Captain of bad decisions, purveyor of questionable cargo, and certified expert in space shortcuts that are always slightly too close to sun-sized objects. If there’s a low-risk, high-reward deal to be had, Dren Solo will find it... and probably figure out how to mess it up in spectacular fashion.

Once a promising pilot with dreams of grandeur, Dren realized that the whole “honest work” thing wasn’t exactly for him. Instead, he’s opted for a lifestyle that mostly consists of space piracy, questionable alliances, and an unbreakable habit of attempting to park his Coercer like it’s an oversized shuttle.

In his free time, Dren enjoys:

-Long walks on asteroid belts,
-Accidentally mining Pyroxeres when he meant to go for Plagioclase,
-And charming the space boots off anyone who’s willing to listen to his story about that one time he almost outsmarted a battleship.

Word on the space lanes is that he’s currently on a personal quest to discover the secret recipe for Quafe, mostly so he can sell it to the highest bidder (or maybe just keep it for himself—he hasn’t decided yet).

If you see him flying by, feel free to say hello—or better yet, buy him a drink and ask him about the time he tried to fit a Retriever with a cloaking device and somehow managed to accidentally decloak in front of CONCORD. It’s a tale as old as time, and yes, he’ll tell it anyway.