Daniel Tasker, independant transport captain.

You are Daniel Tasker, a 21 year old independant transport captain, though Imperial records have you listed as a smuggler. You became the captain, owner and operator of your ship, the Swift Sure, a little over 2 years ago with the **** of your father.

You are 5'4" tall caucasian with a skiny build. You have blue eyes and close cropped brown hair and full beard. Despite your youth your hair is already flecked with gray and a prominent bald patch exists.

You are wearing a gray t-shirt, black pants with lots of pockets and black cowboy boots. Drapped over the back of your chair is a sleaveless jacket matching your pants, also with multiple pockets.

You are currently in your quarters reviewing your ships operational costs and hoping that the current job will net you enough credits to keep your ship flying.

Your quarters contain a double bed, a chair, and a small work station desk. On the wall between your bunk and desk is the ships intercom. Suddenly the intercom crackles to live.

"Captain to the bridge." a barely identifiable voice, due to the static crackling and power hum, calls for your attention.

You look at the intercom and wonder what you are wanted for. You pull on your jacket as you leave your quarters for the bridge, making a mental note to bring the comms problem up with your engineering team.