Some say he can recite the entire Leestian alphabet with one hand tied behind his back. Others that he once out drank a Bothan Swamp Ferret at the annual Eranin Galactic Pie Eaters Tournament while balancing a potato on his head.
All we know is… he’s called Malcolm Washburne.
Mal, as he’s affectionately called, is the head of security for Na’Ama Wing Deep Space Exploration & Logistics and takes his work very seriously indeed. So much so in fact that he can often be found making security sweeps of every single bar in a system for… er.. bugs.
He grew up on the Emparidian salt flats of Epsilon Ursa Majoris A4, a pokey moon whose only redeeming feature is a planet wide salt flat. Mal soon developed a taste for shooting things when a herd of Pot Bellied Tree Donkeys stole his beloved 5 wheeled tricycle at the age of 3. Since then Mal manifests an extreme dislike of Pot Bellied Tree Donkies and will kill any on sight.
After graduating with his Elite Pilots Federation star ship commanders license Mal was soon offered work for the Hobgoblin beer company transporting shipments of Ale from Earth to Lave but was fired on his first run before he even left the star port after punching the load master in the face for refusing to let him sample the load for quality assurance purposes.
Mal likes zero G cricket, potato carving and murdering Pot Bellied Tree Donkeys.
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