He shakes his head dismissively, "Eh, well then I'm going to tell you anyways. I was raised on the backworld planet of Achronus, it's somewhere in the Outer Rim of the Tingel Arm. Anyways, like any planet so far away from the fractured government systems rising to power in the Core, we were left in sheer anarchy. Complete, lawless, anarchy. I escaped the early violence, but it was inevitable that it would eventually reach me, and so it did. I was just a kid when my parents were shot in front of me by lawless savages, these slaves to a mad dictator who claimed half the planet for his own. I was shot in the shoulder, a lucky miss, but the tendons the bullet severed led to the complete loss of my arm. As I lay there, bleeding out, I wondered when the hero was going to come and push those men back. That this wasn't real, that suddenly he would find a way to save my mother, and father, and the thousands of others that died that day." Bitterly, he began rotating his arm at the shoulder, spinning it around like a drill. "But it wasn't a goddamn story, and I got off the planet as a slave to a merchant who found me there. I escaped eventually, and the newly fledged Galactic Federation took me in. They gave me this arm, in the hope that I could become the hero that I so desperately needed a decade earlier. That I would never stand by when there were helpless people suffering. I-I..." For a second he becomes overcome with emotion, but he ever risky recollects himself, "I'll never be that hero. It's not who I am, or who I ever will be. But you and I, Jupiter, are going to find the man that is everything that I can't be." Suddenly, he sounds exactly as he did when he had the mock barrel pressed to your back "When we reach the system, I'm getting a fake ID, I'll refuel the ship, and then we'll head for these coordinates." He swipes something on his tac-pad, and it appears on the ship's nav-computer.