Growing up as the dwarven son of two uppity ups within Ares Corp had its perks. Going to the finest corporate education facilities, discovering a talent for tinkering with and controlling the finest remote weaponry tech available within RD was huge. As a corporate security rigger he had seen the worst side of his corporation. He has seen all the latest tech being used against men and women some innocent and some not innocent. His contract solidly prohibiting him from reporting it to anyone. The corp was slowly eating away at his soul. He began taking evening trips outside of the corp domain and scurting the border of the barons visiting may bars, clubs, and shops looking for escape. At one of these shops he met a rather large troll ganger. The two stuck up a conversation on the latest hot sim game and insteantly became friends. So much so that when the your corporate type made a faux pas insulting another of the trolls gang friends he stood up for his new Dwarven friend and a bond continued to form from that day on that would change his life forever.
One day while chasing after some Shadowrunners trying to escape after an illegal visit on corp property, his Ares van riveted with bullet and nearly getting himself killed, he had an epiphany. A van similar destroyed by the runners as a diversion. He would report it as his own and let the runners escape or be picked up by other security forces. He reached out to the only friend he had in the area or outside the corp for that matter and made a deal with the DRM Gang that if they would store his van and take care of it they could use it for gang business. The gang leaders leap at this. Already having concocting plans of their own. The gang was all to excited to assist him in making it look legit by beating him up and putting him very close to flames of their warehouse camp fire.
The young dwarf hobbled to an Ares checkpoint and was picked up by other members of their security force and after an extensive debriefing and a visit to the “crash site” the entire event was put into his personnel file and he was given a warning to be more careful with corporate assets in the future. After a week of unpaid leave, medical visits for wounds, and several security and physiological evaluations he was returned to working status, but found himself demoted and in charge of minor elevator work which all the more encouraged his continued planning and daydreaming about his great escape from this “corp prison” with his family. Little did he know that another individual and classmate growing up was also having similar thoughts.