Find a Crew, Find a Job, Keep Flying
Master and Cargo Broker of the "Dealer's Choice"
Agility d6; Smarts d8; Spirit d10; Strength d6; Vigor d6
Parry 4; Toughness 5; Pace 6; Charisma +2
Edges: Charismatic, Connections, Luck, Scavenger
Hindrances: Big Mouth (minor), Debt (minor), Pacifist (minor), Quirk-Snappy Dresser (minor)
Skills: Driving d4; Fighting d4; Healing d6; Investigation d4; Lockpicking d4; Notice d8; Persuasion d8; Piloting d4; Shooting d4; Streetwise d8
Defining Interests: Core Worlds Fashion, Commerce Regulations, Contract Law, +?
“Find a crew, find a job, keep flying”…or the loan sharks will find you and break your legs; if you’re lucky.
I’m Alexander Faro, master of Dealer’s Choice. Once upon a time I was an idealist. I fought for the Independents to preserve our right to live as we see fit. That didn’t turn out so well. After the disaster of Serenity Valley, I dusted myself off and washed my hands of politics. There had to be a better way to make a living in the ‘Verse than fighting a losing battle against a monolithic government.
Drowning my sorrows at Eavesdown Docks on Persephone, I met an attractive woman named Annie. As it turned out, Annie was some kinda mechanical genius. After a whirlwind romance, and not a little bit of intoxicants, we were married. Turns out Annie had an idea to fix up a decrepit Clydesdale transport and make our fortune amongst the stars. All we needed was a little money…ok, a lot of money. That’s where I came in.
I convinced some “investors” that in return for the start up money, they’d experience a huge return on their investment. With money in hand we purchased Annie’s transport and refit her. Funny thing is – refitting a starship was a lot more expensive that I expected. While Annie did much of the work herself, I had to call in more favors to finish the job, but finally we were flying. Turning a profit turned out to be a bit more difficult than expected also. I covered operating expenses, but my investors were looking for the return on their investment. When they sent some rather unfriendly gentlemen to make their point, I was fortunate enough to be in negotiations to provide passage to a couple old war acquaintances – TNT Tucker and Jax Biggs. My old buddies helped convince the debt collectors they’d have to collect another day. After that experience, I realized how useful such men could be as part of the crew.
Support crew in hand, we kept flying. Along the way we picked up a chemist that likes pays his keep selling his snake oil when we make port and a hotshot pilot that’s saved my bacon more than a few times with his fancy flying. We’ve become a family of sorts – a dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless.
…and we keep flying.