My name is a joke.

IF you read French, know the surname of my closest friends, and watch what I do, you'll get it.

I prefer to remain anonymous.

I decided to give up pro wrestling and attend the Naval Academy when I knew my buddy Pierre could buy me out of the usual military hitch that follows graduation.

His brother, Etienne, has been doing well as a capsule pilot so Pierre, the other brother, Martin, and I are launching ourselves in interstellar exploits in order to join Etienne and his corporation.

I had my fill of blowing things up in my academy days. It was fun while it lasted. I like hauling, loud punk music and fat pay cheques. Though this capsule goo and the cloning is kind of funky.