Gunner Reslo
THE Gunner Reslo! Once a rising star on Solaris, a contemporary of the Legend Killer himself, he answered Ol' Max Liao's call for gladiators of the finest caliber to fight for the title of "Peerless Supreming Better Champion" (something seemed a little lost in the Cantonese translation, but what the heck) on his shiny new game world of Westerhand. Once there he quickly rose in the lists until that vaunted and slightly confusing title was within his grasp! He was preparing for the final match that would win it ALL for him...
Coincidentally and in a serious case of really BAD timing, that was the week Hans Davion & Melissa Steiner decided to say "I do".
And they did.
And all hell broke loose in the CapCon. It was a bad time to be a citizen of the Confederation. It was an even worse time to be a expatriate of the Federated Suns IN the Confederation. All the hard earned titles, honours, and credentials Gunner had fought for and been awarded were either stripped away or simply ignored. More important, if not for some foresight, his nascent fortune might have been annexed and (ahaha) shanghaied by Capellan 'Tax Auditors'.
Life was becoming difficult for Reslo. Avoiding said 'Auditors', who seemed to be strangely preoccupied with making it their business to know where he was, was now his full time occupation. Suspecting that his followers, be they the Maskirovka or the local Tongs interested in his personal fortune, were tightening their noose, Gunner managed to sell his beloved customized Warhammer at a huge loss to a sympathetic fellow gladiator from the Free Worlds League and then went into hiding. He posed as one of the Capellan non-citizen Servitors and picked up work at the spaceport on the janitorial staff. Leaving a trail of sparkling lavatories behind him, he eventually talked his way onto a dropship (Cleaning out the waste recyclers of a Union is a job for only the very bravest souls and the olfactorily challenged. Or the desperate. As there is always a general paucity of volunteer dropship sanitation engineers he had little problem landing a position) bound for St. Ives. Once there he melted into the background population of 'Zona for several years.
Gunner's unlooked for emancipation came as a surprise - the secession of St. Ives from the Capellan Confederation. Finally able to declare his identity (and claim the remnants of his fortune from the Comstar Credit Union) he turned his back on the custodial arts and intends to clean a urinal bowl never again.
When the Fourth Succession War subsided he managed to buy an Ostroc OSR-2C crippled in the fighting. Slight adjustments for the ruined Fuersturm-C large class laser in the left torso had to be made. Lacking a suitable replacement he found a pair of cheap... ahem... economically priced Holly LRM-5 launchers on the local St. Ives black market and mounted them along with a single ammo bin.
With an eye to making his way back to Solaris he has signed on with a series of small mercenary companies (The Gray Panthers, The 'Ins-n-Outs', The Deathwish Drangs, and more of that ilk) that never seemed to pay off or even take him in the direction of Solaris. He now finds himself on the world of Fallon II. (Is this place even ON the Googleplex Star Atlas? Huh? We're in the Fed Suns? Really?) Money is getting tight. What is a very nearly 'Peerless Supreming Better Champ' and down on his luck mercenary mechwarrior to do?