This is Frank Hammer. In the past, I wouldn't really be good with the optical computers, but let's say some time I spent on a prison liner gave me enough time to read up on those.
I used to be an independent contractor, working as an IT assistant, with specialty at mining equipment. One day, I was seen with some Lane Hackers, helping them with some stranded vacationers, and the LN openned fire on me without warning. I refuse to believe that wasn't without premeditation. Those Lane Hackers saved me, and I owe them more than one. That is why I decided to become a part of this elusive organisation. That, and to figure out why the LN wanted me dead before I was any part of this.
My old Surveyor was irreparably damaged during the attack on my person, with me barely making it to a spacedock after the attack was over.
Thus, I stole a Starflier from Erie, plagued the supply shipments and depots between Newark and Munitions, barely scraping enough cash to get a Dagger. The rest I'm sure mr. Krest can fill you upon.
