"My dad passed away two years ago. Actually, passed away is probably a bit too peaceful a term, but I won't get into that unless you ask. I was eighteen, and nobody was going to send us credits in sympathy; the only talent I ever really had was flying, so we spent what we had left on a ship and I started doing whatever decent errands I could get my hands on."
"I got better, and the neighborhood was getting a lot nastier. I started doing a lot less errands and a lot more fighting. Taking out thugs, pirates, drug traffickers, all those unsavory types; seems nice and noble and all that in one respect but really, I was still getting paid for it."
"My mum passed away early this year. Hunting down thugs and pirates was still all I knew, and I got a lot more involved in shooting down those types with just myself to worry about. Moved to New York recently for one reason; you wanna find bloodsuckers and corruption, look no further than Liberty."
"I ran into one of your men last night, a man who introduced himself as Commisar Katz, and he told me about the SCRA. We talked, and I agreed with almost everything he said, it all rang really, really, true. He proposed I should apply to join you, and I thought it was a great idea."
"I've spent the last two years trying to shoot down the products of messed up societies. I'd like to quit just focusing on the products and help you deal with the cause, so to speak. If you'll have me."
