Bio
I was born in space, burning between systems I never knew. My file says my father was in the Kellog A-M prison, nabbed ram scooping bad debt from Rhetor V. My mother gave me up to hitch a freighter to anywhere but ended in a slaver's stockyard with a barcode and a compliance collar. It don’t fuse to me. I was told all about them, but all I heard was "never comin back."
I never had a real home, I don't belong anystar. Fightin other kids for nutri-paste out of pouch at the Goss 1 farm orphanage made me homesick for space. Best chance is I get citizenship by UEE service, learn to shoot and fly, and muster out. I dream of delta-V in my own Freelancer- it's right there in the name. Free. Take the jobs I want, flare the others. That's where I belong; tween launch & entry in the black with the engines feedin’ hard. All planetside is time grind and heartache. I’ll make some friends to fly formation with. Friends that won't stern me the cycle raiders boost in and my hull starts venting atmo.