Jayne

Ace Pilot and Jack of all Trades

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I was born amongst the scattered detritus and filth of the lowliest beggars living cramped aboard the rogue trader ship The Hammer of St. Johnston. From an early age I learned how to survive, picking through the scraps of the more fortunate and fighting for or stealing what I needed to get by. I most likely would have lived and died as one of the many nameless faceless trillions of bodies that make up the great Imperium of Man (that is, eeking out an existence and no more historically noteworthy than grain of sand on a beach) if not for a run in with the criminal organization known as the Novus Oriens.
The Novus Oriens operates under the guise of a humanitarian organization helping the poorest and most downtrodden find support. I was a young impressionable teen, and myself and several others worked as their agents aboard The Hammer. We would seek out the most troubled and most in need, and arrange for them to meet with Orien contacts when we docked or went planet-side. I thought I was helping my people, but as it turns out I was dooming them. I came to discover the Novus Oriens was actually a slaving guild. I thought I was hoping people find work, shelter, and a better life, when I was actually condemning them to hard manual labor, brutal gladiatorial combat, and depraved sex slavery. I confronted them, and was rewarded with a thorough beating before they slaved me out.
I was shipped off to some forgotten backwater farm world where I was press-ganged into the army of some minor lord who felt he should control the planet’s agrarian wealth. Civil war waged across the planet, and I managed to survive and learn the basics of war. I most likely would have died there had the acting ruler not called upon the Imperium for reinforcements. They arrived in the form of a small Imperial Guard frigate, and much to my surprise, the Hammer of St Johnston. Apparently the captain at the time had been asked to assist the Imperial Navy since the ship was in the area. Needless to say I was overjoyed at this fortunate turn of events, so I quickly deserted my post and returned to my home.
Using the skills I had acquired planet side, I joined The Hammer’s security detail. Given that I had grown up on the ship and knew her every passage like the back of my hand, I excelled. I managed to eliminate all Novus Oriens agents from the ship, which made me a marked man to the organization. Being part of the security detail afforded me opportunities I had never previously dreamed of. I began to operate some of the ship’s systems, and found I excelled. I began to assist in firing the macrobatteries before I was able operate the ships augurs, a duty I still hold. Additionally, I soon discovered I was a natural pilot and after a series of skirmishes both in the void and inter-atmosphere, I was promoted to an Officer of the Hammer. I was even afforded the privilege of piloting the Hammer several times.
With the arrival of Captain Fortunis, I have been bestowed the honor of being a part of his bridge crew. Fortunis respects both my myriad range of skills and my connection to the lower crew, and often calls on me to be liaison to them. I still hold the title of Commander and occasionally take the helm, command the guns, or work the sensors when needed. I consider myself the unofficial first mate of the Hammer, though I trust in Fortunis’s judgment and command.

Jayne

The Grand Transverse of the Hammer MWDuo