Editing Foxtrot (section)

=Background=
*Kettu to her family, but now going by the name of Foxtrot.

Born on a bad ass Mangrove world, deep within the Terran Federation, Foxtrot was just a kid when the fall came, killing her immediate family and destroying everything she knew.  Saved by her Uncle and his ship, that luckily ran on Imperial protocols, she 
escaped to what was to become the Zone…...
A life of scavenging, smuggling and violence ensued, hopping from one small enclave  to another. Her Uncle died and crews came and went, relationships and fortunes were made and lost over night, all hardening the already tough woman into who she is today. 
A daily game of cat and mouse was acted out with the Federation authorities, as they did their best to curb her and her associates excursions into forbidden space…..Eventually her luck run out and the Space patrol cornered her one fatal day. Looking at a long stretch in jail she was surprised when her cell door opened and in came FERA to offer her a choice: A prison hulk or a chance to share her skills for the better good.

What's a girl to do with choices like that? Least the uniform looked good.

Small and lithe, dark skinned with branded cheeks and emerald green eyes, Foxtrot is tough, callous and good at what she does, which is a bit of everything thanks to her life on the edge. So far there's been nothing she can't turn her hand too…..So far. Double crossing, cheating and extreme violence have been her daily bread for as long as she can remember, so don't expect her to trust anyone else, let alone you. 

FERA: It's a home, better than prison and she's liking what she's seeing. Good grub, professional crews and the promise of steady pay. Damn their ship is nice.... She feels mighty good behind the Con, giving orders to shiny folk.....