Dusty was born to a moderately privileged family in HIP20277. Being born to a Duke within the Imperial Navy awarded him an expedited admission into the Empire's fleet academy, where he performed as an exceptionally average student lacking interest, but not talent, in the stuffy environment of the academic rigor.

Earning his first set of CMDR's wings and his PF License in the HazRes fields of HIP 20277, he purchased himself an Imperial Eagle and began his adventure throughout the bubble.

Eventually he would find himself short on credits, and after meeting a small criminal organization he would dedicate himself to the disreputable illegal slave trade. This nasty work was appalling to many, but Dusty would find it fitting. Blinded by greed, he would purchase a Lakon Type-7 and use it to haul across the dangerous anarchy systems of the Bubble.

Trouble would catch up to him in a brief encounter with a squadron of murderers, GANK as they would be known, when they cornered him in an asteroid belt. Jettisoning all 200 souls aboard would cost him his career, but impressed the leader of the wing who promptly offered him a job. Seeing no other alternative, he would trade in his 7 for a Fer-de-Lancd and begin training in combat once again.

One day the call to explore would beckon the wing. A station, the Gnosis, would be leaving the Bubble for unknown depths of the void. Smuggling their weapons and ships into the port was easy, their goal was to terrorize and slaughter the defenseless population. But when the jump happened, everything changed. Villains became heroes as the Thargoids unveiled themselves to the settled systems. All ships left the port only to be fired upon relentlessly by the inhuman enemy. The Wing flew into action being some of the few pilots who had brought fully combat capable ships to bare. Losses were taken and ultimately Dusty would limp home alone in his FDL 14 Lightyears at a time, battered but not disgraced. His intentions though ignoble at first were redeemed by swift action against a greater menace than even he could have imagined.

He would find himself seeking penance in the bars and 'roid fields of the blackest sea drifting between drinks and rocks, before news came of a new material found in the ice fields. Dusty had a stash of a couple of billion credits tucked away by then, and purchased himself a Beluga.

"Only the finest for something as drab as this, I suppose." He would say to himself, before equipping it with mining lasers, deep core charges, and heading into the fields for himself.

What would happen next was a blur of faded memories. Every trip home his wallet would grow fatter, and just as quickly be spent on new ships, strong drinks, and the most expensive women he could find. It was a period of insane wealth for the man, wealth that would be spent feeding a new Wolf Hesh addiction.

Waking up from a three day bender in Wolf 1301, he would be apprehended for disorderly conduct by the Federal forces of the Exodus Coalition. They offered him a choice. Prison, or the Navy.

So Dusty found himself voiding with an army, conquering nearby systems for a couple of years before eventually branching off on his own. He had amassed a few followers by that time who went AWOL with him, and he founded the Space Cowboy Squadron. A crack team of mercenaries, dedicating themselves to the independent conflict zones of LP 908-11 and LHS 317. They would ply their trade, paid in blood and credits for a job well done, eventually being known across the galaxy as one of the top five mercenary companies for hire despite their small membership of only six pilots.

His lieutenant wanted more though. Money wasn't enough, power was what he sought, and a disagreement over leadership led to a mutiny that disrupted the Squadron and left Dusty floating in the wreckage of his ship in Crathiganit. He was found by a Search and Rescue team, his escape pod recovered and brought before a small militant group.

The HAND, had heard about his exploits, having seen him before in the Thargoid infested skies of Asterope, and offered him a position among their ranks. Here he found brotherhood and a new enemy that tests the skills of this infamous pilot to this day.

Dusty is still out in the black, though few see him in the Bubble anymore. Rumor has it that he makes journeys every so often into Shinrarta Dezrah for supplies, or to spend his wealth on new ships and modules for the "good fight".

Those who know him know where to find him.

Seeking penance for his sins on the [HAND] Fistfull of Arrows, bringing the fight to the only enemy that had ever scared him. Glimpses of his ships can be seen jetting past like lightning, weaving masterfully between swarms and flying sortie after sortie against the Thargoid menace.