Son of a miner, Jones was pushed into the family business. He was never completely satisfied with the lifestyle. So lonely in the far flung asteroid belts, never respected. After spending time in the Navy Academy, Jones learned the value of order and discipline, and the effectiveness of violence when its applied judiciously. But, in the end, the call of the solitary rocks floating in space, along with the time for solitary contemplation, won out...

Perhaps, from time to time, father does know best.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous. - Henry Adams

I'm not bad, and not evil, but just fair