…. Having recently joined the Moritat, Mason begins his journey around the galaxy, picking up some experience and honing his skills. Some 6 months after his journey began, he found himself working as a bodyguard for a local street doc in a lower-middle hive sector. One night, while the boss was sipping recaf in a local shit hole, a couple of roughs began getting rowdy with one of the waitresses. Onlookers sat and went about their business while the gangers had their fun at the poor girl’s expense, tripping her to make her spill drinks and hooting out catcalls.

Finally unable to stomach anymore, Mason rose from his seat and approached the trio of gangers. As his boss protested behind him, Mason hefted a large bottle of Slur, and brought it down on the biggest gangers head, splitting his skull like an over-ripe melon. A brawl broke out, and one of the gangers flashed steel. Mason received 3 deep cuts as the brute worked with brutal efficiency. With a well timed punch, he broke the ganger’s nose, showering the third ruffian with blood.

The third tough, who wasn’t acting so tough anymore, began to backpeddle and spout off how he was the son of a noble, and he could give Mason money to let him go. Mason heard none of it however, and advanced on the clod with deadly intentions.

The PDFs came the next morning and arrested him on sight. He was sentenced and found guilty in less than an hour, and shipped off to the Penal Legion to pay back his debt to society. Rodrigo Gutierez, the bastard son of a noble man, recovered thanks to some quick work on the part of the street doc, but due to the gelding that Mason gave him, he was unable to sire another…..