Of moderate height and build, perhaps a touch below average in both, Fletcher "Whiplash" Chardin isn't much to look at initially.  His rugged features and laconic manner have caused many to underestimate him - to their own demise.

One only has to look a bit closer to see the easy grace with which he moves, the confidence and intelligence in his eyes, and the easy, almost unnatural deftness in his coordination.  Usually dressed in a slightly odd version of carapace armor - one that uses small diamond-shaped plates instead of the usual configuration - and a heavy, black trench coat, Whiplash looks like he would be equally at home on any industrialized world.  It couldn't be further from the truth.

Whiplash is a spacer, pure and simple.  Oh, he'll fly anything he can get his hands on, but a void ship - that is where his heart truly lies.  In Kadis' employ for nearly a dozen years, he's spent over 80% of that time in transit or aboard the Renegade.  From running blockades to supplying the ol Lady's forces to simple 'milk runs,' Whiplash has been flying almost any spaceworthy craft for nigh on 2 decades.

The last half dozen years or so, he's been flying with Quenton as his copilot and procurer.  The last year, he's been aboard the Void Raven working with both Quenton and the relative newcomer to Kadis' forces, Zarkov.