Robert Peel

Character Name:

Robert Peel

Age:

32

Species:

Human

Gender:

M

Alignment:

Lawful Neutral

Autobiography:

I am a policeman of an aristocratic tradition. I should have known those sweet summer days could never last, but I was a hero in my time. My squadron and I guarded our system against all threats, and did so with style too. Of course, in the scheme of things, a few corvettes (armed yachts really) meant nothing. Our system was punched out by a big cruiser and accompanying sides. Everybody gone, the surface scoured.

I DIDN'T RUN.

I have no idea what DID happen, but that was ten years or so ago now. I'm a freelancer, security and consulting. Troubleshooting too, when I can't avoid it. (If there's trouble, I shoot it.)  I found this area, this territory, and see some big mother hubbards and then some little guys muscling in on them, and I say "what the hell?" The last place I was at, well, that's territory too now. The Galaxy is  full of big powers, and big powers don't often permit a man his proper independence. His Pride. I'll take the work I can get, although I am a man in arms. I'll guard a person, place or thing. I'll shoot a person place, or thing. I'll even mine, if you make me do it, but I don't like to. I work under contract, or in enlistment, if people still do that nowadays. I'll take your schilling. I'll keep you safe.