Excerpt from Student Profile hacked from university data-bank (818 A.S.): Section 65.b – Mental Health
Name: Ealias Baltar
Gender: Male
Age:19
Limited data available, no direct contact made – the following represents a best guess based on information gleaned from University application and subsequent essays flagged by tutors.
- V.intelligent
- Higly motivated
- Idealist
- Self-righteous
- Narcissist
Perceived risk of developing anti-social or criminal behaviours: Low-Moderate. Counselling not recommended at this stage. Personal Memoirs Chapter 1, draft:
Humble beginnings
I was raised in an upper-working class family in a declining industrial town, on planet Leeds, Bretonia. I excelled academically and was admitted into Cambridge Uinversity on a scholarship program whereupon my life took an unexpected turn...
Evil shows it's face
It was whilst studying at Cambridge University that I learned of the plight of the natives of Planet Harris. I knew then that I had to change the course of human history... A plan takes shape
Getting increasingly involved in political activism through the university I met more and more like-minded people. Though I'd been bombarded with propaganda since birth, it was only through these contacts that I learned about the true nature of the Gaians.
Through my friends at the University I had been put in contact with the Gaians, though very welcoming, they weren't about to trust me without... a test. So there I was, sitting in the Bar at Birmingham Station on my first official assignment – one only a complete unknown could complete. Over the rim of my glass I spotted a likely pair of marks over at the table in the corner.
I put down my drink and approached – I saw from the insignia on their shirts that I was on to a winner - BMM. After a few drinks I'd managed to glean that come the morning Wills and Jack would be escorting a large transport through the New London Jump gate and beyond. My mission was simple, acting as a rookie merc I was to gain their trust and convince them to hire me on as added insurance against piracy. With the slew of recent attacks and the paltry sum I was asking for payment they didn't take much convincing.
The Baptism
Come the morning both pilots were clearly worse for wear, and neither thought much of my eagerness to be the first to dock with the tradelane - “Taking point” as I put it. The transport was the next to dock followed by the hungover apes. Once I reached the predetermined spot, I dropped out of the trade lane and fired a few shots into the ring, disrupting the lane for a dew km on either side, and dropping the rest of the convoy too. Then I sent out an encrpted message containing our location over the comms as planned.
“What the hell happened?” - Jack's voice was dripping with ill-disguised fear.
“Must just be a malfunction” - I assured him, whilst watching the approaching ships on my scanner.
But something was wrong the signatures were wrong – these were Bounty Hunter ships, three of them and they were hailing the transport. My mind was racing through different scenarios, ways to get rid of them, when the second set of signatures appeared on my scanner – the Gaians, three Very Heavy Fighters, and a Panther Bomber – More than enough to take on two hungover security guards especially with a traitor in their midst, but now?