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| Name
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Zennith Moss
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| Age
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42
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| Homeworld
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Midway
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| Affiliation
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DSD
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| Role
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Engineer
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| Status
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PC (Active)
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| @PCs
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PC
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He grew up with somewhat of a silver spoon. Great classical education - history, art, music, culture, mathematics, physics, engineering, the works. He got a nice white collar job doing R&D from a big military contractor. Years of giving them his best only to have them copyright the technology and pass him over for promotions made him more and more frustrated until he finally went out on his own - working on guns, ships, vehicles, or anything else that could be tinkered on in the grey market for anyone who could pay. Eventually he got a reasonable amount of notoriety for having some unique kit that could fetch a pretty penny - something that attracted the attention of a gunrunner known as Calista Beaumont. When Calista struck, instead of just robbing Zennith, they determined they'd be better off working together - and that is when their bonnie and clyde-esque relationship began. Now they find themselves aboard the Exeter(?) with Tulk and AJ where they smuggle, salvage, invent, or whatever is needed to keep them afloat.
