, it allowed me to get a feeling for bartering, roaming around on my lonesome finding the best deal and making a name for myself. I got quite efficient at making credits, by gambling or trading, you decide. Worked my way up the social tiers as it were, when money comes flowing, so do friends. Or so I thought. Stabbed in the back I was, not literally but it has been close a few times. I'm sad to say I lost it all, my ships, my credits, my so called friends... Everything.
Ended up back on my parent's Whale, they were happy to have me, but it wasn't the life I wanted for myself. I was comfortable though, so I stayed. Stayed through my father's sickness, too many runs through 41 claimed him. And my mother, oh, she died of a broken heart not long after he did. At least I say that, sounds more romantic. Really they were just too old, time claimed two more victims.
The only positive I got out of it was my hunk o' junk, the mighty Whale. Like I said, more holes than sense. Not sure if I mean the captain or the ship. But she's a faithful one, always seen me out of a pinch. That's just it though, it's just me and her. Yeah I have a small crew from time to time, that's rare. It's lonely out hear in the silence of the galaxy. I'd like to live life again, not simply exist to fade away one day. Which is why I'd like to join your lot. They seem like good folk.
While I'm wary to outstretch a hand in good faith, I'd gladly do it for you lot.
JC Hobbs.
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Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
