Appearance: small fat body, long black messy hair, dark eyes, unshaved face
Comitted crimes: 142 Smuggleruns, public annoyance, high treasony
History: His times as high ranked officer in the bretonian forces left their marks on this man. Because of his amazing diplomatic abilities he was used in tactical unstable area, to construct more consistant alliances with several factions. He has a very expansive mind and speaks english and german fluent and adapts to regional cultures very fast. After an official exploration mission in the Omega sectors he quitted his service without further charges. His task for his mission was fulfilled and he returned to early to the rendez vous point and witnessed bretonian gunfire on a refugee transport.
Anger grew inside him; he joined the bretonian forces to stand for ideals, equal to "serve and protect", then 13 years of his life were destroyed in less than 13 seconds. He turned and fled the field immediately. After that a long period of self hate troubled him. He flew a long time without perspective through Sirius and forged relations with Corsairs (who he still fears somehow) and Zoners, who actually gave him a better home, than Bretonia ever was. All of a sudden as he got acknowledged as Zoner, his diplomatic abilities were needed again.
Baker recently started to smuggle foods to Crete. Not to pay off his deeds he calls his "sins", but to help.
Excerpt of his ship log:
"Before I deserted I was fine with what I have, now I know, that someone has to pay the double price for it."
Ok, I have harvested my honors, the corsairs seem to accept me as a regular guest. I have studied their history and now I know at lest parts of their frustration and roots of their hate. The bretonian authorities seem to have lost interest in chasing me anymore for some reason, though I angered people on the other side of the road; Rheinland authorities hunt me. I have supplied oppositional bases, which is an taboo sentenced with executions in Rheinland. My crew is also great and unifies (ironically) entire Sirius; Ryuichi Mishima, Engineer, Olaf Kaiser, Cargo Chief and Brendan Mc Callister, Navigation Officer, here we have it; four houses united in one ship without blasting each others heads for no reasons.
We also have visited Gallia and have seen a lot, since we docked to almost every base we had visual contact with. And picked up Jeanne Bideraeux, which usually wanted to go with us as passenger, but she liked travelling with us and decided to become our cook (well, she's also a great dancer). Gallia is amazing and we have seen lots of amazing things there, like the Privas subsystem. Kaiser freaked out, like:"How the hell does that work!?"
We also gave our ship finally a name; "[Zoner Trading Vessel] Beduin", named after a culture travelling through the desert and trading goods. We are almost the same and our oasis is meant to be Gran Canaria, we don't see it often, but we love that planet. We would not trade it for anything.
This was definately not our day. Someone should remind us to stay away from everything beyond Omicron Gamma...
...evrywhere enemies...
Bounty Hunters, Nomads...
...we shipped Deuterium to Battleship Isis. Bad width of financial winning and too dangerous for cruising alone...
...my ship got blasted halfway to Freeport 11 by those Nomads. Jeanne is dead, all our supplies are gone, and we're not angry about THAT we are angry, that our tobacco went lost in space...
Fortunately the Order retrieved another transport...