My name is Nick Tate. I look old, but Im not, really. Im 32. Growing up with an abusive alcoholic father in Hells Kitchen on Manhattan will make you old quick. Not to mention the 10 years in Huntsville.
My friends call me Kneecap. I let them. After all, it was my signature move , back in the day.
My dad had me running numbers in Hells Kitchen when I was 8 years old. I looked innocent. Did that until I started my own business with a few other kids when I was 15. We offered protection to the local merchants, whether they wanted it or not. I broke my first kneecap collecting a past due account.
At 18, I started a stable of fillies for the traders whod lay over at Manhattan. At 20, a nasty little Kusari liner captain got rough with one of my girls. He was pretty much responsible for enrolling me in Huntsville, after I broke one of his kneecaps.
Ironically, I went from one kitchen to another. I scrubbed pots and mopped floors for the Huntsville mess hall. I did learn to cook pretty well, though.
When I got out, I stayed straight for two years. I scrimped and saved for something to fly, and I helped three friends get on their feet when they were booted from Huntsville.
The Painted Hussy. Sort of an unusual ship for a Slaver. Remember that nasty Kusari captain? Well, my friends and I got fed up with Houston, and we traveled to New Tokyo to look him up. I made him an offer: Sign over his nice luxury liner, or take his last breath. We lifted in the Hussy an hour later. Oh, and I broke his other kneecap as a souvenir.
Once back in Liberty, I got hold of Xavier through a mutual acquaintance. I offered my services and expertise. Its not a marriage made in heaven, but itll do. I dont associate much with the other Slavers. I just collect my commissions, and keep to myself.
I live on Arecibo now. Most of the Junker Guards got the pick of my crop over the last few months. They think Im a God. Its poetic justice that I spend a lot of time running drugs and arms right under the noses of those stupid Texans. I get a huge kick out of it.
My preferred slaves are Bounty Hunter and Xeno women. Bounty Hunters, because they dont find much work, and get paid crap when they do. Its easy to convince them that being sold to some rich sugar daddy is a better deal. The Xeno gals are feisty and gritty. A lot of my clients are into pain and being dominated. The Xenos are happy to oblige, and get paid well for being exactly who they are.
So, here I am at 32. A herder for the Slavers Union. My own ship, and a crew I trust, most of the time. I'll take the odd lady off your hands, if she's got that "certain something". 75% of top dollar is what I offer.
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