Once a syndicate pirate operating out on the fringes of core space, the course of Maya's life changed completely when rumours of a legendary score, a sealed bunker home to a wealth of SecComm tech and research , turned out to be a waking nightmare that left her whole team dead and reams of foreign data burned into her brainstem. She escaped that pit at the helm of a frame but damned herself in the process. Union came knocking, stripped her of all her ill-gotten gains and eventually offered an ultimatum: serve in the cockpit or serve hard time. It wasn’t much of a choice, but at least it was a choice.

Standing slightly above average height, toned and broad-shouldered, Maya carries herself with an air that swings between easy confidence and badly itching for a fight. Her arms are wreathed in blocky tattoos that stretch from her fingers all the way around to her upper back, though all too often they go covered by an ill-fitting leather jacket that hangs loosely off her frame. Maya's one for heavy combat boots and dark, cheap and easily replaceable clothing that inevitably ends up covered in oil stains or worse. She's the sort of person who puts infinitely more thought into keeping her hair, guns and frame in order than she does to being generally presentable.

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Life’s Too Short is a divergent model of ISP-N’s Störtebecker, owing more to Anton Industries' Hades than the Raleigh for its foundation. While it shares the Störtebecker’s general silhouette it lacks the distinctive four-arm configuration, and between its skull mask and rib-like sloped plates its aspect is more that of the Reaper than a hunter. It stands testament to its name: a harbinger of swift endings.