Backstory

Born into the choking dust of a forgotten frontier world, Maelen Vroeg spent the first three decades of his life as nothing more than a beast of burden. He worked unskilled heavy labor, serving as a porter and construction drone for local warlords, breaking his body for scraps. He learned a hard truth in the mud: the warrior holding the gun might command fear, but the man holding the rations commands life.

Desperate to escape the crushing anonymity of manual labor, he enlisted in the Red Sun Dominion 's auxiliary corps. He wasn't a fighter, but he possessed a ruthless cunning for resource management. When the Dominion sought volunteers for experimental cybernetic enhancement to improve administrative efficiency, Vroeg was the first to sign up. The surgery replaced his eyes and altered his temporal lobe, granting him perfect data recall at the cost of his natural sight and empathy.

He rose rapidly through the ranks, not by valor, but by "finding" supplies where others saw none. He now serves as a Major in the Dominion logistics division on Ioles . While he projects the persona of a boisterous, generous "Free Trader" who can get anything for anyone, this joviality is a mask. In reality, he hoards resources to create dependency. He manages the grim supply lines of Hydro-Complex Gamma, deciding who eats and who starves based on their utility to his personal climb for authority. He views the 'Harvest' laborers not as people, but as calories to be balanced in a spreadsheet.