If there is one thing in life I cannot stand, it is my given name, Zealeb. My psychotic mother, Zealem, saw fit to give me a name “in her image.” Her words, not mine. That, alone, is enough to make sure we are currently not on speaking terms. One thing we have in common, though, it is our love of credits.
Being a Bounty Hunter is something instilled from youth. Not because Zealem necessarily tried to steer me down that path, but rather because she would kill anybody for any reason whatsoever, and for the money. But, you see, she is a Sith, and thus adheres to some kind of moral code of the strong rule the weak. It would be a lie to say that I don’t live by that code; I do so not because I subscribe to some outdated belief system or because the next Darth tells me to. It would also be a lie to say I don’t live by this code because of my mother. It is something she’s instilled in me since I came out of her womb. The difference between her and I is she lived by the code because she is Sith. I live by the code because it is simply the natural course of things. Nobody needs to tell me the reality of the world - it is evident in the power of my blaster!
I knew that as a bounty hunter, I would have certain advantages in getting contracts with my surname, Stiegl. While I used this to my advantage during my formative years, I knew a time would come when my name wouldn’t mean anything. Only blaster skills and the strength would protect me. This day come sooner than I expected when I met Braden on the planet Hutt.