Jack Sparrow
Captain
Jack took a pull from the proffered bottle. "Ah, well, Miss Katarine, that is a tale that spans systems. A tale of greed and betrayal, adventure and madness." He paused to look out the forward view screen. "But mostly, it's a tale of adventure." He smiled. "It's the age-old story, really. Boy runs away with pirates, turns guns on own family, gets rich by theft rather than inheritance, then proceeds to rape, pillage and plunder his guts out." He passed the bottle back to Kat. "Now it's your turn. What makes a lovely young lady run away to join a mystical order and wave a glowing stick of death around in the name of some ephemerally ancient code about avoiding anger and attachment and using your brain to lift things instead of acting in your own self-interest?"