Redout/Nate

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Background

Nate died on Earth during the fall, but was among the lucky handful to get scooped up in the rescue efforts. Having nothing in the way of higher education, Nate was sitting pretty at the bottom of the list to get sleeved before a few strangers contacted him out of the blue. He got his body, but the cost was steep. The men giving him a second chance new about his history as a professional fighter back on earth and they were in need of fresh meat to throw in the ring. Billed as the rookie upstart, Nate swung his way through the crowd again and again. Even in a day and age of simulation and virtual reality, the visceral appeal of genuine blood shed is alive and well. He won some, lost a few but managed to get his odds tight as the end of his contract neared. His manager had been selling XP recordings of his fights on the side too, and their success got him in good with his new employers. People paid good money for a chance to experience the euphoria following a hard win and something about Nate's personality kept people coming back for more. However, he'd always just been a pawn in the game and when his time was nearly up the syndicate approached him about taking care of the fine print. Throw the fight for the new rookie being brought in, and he'd be a free man. It didn't take Nate long to make his choice. He'd had a damn hard job, and this was probably as easy as it would ever get. Most folks never got out of their contracts, so he didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Nate tossed the towel in after taking a beating for two rounds and hitting the mat four times. It wasn't exactly Wepner vs. Ali, but he did the job. That was it, they signed over the rights to his body without a word right after the fight. Since then he's tried to live a more peaceful life on Mars, but for a guy with skills like Nate, the money just doesn't lead to tranquility.