Cutting his teeth as a fleet Logi during the Triglavian invasion, Lunch Plate made a few influential friends. The corporations he associated with all ended up either folding or being co-opted by larger consortiums that required extensive data collecting on corp member's actions and business. It didn't take him long to throw the "fuck off" card and start his own transport and exploration business.

Lunch Plate was quoted as saying "Yeah, SICO wants to know exactly all the shit I'm doing every minute of the day? If I spent 23 hours and 59 minutes of my day pounding my clown... they don't get to even see the other minute. Fuck those guys. I'll start my own shit and charge zero taxes."

Problem drinker, degerate gambler, and full time transporter, Lunch Plate is the CEO of David Lo Pan Imports. Lo Pan Imports ran afoul of a big name client early in business. He was charged with transporting a Blockade Runner sized shipment of breast implants for ostensible moral leader of Safety, Aiko Danuja when he was ambushed by her own alliance. Lunch Plate was able to escape in his pod but lost a 2.2B ISK shipment of cybernetic articulated breast implants of varying sizes.

One of the gankers was quoted after the ambush: "WTF? That ship was packed with tits and nothing else. Wait I know what this is. Oh no.... NO!"
The crew of gankers was sentenced to mine for tritanium for the foreseeable future. After losing that shipment, Lunch Plate vowed to never lose another.

Lunch Plate spends his time transporting and stealing valuable data and artifacts from faction and large corp backyards.
He specializes in small package delivery into or out of extremely dangerous places.