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Date... I honestly don't know anymore.

Look, my captain said this would be good for me. Thought it would help me with some of my... 'issues'. I tried telling him I don't have any issues, but he's taken me off ops till I do this. So... whatever. I guess it can't hurt.

I've been called many things throughout my life...
War orphan (Yea, boohoo. Try hugging me and I'll punch you in the face).
Mercenary.
Tactical strategist.
Madman.
Arbiter of Chaos (Now this one I like).

So, I guess I'll start at the beginning. Yeah, that whole war orphan thing. See, I was born on some no name, backwater planet in a no name, backwater system. About the time I was 12 there was some border dispute or something between some religious cult nut-jobs and a small corporation in the system. I heard about the fighting from my parents and teachers, but it seemed so far away that nobody gave it a second thought... At least not till a few of those corporate ships crash landed in the middle of town. It wasn't long after that those cultists showed up in their own ships and opened fire on anything that moved down below... Burning out the heretics, I guess.

Don't remember much about the attack itself, just that I woke up in a church a few days later (from one group of religious nuts to another). Heard they were going to put me in a "home", so soon as I had regained my strength I ran away from there. I'm not sure how, but I made it to the planet's only startport and snuck into the hold of a small cargo ship that was getting ready to leave.

Well, the crew found me, of course, but instead of handing me over to the authorities they handed me to the Pilot's Federation. Now I don't know what these guys were thinking, seeing as I was a runaway, but somebody had the bright idea to train me to fly ships in space. It took a few years (on account they have a minimum age policy), but in the end they gave me my own ship. Again, who's was the idiot that thought this was a good idea?

After they gave me that ship I just drifted. Did the odd job here or there, just enough to get by, but not much else. And then wouldn't you know it, I ran into the same crew that... um... rescued me I guess? Well, they recognized me and offered me a job running cargo with them. Seemed like a good deal so I joined their crew. Once I had enough creds to get my own cargo runner I kept hauling freight right along side them.

It was good money and they were good people, but running cargo all the time just got so, SO boring. Back and forth. Back and forth. BACK AND FORTH! I needed a massive change of scenery. I jumped a few systems over and ended up hiring on with some mercs calling themselves the Ghostbears. They were nothing big, just going after the local bounties, but they were good to me and this is where I found my calling.

Don't get me wrong, I tried the whole explorer thing for a while. I've mapped a few systems and found a few black holes. I even tried mining during the diamond rush. Made a small fortune too, but then those damn counterfeiters crashed the whole economy (just wait till I get my hands on you, you little bastards).

But none of that was for me though. Combat is what truly called to me. The thrill of the chase. Hunting bounties. Even... special contracts, for some particularly discreet individuals. Most of those were multi-system pirates with higher than average bounties on them, but some were military officers and even deserters. Those didn't really sit right with me, but hey, money is money and someone is always willing to pay.

To say that I was good would be an understatement. Because of me, Ghostbear branched out into other systems and started building a reputation for itself as the best bounty hunters in the region. But do you know what happens when you're at the top? Someone always comes to knock you down a peg. 4 FDL's, 3 condas, 2 dozen smaller ships and a Vette in a fuckin' pear tree. It was a slaughter. The few of us who managed to escaped left Ghostbear shortly after that.

Recently though I joined up with another crew. Explorers. Yeah, I know what I said earlier, but these guys are different. They like to spend their time out in the black, but they're also not afraid to go after those that threaten their homes. Now that I can respect. They even encouraged me to memorialize my former squad somehow. I figured a custom built battle carrier would do the trick. Ghostbear's Legacy. Damn, if only we had her back then...

With the experience I bring to the table, these ACEs of the black come to me for insight and tactics when it comes to expansion and defense. They've named me Arbiter of Chaos on account of my battle record and strategies that are... somewhat unconventional. Now we see just how far out we can push out.

Think that about covers it. Maybe now the captain will put me back on ops. He has to. This is my carrier after... That son of a b-...

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