Jackk is a former Federal pilot. He rarely saw naval combat during his six year employment under Felicia Winters as a "data delivery agent." However, he was well-known in his unit for the short-temper that played out in the bars and back-alleys of stations across the bubble. It was with those bloody knuckles that he earned the nickname "Hatchet Jackk." However, after one nearly fatal fight left a civilian in a coma, Jackk was detained and eventually discharged from the Federal Navy. With nothing left to lose, he scrapped together enough credits to buy his own ship and start a new life.

After creating a successful start-up trading company, he Jackk grew his modest fleet under the shadow of the new Thargoid threat. Like most people, he caught glimpses of the attacks on GalNet, but the flashing images would pass and he would move on. That is until he made a routine visit to Parise Station in the Tembala system. The brutal Thargoid attack aftermath haunted him. Witnessing the monsters steal escape pods and destroy every ship in their path was more than he could handle. Jackk escaped the carnage, but he could not escape the creeping dread.

He drank to escape the visions, the imagined screams of women and children as they were drawn to the Thargoid ship. He drank to forget, but the screams would not end. When he heard other commanders setting out to strike back, he saw an opportunity to end it. Either he'd defeat the nightmares, or he'd die trying. He outfitted an aging Fer-de-Lance and joined the Knights of Karma. He ventured into the void to gather resources rumoured to hurt the aliens. He spent weeks scrounging credits, patching, repairing, drinking, and rarely sleeping. The day was soon approaching when they would set out to Pleiades, and face them head on.

He didn't feel ready, but the day he arrived in system Jackk and his wing mates turned alien after alien into caustic space dust. With every volley, his anger deepened. They were falling, but there were so many more to defeat ahead of him.