My name is Jahn Rax. A lot of people pronounce it “Yon”, but in my family it’s just “John” but spelled pretentiously. I’m an archaeologist by training. As it turns out, archaeology school dropouts aren’t in high demand in the archaeology biz, and thus I’ve been forced to find other employment in this big, wide, dangerous Imperium. I work for a company called Outcomes Unlimited. They send me out with teams of other misfits and weirdos to solve problems no sane person with better options would even consider.

To look at me you might think I am ill-suited to this kind of work. You see, I’m what some would call a squirt. I stopped growing at 1.57 meters high, and I tip the scales at 45kg. I’m a skinny little dude with slighly below average dexterity, though I am actually pretty healthy.

What I didn’t get in the brawn department, however, went all into brains. I’m smart. After testing, they told me I’m smarter than about 98% of humans. So that’s pretty good, in case you’re not good with numbers. It’s smart enought to have gotten me through a lot of education. It’s also smart enough that once I’ve learned the basics of something I’m usually ready to move on to the next thing. For example, after completing some fairly basic computer training I found I was better with computers than, well, people who’ve spent years and years working with them. I’m also really good with modern achaeology tools, like drones and other remotes.

So while my pipsqueak body makes me appear to be an unlikely candidate for sort of a mercenary problem-solver, hey, I know my strengths and try to stick to them. In other words, when a fight breaks out I prefer not to be in it. I’d rather have a drone in it, while I sit at a comfortable console, miles away, with a cup of hot coffee and some comfy slippers on my feet. But I don’t always get what I’d want.

At any rate I thought I should document my activities with Outcomes Unlimited. There is a non-zero probability that I will go to the Big Dig in the Sky on one of these missions. Just how non-zero remains to be determined. Until then, well, whoever finds this journal on my tablet, just enjoy the tales…

JR