Name: Bart Burl

A simple moose lived a simple life filled with simple pleasures. Bart Burl was that moose. Growing up, he’d only one wish. To see the galaxy. When he graduated, far from the top of his class, he got a job that made his dreams come true, space transport pilot. He didn’t make a lot, but he didn’t care. If he was rich, he’d have spent his riches traveling. All he did was travel for work, so he didn’t need the credits.

He’d seen the galaxy up and down, traveling back and forth through every sector. After seeing so much of the galaxy, he gave himself a goal, to visit every last colonized planet known. He quickly crossed planet after planet off his list with a smile. Now, years later, he was close to retirement and even closer to completing his list. There was only one planet left to see. The infamous crime infested Devilles. His employer was a reputable conglomerate that did business galaxy-wide while avoiding Devilles like the plague.

The day of his retirement came, and he decided to accept a near-perfect score. He had handed in his keys and was preparing to buy his ticket home when a mysterious figure found him with a tantalizing request. A very wealthy individual on Devilles had ordered dozens of spaceships and needed prompt delivery. They needed extra drivers to help transport them and somehow knew he had the skills and the availability. Bart Burl was very cautious about his potential employer and even more cautious later when he noticed what looked like weapons being loaded onto the ships.

But he wasn’t going to let a little caution stop him from one hundred percenting his bucket list.