“Talk about myself..? Why? I ain’t really anything special, just some space drifter. Born on a rock, miles from anywhere, out in the fringes of the bubble. My father was a nobody, just a hardrock miner, a drunkard and a bastard.

The only thing he ever left me was a ‘winder, a few creds, and the desire not to be him. I left that rock as soon as i could, and forgot its name. I’ve been drifting since. I’ve tried me hands at all sorts of jobs, floating between bounty hunting here, ‘roid mining there, running stocks and blockades, earning myself up to my current baby, MoonShard.

I’m in my late twenties now, and i ain't got no plans, it's the way i like it. Life’s too short and the ‘verse to big to go making solid plans, aint no point. They never survive more than that first launch anyway. I’ll continue to float ‘round, doing what the solar winds bring me too, and see where the creds fall then.

So.. Is that enough talkin’ bout myself? Yeah? Good.. I got a flight to make, and you’ve held me up already.”