HowLec Conu is an Assassin and Occupational Companion in the space port city of Mos Eisley. Inter-galactic bounty hunting and living a life of discretion as a high-society courtesan licensed by the Union of Allied Planets. In Alliance society, Companions are part of the social elite, often accompanying the wealthy and powerful. They have considerable ritual and ceremony surrounding their services, which appear to extend beyond sex to nurturing psychological and emotional well-being.

Bounty and Booty are his business, and business has been very, very good, to him. He gets what he wants and thanks, he'll have yours, too. People keeping his company are aware of his pioneering attitude and penchant for playing a mystical wired instrument he acquired in a raid on the alien Priests of the Temples of Syrinx.

HowLec recalled his find. "I entered the chamber of the Hallows, and it lie there as in wait for me...I approached it cautiously, I reached out with just slight hesitance, (It's pronounced Von Frankenstein, I heard it echo in my mind) I then softened my raised sense of alert, and I picked it up in a cradle manner, and was amazed at what I felt in my hands. I caressed it lightly its naked soft neck in my left hand, and as I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I couldn’t wait to tell the priests about it! But those fuckers had other buggary in mind.

"I took my find and made fast report to the Council. I played that which was inspired by my find, and in the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Head Demeritizer rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall…”

“ Words of outright rejection, quiet and loudly proclaimed - rejection most bitter and violent! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Head Demeritizer ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet…”

I built another, VonFrankenstein he lives, forever." This indulgence in a dogmatic devotion to the thing called music is all that is important to HowLec. It's all that matters. But bills must be paid...

Now, being industrious and having many varied interests, both commercially legitimate and otherwise, its whispered among envious vermin that he ran into inevitable cash flow issues for man of his expensive tastes and need to be on the move. This magic doesn't happen without effort and great expense, because in the end, it doesn't matter if a guy like this wins or loses, as long as he looks good doing it.

He likes to talk, and he went on, "At present, I make no pretense of my motive, its all about the money, it's the money. I made some choices that I later regretted. I had an issue with holding and folding, enough to fill your space cowboy's boots with very high and compromising levels of debt obligation. I'm in constant danger and peril. I'm on the quest for enough credits to settle my debts with an old consort from my time aboard a luxury Deep Space station for an extended period of time. It's a long story...

Long story short, I became entangled in a concourse walk-in consulting service and in the process, roped into the murder of a neighboring dojo and shop-keeper's wife, who happened to be a "Starfleet" (whatever the fuck that is) officer. I've been on the run from those space cops, and if I can pay off my debts going back to my days as an elicit consort, then I can find a way to settling scores with my music...returning to my double underground assassin role and conspirator in the silent coup that will usurp the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx.

We will hand them their bruised remains, delivered from our crushing choke of defeat. And when all bidding is done, I'm done, I can finally settle out of sight of this Empire till The Doctor returns...that's another story...I remain in service of the next worthy bounty or profitable pursuit.