Pete Templer was the son of a mid-level beaurecrat in the Libertonian government. When he was 14 his mother was sent on a 2-year long audit of the docking bay maintenance schedules on several stations throughout Liberty space. Leaving her children with her husband, a mildly successful financier, she embarked on her career-making journey. But outside of Toronto Station, she was taken in an Outcast slaver raid out of Malta.
Despondent, Pete's father began using the insurance payout on wild speculative schemes, such as the ill-fated Tuttle Creek Mining, Inc. venture and the New Omicron Cartographers, LLC debacle, and drink. Frittering away both his finances and his social status, he abandoned his children the day after Pete turned 18. Left with meager finances and several younger siblings, Pete joined the Liberty Navy, sending remittances as large as he could muster to his remaining family. Though the pay was scant and conditions unpleasant, at least he could help fight the same scum that had ruined his family. Though fairly well liked by his comrades and respected for his bravery in a fighter, his lack of focus when not in a ship kept him from moving very far up the ranks.But with the recent outbreak of hostilities with Rheinland, the focus of his superiors shifted.
Pete, furious at his superiors lack of priorities, resigned and took his remaining salary and, mortgaging his family's home, bought and kitted out a spaceship to hunt down any scum he could for a profit. After a few months of low-cash bounties, mostly for freighter pilots who'd absconded with cargo and warrants for petty thieves, he heard about a new search for recruits for the Mandalorian Mercenaries in a bar in a Junker base. Intrigued, and needing contacts and connections to land some larger rewards, he thought he'd pursue this.