"Oi, lowlife, grab me a crabcake." A boy slumped against a wall with a hat covering his eyes forces himself up, dragging his feet as he wipes the sleep out of his eyes. He trudges barefoot over to the large icebox in the corner of the command room, slides open the box and chucks a Pete's Crazy Crabcake over to Krucko. The ship's Captain swiftly unwraps the packet, stuffing the whole crabcake in his mouth in one.

The boy begins to wander back over to his spot against the dirty wall. He better brace himself, The Glacier wasn't exactly the safest area to traverse, especially in this Muto 6300 rustbucket of a ship. A skinny, rat-looking man with a black goatee and a bright red bandana tied to be barely above his small green eyes hops in his seat next to Captain Krucko.

His screechy voice pierces the air, "When you gonna get a new ship Krucko? You ain't seen that new Peterson's 22R by that American fella'? You can afford that Krucko-"

Krucko suddenly stares directly into the ratty man's eyes, shutting him up instantly. An awkward silence fills the air, with the only sound being the rattling of metal from the rusty ship flying through space.

"... you think me, a man of integrity, pride and patriotism would stoop so low to purchase a dirty yank-built ship? No no no mate, as a man with pure British Empire blood flowing through my veins, none of my Delians will be entering an American's pockets." With a shake of his head, Captain Krucko pulls his blacked-out goggles over his bald head and onto his large red eyes.

Krucko was one of the half-human half-Marsian beings who migrated over to the 6 fragments of Earth in 2997 at the age of 21 after breaking free from slavery and escaping on a cargo ship. Son of a Marsian prostitute with an unknown but supposedly profoundly British father, Krucko was a man of opportunity - whatever that may entail. Slanging drugs and weapons between planets, kingdoms, gangs and lowly criminals, Krucko was well known in the underworld, but with a string of bad luck on missions beyond the Milky Way, he had gained the unfortunate nickname of Krucko 'The Cursed' across the galaxy. 

His right-hand man, LoBo Johnson was a wiry man of wacky proportions. The pair had met in the very cargo ship that Krucko boarding in '97. An instant friendship was formed, with LoBo willing to do anything his best buddy asked in a bid for riches and a life of luxury. Now, in 3004, the pair formed the Krucko Crew, a group that only had the pair in for now, along with an orphan boy, probably around the age of 16 or 17.

This boy has no name, no possessions and no life. The only thing he owns is his wide-brimmed hat that sits on his dirty, rugged white hair which matched his extremely pale skin. No doubt a stolen hat, this hat has a sharp edge, capable of slicing more than just flesh. Krucko and LoBo recruited him as their first external crew member. Found in the backstreets in the Kingdom of Bataria fighting duels for food, the silent boy with the hat was given a nickname by Krucko and LoBo. They had to call him something.

So from 3004 onwards, this pale-skinned white-haired hat-wearing orphan kid was known by one word: Blanco