Jack of Harts

After The War and Charles’ little family issues boiled over, we sorta just went out did stuff.  We traded all over the place, flew everywhere we could reach, and did a lot of research and other stuff too.  Even me.  It’s nice to not be shooting everything that moves.  We actually do come in peace now.  We shoot to kill of course…well…maybe wound.  Some planets get jumpy when we start filling their citizens with holes, no matter what they did to earn it.  Inconsiderate.