Bio
Every mornin', I wake up, grab me a cup of stim coffee, and make my way to the ol' hangar. Serenity's Hauler's sittin' there, gleamin' under the spaceport lights like a diamond in the rough. I load her up with all kinds of space goods – from mined minerals to microTech's fancy gadgets, aimin' to make a good profit at the next port.
Now, flyin' through the 'verse is a bit like ridin' a bull at a rodeo. There's jumps, quantum drives spoolin', and the hum of them engines drownin' out the space silence. But there's a certain kind of freedom up there, a freedom you only find in the wide-open spaces of the 'verse.
So, here I am, a space hauler in the vastness of the 'verse, ridin' the space trails with a heart full of adventure and a drawl as sweet as a jar of homemade peach preserves. Haulin' may be tough, but it's a life I wouldn't trade for all the UEC in the verse. Happy flyin', and may your cargo holds stay full and your quantum drives stay spooled!