From slave miner in an iron-ore mining zone to arms dealer king who makes the powers across the star sector bow before him, his rise to power is an outrageous legend of “showing off and face-slapping” and “pushing his luck to the limit.”
He clutches a glowing crystal and flees overnight, then tricks pirates out of a whole shipload of biscuits with half a crystal. He pilots a mining ship more beat-up than a trash can and steals clients from a trade giant. At Blackstar Port, his skull flag turns a trade guild representative green in the face. Hounded by a Federation fleet, he drifts in zero gravity, chewing on packaging paper, and still manages to pick up an even bigger crystal...
His career change to arms dealing is even crazier: he uses a cargo bay door to withstand mech fire, modifies a laser pickaxe into a legendary gun that makes the “Cosmic Sharpshooter” cry, and blasts through a fleet blockade with a self-destruct program designed to scare people. He even dares to challenge a high-ranking Federation official: “I’ll cut off the food supply to your border star systems!”
When he tosses a crystal engraved with his name as a pass from atop the Iron Meteor Throne, which was made from the pilot’s seat of his wrecked ship, who still remembers the miner who was prodded in the back with an electric baton?
Remember, don’t mess with an arms dealer carrying a laser pickaxe. There are more missiles in his warehouse than stars in your system.
