Name: Cash Clark

Is a craftsman an artist? That is a question Cash Clark never asked himself. He didn’t care what people called him. He only cared about one thing: order. He was born into chaos in the middle of the Uprising Factions period (year 3067-3091). As a pup, he was moved from place to place as his parents fled the conflict. His life was filled with uncertainty and worry, as events far beyond his control toyed with him. Where would he be next year, would he even still be, were the kinds of questions that filled his stress-filled sleepless nights.

When the war ended, he took a job in a nearby factory to help his family rebuild. He fell in love with his work immediately. It wasn’t because of what they built, state-of-the-art luxury spaceships. It was how they built them. Hundreds of employees worked in perfect harmony, seemingly with one mind. Everyone knew exactly what their role was and focused on perfecting it. Cash, who had spent his childhood lost in uncertainty, found bliss in this organized system. He knew what he was to do, he knew what they were doing, and he knew that wouldn’t change.

This absolute passion for his job served him well, and years later, he found himself as a factory manager. His days were spent joyfully perfecting the organization of everything they did. Unfortunately, one day he was hit with his greatest nightmare, a surprise. The higher-ups had accepted a new contract. They would no longer be making private ships for the rich. They had a new contract, who wanted warships for their militia. He would need to change their entire workflow, bring in new experts, and say goodbye to old experts. His familiar loved system was changing completely. He debated quitting to escape the change, though he realized quitting would be an even bigger change.

He had no choice. He accepted his fate and prepared to build a new perfect organized system.