Who is Mr. Unknown? Mr. Unknown is a high ranking official of the LSF, who enjoys his job, but unfortunately has a hidden dark side. He hides his true identity so as not to be identified by his superiors and risk loosing his job or even having to face prison time. Mr. Unknown has his hands in many illegal dealings from smuggling, to pirating, to assassinations. He deals with all types of unlawfuls, but still never fails to do his duty while in uniform. One thing that needs to be made clear is; Mr. Unknown does not have split personalities. He is fully aware of all that he does, both good and bad, but he still does them as it gives him a feeling of being in control. To help in his constant effort to keep his identity safe Mr. Unknown rarely gets his own hands dirty, but instead pays his 'employees' well and does not tolerate failure.
This is where his story begins...
(Somewhere in Liberty space, on an unknown ship, in a dark office a man sits behind his desk starring at his out into space through a large portal. The office is large, but eerily dark and under lit, there is a large mahogany desk in front of the man with a computer console sitting in the middle. Hanging on the walls are several military items from a case with many medals, to a pair of blaster rifles in the shape of an X over top a Liberty Flag. The man continues to stare out the portal for several minutes before he turns around, presses a button on his desk, and a female voice breaks the silence.)
Secretary: Yes sir, what can I do for you?
Mr. Unknown: Two things dear, first I'd like you to bring me some of that Bretonian rum that was just sent in from one of my employees. I've got a hankerin, to wet my whistle a little bit. Also, I'd like you to bring me the list of potential new hires for my... alternative ventures.
Secretary: Yes sir, anything else?
Mr. Unknown: Not at this time, but I will be having you schedule interviews here in the near future; and as always this is to be completely confidential between you and I.
Secretary: Oh of course sir, absolutely. You have my word... well you can actually have whatever part of me you want, but that's neither here nor there.
Mr. Unknown: I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, but I am glad to have you sweetheart. Thanks.
(After a few minutes pass Mr. Unknown's secretary enters the room with a bottle of rum in one hand and the data file in the other. She hands the file to Mr. Unknown, pours him a short glass of rum, and kisses him on the cheek before saying)
Secretary: Anything else I can do for you?
Mr. Unknown: Not right now, I just need some time to look over this file. Thanks.
(The secretary leaves the room and Mr. Unknown sips on his glass of rum while reviewing the data file.)