(In-game commander name: BVits)
( I generally like to be in character, but I'll reply out of character if I think you're doing the same (But clarification helps!). I love to role play, and I'm very PM friendly! I also hang out on Inara's Discord channel. IWG Wiki page on Nova Cassidy, including biography and personality. Crucial if you wish to know more about Nova! )
( I generally like to be in character, but I'll reply out of character if I think you're doing the same (But clarification helps!). I love to role play, and I'm very PM friendly! I also hang out on Inara's Discord channel. IWG Wiki page on Nova Cassidy, including biography and personality. Crucial if you wish to know more about Nova! )
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Alright, how do I know if it's recording? ...Oh. The light. Got it.
Ahem... So, a friend of mine thinks it would be a good idea to start making a log every now and then. I'm not entirely sure why I'd need to but I figure there's no harm in it. Maybe one day I'll be Elite and famous and everyone wants to hear about my humble beginnings! Let's see, where should I start? Hm...
My name is Commander Nova 'BVits' Cassidy, I'm not going to bore you by talking about my upbringing and childhood, so I'll just start where it's interesting. You don't need to know about my awkward nerdy school years. For a few years, I worked in a seedy bar out in the middle of some remote system on a civilian outpost. It wasn't great work, but it paid me well. The patrons were often wealthy freelance pilots, and a little charm can get you a lot of credits in tips! You tend to meet a lot of people in a place like that. Bounty hunters, traders, mercenaries, miners, salvagers! Pirates, too. I always hated them. After a while you could practically tell what a person's role is as soon as they walked in. Most of them, you never see more than once. The others though...The traders tipped well, the bounty hunters were scary, but friendly. Miners were rough and crude, but they laughed a lot. Enforcers were polite, but stern. Pirates were the kind of people that held themselves above everyone else, and generally treated servers myself like shit. Honestly, you get used to it after a while.
We had the worst entertainment. I don't know where that station pulled it's holo-vids from but they were terrible. The news was always the same thing. Systems swapping powers, booms, wars, civil unrest. I can't say it ever affected me. At the end of the day, I still got my credits and my food cartridges. Now, working in a bar is a job. It's not a career. I was never going to amount to anything doing that day in and day out. One day, one of those holos caught my eye. A recruitment ad for the Pilot's Federation. We've all seen them, with it's promise of a free ship, and glorifying the lifestyle as though you'll be a galaxy-renounced celebrity as soon as you pick up the licence. I had my doubt it would be like that. But "Man, what if it is like that?" I thought to myself. I packed up everything I had to my name, and decided I would give it a shot.
All I needed to do was find my way to LHS 3447 and join up. Of course, it wasn't that easy. You can't just walk in, grab a licence and expect them to pat you on the butt as you climb into your free sidewinder and wish you all the best. You need a lot of paperwork. You need training. I needed implants. You need tests upon tests and the patience to jump though more hoops than I could count. You also need money. Seems obvious now, but what did I know back then? It took a while, but it's true that they give you a sidewinder along with your licence once you pass all of the tests. It was rusty, smelled funny and I'm positive that at least half of the modules were held together with duct tape and super glue.
That was now I started, just like everyone else. In 3301, I joined the Pilot's Fed in LHS 3447 in the cockpit of a Sidewinder.
It's no secret that being a freelance pilot in this day and age is both one of the most lucrative and dangerous lines of work in the galaxy, but the risk seems worth it when you can make back the price of your ship in a single delivery run, provided you don't get interdicted along the way. That's how I started, just like everyone else. Making delivery runs in a sidewinder. After that, I bought my first new ship, an Adder. It wasn't much, but at least that smell was gone. I didn't keep it for long though before my luck had put me in the pilot's seat of a Cobra Mk III. For a while, that was my favourite ship. I made delivery runs, I fought off pirates. I kept people safe. I ate well. I put enough money aside to be able to pay off my debts and still buy things I want. It felt good.
I make my living dogfighting pirates and other villains. I fly a great ship, very roomy, my bedroom looks great, I have a 'chef' that actually takes food cartridges without jamming this time and there's so much room for activities!
It's challenging work, outer space, I guarantee you won't go hungry. They say it won't make me rich as fast as trading will, but nothing gets my blood pumping like getting into a battle with some space scum and knowing that thanks to me, the systems I pass through are just that little bit safer. This work has gotten me into the Federation's good books, which can only benefit me. One day soon I hope to be able to buy an even better ship! Maybe an Anaconda! Have you seen the commercial for that thing? Ohmygod, what if I can get one of those shiny new Federal Corvette's?! That would be the greatest thing ever!
Ah, I suppose this one's gone on for long enough now. Anyway, that's who I am and what I'm doing these days. I'll make my log public - though I'm not sure if anyone will hear this - just in case another pilot out there would like to say hi. Space is a big, lonely place. It couldn't hurt to have another friend, or someone to talk to.