Following Celeschul's signing to the Joint Forces Treaty with the U.N.S., Aldo was offered a CivCon position. In short order he closed his doors, sold off his contraband, and shipped off to Sol space, where the burgeoning military needed men with his talents.
Given the rare opportunity to choose where to set up shop, he flipped a coin to decide between the battleplates Tunguska and Sudbury. It came up heads, but Aldo survived to be relocated to the Morokweng.
Now. . . How's the mercenary business?