Logan "Nine" Sweet

Logan Sweet was born in the dwindling years of the Space Colonialism era, brought up as the fog of the Age of Stagnation began to set in.

## Appearance

Logan is tall, but has a lanky appearance that belies his height. He is well muscled due to his physical lifestyle, but slowed by years of substance abuse and drinking. He can almost always be seen in cargo pants, combat boots, and a tank top. His belt is always laden with tools and gadgets. Covering his exposed skin from his neck down are a hundred tattoos of various shapes and sizes gathered throughout his life.

Jovial and cheeky dispite his troubled side, Logan usually wears a lopsided grin and the mocking-but-friendly eyes of a jester.

## History

On the rim world of Anstati, there are the "haves" and the "have nots". Logan learned early in his life that he was well and truly a "have not".

Determined to prove himself however, he worked hard and learned from the kindly souls trapped in the lower eschelons of society how to build, create, and tinker. He built his confidence as he built his machines, and became an adept hand at fixing or improving whatever mechanical device was put in front of him. Cheered on by the few friends he had made among the serfs of his home city, Logan made up his mind to become more than what he had been given.

Despite his lofty dreams, Logan was denied entry to the engineer's exam at the Anstatan Academy of Engineering no less than thirteen times. Not one to take a hit lying down, he made a name for himself among his people and landed a job as a mechanic for the Canaries.

Much like the literal caged birds of old carried into mines to be the first to suffocate when conditions got bad, the Canaries were the most expendable of bodies sent into hostile situations to either forge a path for their betters or die trying. Logan fit right in, and the Canaries' mechanics division gradually earned a reputation as guerilla fixer-uppers, rushing in where nobody else would and repairing machines that saved lives or ended them in the name of the Anstatan elite.

This was not to last of course, and after a particularly casualty-ridden mission into a military facility with haywire defences, the Canaries' mechanics divison was all but disbanded. Now only a few drug addicted souls called upon to fix valves after gas eruptions or knee joints on unstable military droids, Logan's brethren were a shadow of what they were before; a shadow of a shadow.

In the present day, Logan is a war veteran of a war that never happened. The fog of substance addiction clouds his past troubles, and whatever pain he holds onto is hidden behind a cutting wit and a friendly smile.

## Augmentations

Logan's left arm has been entirely replaced by an advanced prosthesis from just above the elbow. Along with the regular function of an arm, this upgrade features multiple storage compartments, hidden tools, and a hydraulic forearm that Logan uses as a sledgehammer. Should the need arise, it also has the capacity to deliver a jaw-shattering uppercut.

In addition to his arm, Logan makes use of various tools and devices which help him make and repair, as well as gather information to stay on top of current events. Among these tools is a small, buzzing drone with a rudimentary AI called Point-Nine that Logan dispatches like a surveillance drone.

Critical to Logan's kit is his gas mask. After exposure to a toxic gas leak on one of his missions as a Canary, Logan's lungs were permanently damaged and susceptible to even mildly polluted air. The damage was not extensive enough to force Logan to wear his mask all the time, but it was enough to cause breathing difficulties should he choose to leave it off around tainted air.