Bio
Ashley was born under open skies, stretched over the fields of Idris-II. She learned to fly before she could properly walk, hands on the controls of the farm’s battered hauler as she shuttled supplies to market towns. Flying was freedom, even then. Life was slow. Places to be, glimmers of hope, false promises.
Her pops passed too soon. When the bank foreclosed, she didn’t wait around to watch the farmstead rust into the dirt. So she left. It's not to say it was easy, scraping by, hauling whatever paid, making a name as someone who could get things where they needed to go. Trustworthy. Fast. No questions asked. Friends. And coding, believe it or not - increasingly sophisticated little bugs, to get where she wasn't supposed to. More friends, in lower places. No trail of blood though. Never did get a crimestat. Handy, that. Convenient.
Then came the ship. A proper courier vessel, sleek and quick. Was it trouble? Was it luck? Didn’t much matter. She runs the black, ferrying data, cargo, and whatever else pays.