The year is 2501, the beginning of a new Century, and it has been almost 300 years since the UCC have rose to power. They brought about the terraforming of new planets, forming hundreds of colonies over countless planets. The Universal Command Corps grew strong and many in numbers and slowly they took over each planet and acted as the new law enforcers. They were in control and they made sure that their presence was felt by all. Governments quickly became overthrown and strife with corruption as they shouldered their way in. The UCC began dividing the poor and the wealthy in a attempt to create their own Utopia in the central cities, their own little piece of paradise. The rich would flourish and prosper while the working class would suffer and live in poverty.
The smaller hubs of the working class prospered and grew taking on their own form of society, culture and gangs. Many of these smaller cities created their own hierarchies of guilds and gangs. Joining one of these guilds would mean to go against the UCC and to become a target till the day that you died.
The Den of Thieves, The Alliance of Hunters, The Shades and The Resurrected. These were the collection of guilds that had formed after the divide. These guilds were the type of places that if you needed something done quickly and quietly, that wasn't on the right side of the law, you would find all the resources you needed. Any one of these guilds would teach any willing soul how to stalk their prey, to go in for the killing blow and to collect the bounty on their head. They would train the youngest of children how to pickpocket and steal without being detected. However, the most prestigious guild was the Alliance of Hunters and they would take the brightest and best to train in the art of becoming a hunter. They would take boys and girls and give them years of training to become hone their craft and to perfect that art of killing. Anyone from the Alliance of Hunters could easily be called finest assassins of the verse. Only a few select assassins would survive past the muscle for hire stage but those who did would claim the title of Bounty Hunter.
As a boy I was cast out by my mother and father for being different from the rest. I would always ask the wrong questions and could never understand why we had separated from the poor. I believed that we should have helped them and it was 'heretical' views that brought shame on my family so I was abandoned and sent to the slums to fight for myself. Growing up in a city where slave trafficking, prostitution and murder are a daily occurrence I quickly learned how to surive, how to steal, to live in the shadows and how to fight for for my life. After a few years of living in those conditions I had build somewhat of a reputation for myself among a few of the guilds. I guess this served me well as just after my 17th birthday I was tracked down by the Alliance of Hunters wanting me to become a bounty hunter. Seven grueling years later I had finally made a name for myself as a bounty hunter and I had my own ship, my own armour and guns and had a list of contacts for 'business' contracts.
The irony is that the very same people who cast me out, who abandoned me were now those who were hiring my services. As long as the paycheck is worth it then I only need to ask one question, the name of my target. My work may be grim and bloody but as long as there are at least two people left on this planet someone will want someone else dead.
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