Born in Newark, NJ, and raised on its meaner streets, Jack Starnes was no stranger to trouble. In and out of ‘the system’ for offenses as minor as shoplifting, and as major as grand theft auto, Jack seemed destined for a life in an institution of lower learning. And that’s where he WOULD have wound up had he not tried to take down a Tomorrow Girl during a robbery gone stupid in the course of her under-cover assignment in the City on day. The agent could have ended him without breaking a sweat, though to look at her, Jack had seen fit to think otherwise. Instead, she had a clean-up squad drop by with an innocuous little panel van which ran him over to Teterboro, onto an agency jet, and ultimately to the agency’s island training camp.
Jack took to the off-world defense techniques they taught him like an eagle to the sky, and after Dr. Lender installed the “loyalty device” in his head, Jack’s service record became exemplary. A Battlefield Promotion gave him his Sargeant stripes, and Jack’s leadership position on the team was cemented. Quick and deft for a man his size, Jack’s the guy you want covering your back in almost any scrape, and surrounded by the lovely Tomorrow Girls, Jack wouldn’t want it any other way.




