Krosul X. Large had not always been a four fingered space biker. He used to have a normal Pilots Life, until a fateful day that changed his life forever.

It was during his last mission as a starfighter pilot in the Alliance Navy, when he was assigned to escort a convoy of humanitarian aid to a war-torn planet. He was flying his trusty Eagle, a nimble and agile fighter, along with his wingman.

They were approaching the drop zone, when they detected a hostile presence on their scanners. It was a wing of Imperial Interceptors, sent to intercept and destroy the convoy. Krosul and his wingman engaged the enemy, hoping to buy enough time for the convoy to reach the planet. They fought bravely, but they were outnumbered and outgunned. Krosul managed to shoot down two of the Interceptors, but he also took some hits on his shields and hull. He saw his wingmans Eagle explode in a ball of fire, and he felt a surge of anger and grief.

He decided to make a last stand, and he activated his afterburners, heading straight for the lead Interceptor. He fired his lasers and missiles, hoping to take down the enemy commander. He saw the Interceptor’s shields flicker and fail, and he smiled grimly. He was about to score a direct hit, when he felt a sudden jolt on his right side. He looked down, and he saw blood and metal. His right hand had been blown off by a stray shot from another Interceptor. He screamed in pain and shock, and he lost control of his Eagle. He crashed into the lead Interceptor, and both ships exploded in a massive blast.

Krosul survived, miraculously. He was rescued by the convoy, and taken to a medical facility. He was treated for his injuries, and he received a cybernetic prosthetic hand to replace his lost one. But the hand was not a perfect fit. It was a cheap and faulty model, and it had only four fingers. Krosul hated it, and he hated himself. He felt like a freak, a failure, and a traitor.

He soon learned that he had been framed for the destruction of the convoy, and that his wingman had been the one who had betrayed him. He had been working for the Empire, and he had sabotaged Krosul’s Eagle and leaked the convoy’s location. He had also planted evidence that implicated Krosul as the mole.

Krosul was arrested and court-martialed, and he was stripped of his Admiral rank and honors. He was expelled from the Navy, and he became a wanted criminal.

He swore to clear his name, and to find his Former wingman and make him pay.

He became Krosul X. Large, the space biker with four fingers. He would never forget his past, and he would never forgive his enemy.

He escaped from custody and became a privateer, working for the power of Edmund Mahon, the Prime Minister of the Alliance. He was loyal to Mahon's ideals of democracy, cooperation, and trade, and he fought against the tyranny of the Empire and the Federation.

Krosul formed a squadron of like-minded pilots, who called themselves the Hanseatic League. He operates from a Federal Corvette named [Hale] RUNGHOLT, which Krosul had acquired from a shady dealer. He still had a deep love for heavy armored Federation Shipd. The ship was a powerful war machine, equipped with advanced weapons and systems. Krosul customized it with a chocolate Brown paintjob. He also wore a red combat suit with his spray painted Name on it, a pair of black mirrored sunglasses, a cigar, and a mighty beard, to complete his badass look.

Krosul and his squadron roamed the galaxy, performing missions for Mahon, raiding enemy bases, and protecting Alliance interests. They also enjoyed some leisure activities, such as listening to some legendary Rock-bands from ancient Earth, and collecting nuclear weapons, which Krosul had a fascination with. They were notorious for their daring exploits, their fierce combat skills, and their contempt for authority. They had many enemies, but also many admirers.

After consulting with several cybernetic specialists, Krosul decided to undergo a procedure to fit a state-of-the-art prosthetic finger. This prosthetic was designed to match the biomechanics of his original hand and was equipped with sensors that could interface directly with his nervous system, providing a seamless and natural range of motion.

The procedure was carried out at a renowned medical facility on the planet Medica Prime. Using precise robotic surgery, the specialists attached the prosthetic finger to Krosul’s hand. The operation involved intricate connections to muscles, tendons, and nerve endings, ensuring that the prosthetic would respond just like a natural finger.

Post-surgery, Krosul underwent a period of rehabilitation where he learned to control his new finger with the help of virtual reality simulations and targeted muscle reinnervation exercises. Over time, he regained full functionality, and the prosthetic became a part of him, indistinguishable from his biological fingers.

Even after he gets his missing finger back, he will always be known and feared as: Krosul X. Large, the space biker with four fingers.

He was still looking for the person who had betrayed him and ruined his career. He had a clue that led him to a mysterious sector of space, where he hoped to find his nemesis and take his revenge. He was willing to risk everything for this quest, even his life and his crew. He knew that someday, he would face his final battle, and he was ready for it.