• Name: Emilio Cortabel ("Milo")
• Age: 25
• Planet of Origin: Terra 4 "Federation Innovation Station"
• Sexuality: Male, sexually traumatized in captivity
• Social Class: Poor (beggar)
• Species: Homo sapien
• Occupation: Fledgling priest at cusp of recognition into full priesthood
• Talent: Foraging, stealth, obfuscation, healing

Milo was the older brother. He watched their father disappear behind bars and their mother cry herself to death like a widowed love bird. He raised his sister as best he could with stolen food and by doing odd jobs around the town. Milo's morality was shaped by his sister: anything that kept her safe and happy was good, and everything else could eat dirt.

Milo ran with a usual crew that included Molly, a girl too young to hold a knife; Drake, who was ambitious enough for three folks; Dylan, who was brilliant and intuitive enough that he eventually was sponsored for university; and Jonia, who had a surgeon's hands for locks and machines. He butt heads with Dylan in every job and saved their skin when their dreams blinded them of security and thugs. His place was that of the sneak thief. Milo worked well alone in the markets, lifting purses and creating scams, but he worked just as well in the group as an antithesis to every plan.

Then they raided the warehouse for a private contractor. Milo knew he shouldn't go in: too many windows and doors, too few clean escapes, and the alley outside was closed off with construction of the new rocket platform for the Federation. But, well, Molly was his sister's friend by now, and he had to take care of the fools. He hung back and watched the alley as the others raided the desk for plans, the gun cases, and endless gold.

Milo never knew how the Federation found out, but he could smell danger. He hid inside the staircase and held his breath. Through a mold mouse hole, he watched Molly panic and pulled her inside. She moved too much. As the drones rolled along, they heard Molly squirming in the woodwork and plucked Milo out.

He never went to the Federation Prison. Rather, he was relegated to the private prison legalized by a cash-strapped city. The Raiders tortured Milo in every way. He lived in shame and squalor for a year. A year of beatings and humiliation that drove him nearly mad.

A priest visited once a month to receive confession from the prisoners. Milo earned his friendship and escaped with him. He hid in the convent while private security searched. They didn't look far; a lost prisoner was not worth searching more than three days. When he was safe, Milo didn't leave. He continued to pray and seek safety in the church. He trained to follow his friend's footsteps.

A locked door. Free food. A dry bed. And an allowance for his sister. Milo was in paradise.

• Name: Catana Cortabel ("Cat")
• Age: 19
• Planet of Origin: Terra 4 "Federation Innovation Station"
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Social Class: Poor (beggar)
• Species: Homo sapien
• Occupation: Student of Underground Masters
• Talent: Handguns, Counterfeiting, Disguise, Deceit, Bargaining

Catana, Milo’s little sister, lived a life in the shadow of her brother. She was born with a powerful sense of fairness and justice that never dampened. When her dad was arrested, she defended her father through his arrest, trial, and sentence. She views the Federation as the personal bodyguards and assassins of the rich and corporations. She is loyal to a fault.

In her youth, Cat would pick fights with every bully she could find knowing Milo would finish the fight for her. She watched Milo lose a lot of fights, but sometimes he won and saved the day for those too weak to defend themselves. When Milo is arrested, Cat does everything in her power to save him. She almost is arrested trying to break into the prison and bribing anyone she thinks can help him.

Milo doesn't know that Cat convinced Father Prosper to save her brother. She knows her brother will do whatever he can to end her life of crime, but she cannot leave her friends in squalor while the powerful squish them. She chooses to continue forging documents for refugees, bribing officials to save people like her brother, and anything else she can do to make the world a better place.

• Name: Drake Flander
• Age: 29
• Planet of Origin: Terra 4 "Federation Innovation Station"
• Sexuality: Virile Heterosexual
• Social Class: Poor (beggar)
• Species: Homo sapien
• Occupation: Strongarm
• Talent: Navigating, Hand-to-hand combat, Survival, Intuition

Drake was the exception to the typical impoverished family. His father had been a middle-class teacher until he lost his job over teaching liberal topics like equallity and fairness. Drake grew up on stories of treasure, magical creatures with wings and scaly tails, of beautiful women of every color, of heroes who travel worlds and lakes and continents. He listened to bedtime stories long past the age it was appropriate, but he loved stories from his parents.

Drake dreams of leaving his tiny planet and its squalor to create his own story with beautiful women, treasure, and excitement. First he needs a space ship and a crew.

• Name: Nairobi Solari
• Age: 24
• Planet of Origin: Terra 4 "Federation Innovation Station"
• Sexuality: Lesbian
• Social Class: Poor (beggar)
• Species: Anthro Canid
• Occupation: Ex-Federation Mechanic
• Talent: Engineering, Mechanic

Nairobi lived most of her life as a slave to the Federation. Just as her father and two brothers before her, Nairobi was funneled through a system that sent young non-human beings from a basic education to the Federation workforce.

The Federation provided housing (“optional” but most had no choice, a room shared with 15 other workers), food (one meal a day), clothing (a jumpsuit, the Federation logo embroidered on the right chest) and a small paycheck for personal use.

This was in exchange for working various manual labor tasks. Some, such as her own father, worked in the mines collecting precious ores and material. Others, like Nairobi and her siblings, worked as mechanics helping build and fix Federation ships. Nairobi found a love for fixing the intricate machines, taking the extra time to understand how and why they worked so she could work faster, and smarter, alleviating some of the work for her less competent comrades.

The Federation recognized her skill early on, but instead of fostering the young woman’s ability they instead pushed her to her limits. She was separated from the group, and her siblings, and was sent to a different compound to work on classified Federation machinery (Ships, weapons, all of the above).

Here, she lived in a small cell shared with one other person, Jax. They quickly bonded, and vowed to work together to bust out and run far away from the Federation.

• Name: Tylos “Ty” Fleet
• Age: 27
• Planet of Origin: Terra 4
• Sexuality: Pansexual
• Social Class: Poor (beggar)
• Species: Homo Sapien
• Occupation: Performer, Thief
• Talent: Charismatic, Athletic, Flexible ;)

Ty has always loved to cause trouble. He grew up in an unremarkable family, with an older brother who was an overachiever. Ty acted out accordingly, choosing to drop out of school and bluff his way into a job. He bounced from one thing to the next, seeking adventure more than stability.

He has infiltrated a group of private contractor guards, in order to “fuck shit up” in the Federation. He just wants to buy some time and flirt with some ladies, before striking.

• Name: Jacquelyn “Jax” Dakar
• Age: 20
• Planet of Origin: Terra 4
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Social Class: Poor (beggar)
• Species: Homo Sapien
• Occupation: Thief, Ex-Fedration Mechanic
• Talent: Lockpicking, Mechanic, Pilot

Jax grew up an orphan, fending for herself at a young age and running with a group of other child scavengers. She learned how to pick locks and break into and steal cars by the age of 7, and by the time she hit her teens she was pulling off bigger heists and grand theft auto with a small team.

A year ago, in an attempt to rob a locked warehouse, Jax accidentally tripped a silent alarm system and her squad was quickly captured. They were split among the Federation workforce, most to the mines, but since Jax had broken into a piece of their equipment, they sent her directly to the classified hangar.

When she met Nairobi, Jax was in awe of what she could do. Not only could she fix something, she had the most beautiful solution to the probleM. She knew she had finally met someone who could help her break out, and maybe even help her steal a lot of money when they did.