Hello, my name is Jack. I’ve met people that are evil. I’m talking black hat, big “E” Evil right down to the sinister laughter here. I’ve met others that are saints. White hats and all. Most of us though are somewhere in between. And frankly, in the dark of space, all hats are grey at first glance.
I wear a suit for my day jobs. All of them. Pays to look respectable when you deliver…well…whatever you’re delivering. But when I’m off the jobs, I like to relax in a broken in pair of jeans and a tank top. With a cold beer. Life always looks better with a cold beer in the hand.
They’re asking again what it’s like not to age. Like I live in some crazy world where everything is wondrous. Fact is, my life ain’t much different from anyone’s. I live out here in the real world, every day. I see all kinds of people, and we’re more the same than we are different. We’re all human. We all fall down, we all get hurt, and we all bleed red.
I had a family until the Shang killed them. I found a new family during the war. The Peloran gave us new names. Hawk. Snake. Bull. They have a thing for animals and a lot of the names are awful descriptive. Me they called Hart. I bled for the name, so I kept it. My name is Jack Hart. Some have taken to calling me Jack of Harts.
I’ve flown off Alliance ships. I’ve flown off Peloran ships. I’ve flown off Arnam ships. I’ve even flown off Aesiran ships. They made the difference you know. After the Arnam got pounded into dust bunnies it looked like we were going to lose. The Aesiran just didn’t want to get involved. In the end they did, grumbling all the way. In the end, we all survived. I’m awful happy about that.