Backstory

Born into the crushing gravity of a high-G industrial world lost to the silence, Garran spent the first thirty years of his life as a 'hull-rat'—unskilled labor tasked with scraping barnacles and welding patches onto starship exteriors in vacuum. He has no seminary training, no holy book, and no connection to the established faiths of the Core Worlds. His 'ordination' occurred during a catastrophic hull breach on a freighter drifting through the Azure Drift; trapped in an airlock for six days with dwindling oxygen, he claims the Void spoke to him not with malice, but with a cold, absolute truth.

He eventually drifted to The Spire of Dividends on Encarys. There, amidst the squalor of Floor 1: The Lobby, he found his flock among the 'Permanent Interns.' He preaches a theology of 'Structural Integrity'—the belief that the soul, like a ship, must be patched and pressurized to survive the universe. He is deeply suspicious of the shiny, high-tech promises of the Red Sun Dominion, viewing their order as a facade that hides the entropy underneath. He performs funerals for those taken by the jungle or the debt-collectors, often recycling their gear as 'tithes' to keep the living survivors breathing.