Name: Heron `Tool' van der Sluijs

Appearance:
http://simon.a-oben.org/pages/thinkermuscles.jpg
with an old uniform and a bucket of grease

Engineering 
Resolve 

    Athletics  
    Bureaucracy

        Rapport 
        Blaster Weapons

            Might 
            Alertness 
            Primitive Weapons

                Science 
                Vehicles
                Socializing
                Endurance 
                Stealth 

Aspects:                          Boons:
--------                          ------
`Look momma no hands'             Telekinesis
`Holy crap look at his muscles!'  use athletics instead of rapport for superficial targets
`Are you sure?'                   pessimistic, +1 on any skill when checking somebody elses solution to a problem
Nerd                              +2 bonus on science or engineering for complicated problems
Victorinox                        no penalties for field engineering

Heron van der Sluijs was born $29_years_ago as son of Anna and Joris van der Sluijs. His father Joris was a professor of physics working on next generation hyperdrives at the imperial research colony on Katema Two. Where his mother Anna van der Sluijs, M.D. worked as staff psychiatrist. Since children are not allowed on the station he was raised by his grandfather Sjors in the closest solar system in the DMZ. His grandfather, a retired fighter pilot fed young Heron story after story about the war and the good old days and convinced him to join when he turned 16.

The genetic treatment as a fetus had given him excellent physique and he breezed through basic training but he hit a wall when trying to apply for special forces. His parents, concerned about his well being and having an academic carrer in mind for him used their pull within the empire to get him rejected repeatedly. He ended up studying at the service academy and becoming a very respected engineer. At age 25 an offer to head up one of the engineering teams on the largest imperial carrier was extended to him but was retracted at the last moment. He took a position on a respectable imperial transport as head of engineering since that is the only thing his parents would not object to. 

After some changes in supply lines the transport ended up servicing some very remote areas of the empire, a fact his parents could not have been unhappier about. They had made sure the ship he was serving on would never get anywhere precarious and Heron had never seen any fighting. He meets a young man in the bar of space dock and the two spend a heated night together. When the young man turns out to be a smuggler for the rebels he takes half a year leave of his position and disappears with him. He still holds the rank of Lt. Commander and is supposed to report back for duty in little more than a month.