The life of a spy can be plum crazy at times. The life of a double-agent ain’t much of a life at all. Mayhew W. Abignale the third was one of these crazy lifeless types. He worked primarily for the Alliance, startin’ off by infiltratin’ organized crime on Londinum. When the war started, he used his underworld contacts to infiltrate the Browncoats as an agent. The Browncoats were run like a piece of chaos, so moving information around wasn’t much of a problem.

Nearing the end of the war, Abignale had learned a hard lesson about Alliance politics and strategy. Where everything the Browncoats did was swarmin’ in courage and nobility, everything the Alliance did seemed twisted and underhanded. Typically you’d think this would fit right in with the life of a spy, but watchin’ the innocents being slaughtered by the thousands and havin’ to personally “remove from power” Alliance stalwarts who simply did not agree full-on with the ideals of Parliament, tended to grate on his sense of morality.

Knowin’ the war was over, Mayhew did what he could to help the Browncoats. It weren’t much, but he figured he saved a few hundred folk with less than accurate information for bombing raids and the like. In the end, it was Mayhew who used his role to make sure the right people got hold of the right people to facilitate peace. He just couldn’t take any more of the senseless killin’.

After the war, Abignale figured life was better playing the game like he used to, so again he used his underground contacts on Londinum to infiltrate organized crime on the border planet Ezra. He had stumbled into a world of hurt, as Ezra was being “managed” by a ba wong named Niska.

Abignale never had personal dealin’s with Niska, but he knew never to cross him. Once a job went sour, you watched your back. Most people on Azra were pretty twitchy anyway, but one screw up with Niska and you suffered.

Mayhew facilitated the demise of a number of Niska’s lieutenants. It was easy enough. Plant a little evidence and Niska took care of the rest. The heat got a bit much and Abignale found himself gettin’ jumpy at everything that moved or breathed. Paranoid as all get out, he faked his death, and hopped cargo back to the core.

Back on Londinum, the military dubbed him “not fit for service” and activated his pension. He needed to get off-world ‘cause he was too well known there, and he wanted nothing more to do with his old life. He headed out to Beylix, and took to makin’ metal sculptures as art to help calm his addled mind, but the art was mostly crap which only infuriated Abignale more. Plus he never really felt safe with all the scavengers that mucked about the planet. He’d be better off workin’ as a crew on a ship off-world.

‘Bout that time he stumbled on a crazy old Alliance pilot who was hell bent on retro-fitting an old freighter. The guy had a stone-cold stare that strangely inspired confidence in Mayhew. This would-be captain, who went by the name “Mad Art”, liked the idea of having security on his new ship… something about Reavers or the boogy man or some such. Mayhew didn’t care. He new security and the Cap was willin’. He got the job.