My homeworld was destroyed by a plague of genetically engineered mutant crab-monkeys when I was only an infant. The crab-monkey Chieftan rescued me believing me to be the reincarnation of his uncle Jo Jo becuase of the banana shaped birthmark on my left buttock. He raised me as his own child on a small asteroid colony in deep space.

By the time I was old enough to scuttle I had already learned the art of flinging my own dung and picking up bananas with my feet. Sadly, my claws were never sharp enough to crack open a coconut. After much teasing and rude gestures from the other crab-monkeys, I realised that I did not belong.

My destiny was out among the stars, not picking fleas out of the armpit of some hideous clawed primate. I used an old subspace tranceiver to make contact with a passing miner who agreed to give me a lift to the nearest station in exchange for the shield pass codes of the asteroid colony.