The Pumpkin King was the king of crime back in the day, at least, according to him. He ran his only little sector in the Kri lawless district, a tiny criminal empire in the blackness of space. Like all empires, it had a rise, and a fall. While he was a fleshy human, The Pumkin King was a chemist and a psionic of notable proportions, his ambition was great, and his morality lacking, so he did the obvious thing and turned to crime. At first he was just another drug cook among hundreds, but with some subtle psionic manipulations, disappearances, and chemical innovations, he found himself the drug lord, pushing a special little drug known as Pumpkin Spice. It gave people a splendid high, and temporary psionic power, in exchange it was highly addictive and the withdrawal effects were killer, usually.

The Pumpkin King expanded into other criminal enterprises until he was the undisputed “king” of the Kri lawless district, it was good for a few hundred years, but then, some kid got lucky and planted a serrated tri-energy Knife in his back, needless to say the kid did not live to see another cycle, but the King needled to do something quickly, he had lived to the ripe old age of 393 due to the best medicine, implants, and bio augments money could buy, but nothing could heal a wound like this, not in time. So, he went for a new body, one he had painstakingly designed and improved upon for most of his time as a crime lord.

The consciousness swap was easy, they figured that stuff out years ago, the hard part was apparently activating the damn thing, some lieutenant must have pulled a fast one because the Pumpkin King stayed deactivated in his new body, and shipped around in various containers for 50 years. Now he’s woken up on this doomed little space station with nothing but his quick wit, Psionic Amp cane, and stellar ensemble.