I am American born. I am a United States Marine. I fought the Shang. I flew with the Peloran. Sometimes I still do. Yes, that does make me an American Cowboy. I will be until the day I die. I hope you don’t mind if I really hope that’s a long time in the future.
I was born to be a partner to a fighter pilot. I was literally born to be a ship. I am just incredibly happy that Jack didn’t fight me on what kind of ship I would be. In the ship I am, I can travel anywhere I want. The only limit is fuel and I can get that on any planet out there. I really do like being a ship, and I wouldn’t want to be anything else.
I grew up with animals, both normal and uplifted. I like animals. They can be some of the nicest people in the world. Well, all the worlds that is. The point is, I refuse to meet potential clients in a zoo and I don’t go to them in my free time. I don’t like seeing people locked up in cages. Unless they’ve done something to deserve it of course. That’s a totally different animal there.
I enjoy talking to people. Discussing subjects about everything from the origin of the universe to whether or not a spork should be considered a real eating implement. And some people enjoy a good test of wits to boot. I have to be careful of who I talk to though. Some people are a challenge and they are fun. Some people are no challenge at all. Trust me, there is no achievement in winning a test of wits with an unarmed opponent.
I’ve been in a lot of fightin’ in my life. The interesting thing is, I don’t have the scars to prove it. Think about it. My body works real hard to remove any imperfections, and what is scar tissue but skin that don’t grow right? I get cut, I bleed, and I hurt, just like everybody. But when the skin regrows, it’s like it was before. So no scars. Tattoos are a real trick too, let me tell yah.