"Names Jack. Captain of the "Crackerjack" and her crew and I'm a very simple man with a very dream... TO BECOME THE RICHEST AND THE MOST POWERFUL CRIME BOSS IN THE ENTIRE FUCKIN GALAXY!..." The man says, wildly flailing his arms though the air. The man instantly freezes for a moment then recomposing himself "Ahem... now you may say that my dream is ridiculous... but it's my dream. So I ask you... Do you want to come with me?... And make all of are dreams come true." The strange man says with a wicked grin across his face.'"seeking a life of scum and villainy full of degenerates ruffians? Look no further than the crew of the Crackerjack. We promise a life of adventure and only a 43% mortality rate. We are a completely legitimate group of independent traders and merchant seeking to find new business opportunities." Page 4 of the section 2 of the Crackerjack charter. "Listen kid we're a bunch of smugglers and gun runners. We sell to both side for the most profit. And i'll let you in on a little secret kid... Whenever the rebellion needs something they ask guys like us. If the rebels got caught with this stuff there would be all out war... That's why they use people like us. Middlemen. Completely independent with no direct connection to the rebels." "Rival companies may intrude on our business ventures. Handle any and all threats to the Crackerjack Company with extreme prejudice.". Page 7 section 1 subtitle dealing with competition of the Crackerjack charter. "Translation kill anyone or anything that gets in the way of a job... or makes fun of our awesome name. This galaxy is filled with gangs and crime families we can't back down from a fight no matter how outgunned or outnumbered."