Frank Mclynn

[Angus]

Angus McBain sat at the end of the bar. Gazing upon his 9th or 10th shot of whiskey, he'd lost count by now, but what did it matter.. He could still feel pain in his bones. Pain from old war wounds received courtesy of the Nomad Wars. Seems like ages ago.

Angus was born in the Dublin system. Eldest son of honest hard working parents who mined gold for BMM.
He too followed in their footsteps at a young age, but it didn't take long to learn that this life style was not for him. He longed for adventure, thrills & excitement. Even at a young age he knew he had to get out of the mines & find a source to feed his appetite for adrenaline. Thus when he had pocketed enough gold he had stolen from the mines, saved up every credit he could, he went off to purchase a ship. He found a used, battle worn Cavalier. It was a flying pile of junk, but it was his & was his ticket out of the mines.
He didn't say a word to his family, just grabbed his stuff, returned to the hanger where his new ship was docked & left off for adventure.

Angus's first grand adventure was learning how to pilot a light fighter. Being a miner, he had no previous skills or knowledge of ship controls & the like. On a few occasions he had come close to killing himself trying to learn the ropes. By the time he had mastered some skills, his ship was nothing more than welded hull plates and loose bolts. The ship served him well in his studies, but was far from being a ship worthy of any use other than spare parts. A new ship he needed, the credits for one, he lacked.

Although , all the time spent hanging around the shipyards, the docks & the bars, he had learned one thing, Piracy was easy money, or so he thought.
Thus Angus began his fund raising by pirating the gold shipments of freighters his parents had worked so hard all their lives to fill. Basically bluffing his way most the time as his ships guns were worn to the point that they would explode if he were ever to fire them.

Then it happened, Someone called his bluff. An older man in a far superior fighter, signs of battle upon it, yet in excellent shape. A Hussar, very well equipped by the looks of it & he was sure that ships guns had absolutely no problems firing & tearing him & his ship to pieces.
Laughter filled the comm device in Angus's cockpit after he broadcasted his demands of money to the Hussar Fighter nose to nose with his barely in one piece Cavalier. Embarrassed & full of rage of the pilots mocking his attempts to pirate him, Angus yelled into his comm device "Pay up old man! Or I'll blast you & your ship into dust!!" again laughter filled the comms channel & the Hussar pilot replied "Son, *laughter* if you can get those old guns of your to fire with out exploding, I'd be willing to pay you double"

Feelings of shame replace those of rage, He knew the older pilot in the Hussar was right & could have taken him out in a whim. All he could muster up the courage to say in response was " Sorry sir, you may pass" He began to throttle up his engines & leave the area of his disgrace when the comm became active again. "Wait a minute youngin, You have nerve I'll give ye that, Follow me, let me buy you a drink, I got a business proposal for you"
Curious, Angus follows the man, A few drinks & long conversations, He agrees to join Frank McLynn and his mercenary company of McLynn Security Inc.

Many battles they fought. Then the interdiction with Bretonia & the Corsairs began.
The conflict with the Corsairs gave him some fame & notoriety. As did it to many of the MC-23 Mercenaries, enough so that when the Nomad wars began, Bretonia once again asked McLynn & his Merc's to aid them in their struggles. Forgiving all past crimes & paying them handsomely. Enough in fact, it made most of the pilots rich. Rich enough McLynn himself retired.

Not ready to call it quits, Angus & a few of the MC-23 tried to keep the company running, yet their lack of business skills resulted in it's failure. Then being shunned & exiled from Bretonia, their governments way of hiding the truth about the Nomad conflict, He wasted all his previous earnings on women & whiskey. Numerous failed business ventures left Angus about as poor as when he first started out those few years ago. He would find work escorting some freighters or doing odd low paying mercenary jobs here & there, just enough to keep his fighter up & going & to buy his whiskey.

"Ahh... The good ole days" He pondered while tipping up the shot of the Best Molly spirits the bar could offer.
"Mr McBain?" a younger man asked, holding a messaging transmitter.
"Aye, that would be me"
"You have a communication from a Mr McLynn. "
Holy hell! he thought.. he's still alive??
"Well give me that device boy, If that old war hawk is still breathing, I best be seeing what he has in mind"