A retired Officer from The Fuel Rats Squadron, Brick settled down in the system of Mantuate. A couple of years later, the itch began to creep up again. Ever-drawn to the blackness of The Void, he just couldn't sit still. Constantly gazing upwards, he eventually put down his books and his mundane daily tasks and headed to his workshop. More of a hangar than an actual workshop, but just about the same amount of tools hastily thrown about. "Time to dust this ol' girl off" he chortles, as he begins ripping off the protective fabric lain over his only true love. Towards the skies once again...