Born to a line of Federation Generals and Admirals, Michael was always destined for something great. His parents, Dorne and Mara were dedicated to the Federation and its heritage to an extreme degree, hence the biblical name of Michael from Earth.

From his education to the outfits he wore, everything was special. As Michael grew he started showing an aptitude for Spaceship piloting, and everything started looking promising for his career and social status from thereon. Michael was 16 when he piloted his first ship(under extreme supervision) and 17 when he killed his first pirate. While deemed unethical in some cultures to allow underage children to participate in combat, this was a longstanding tradition in his family. While not the youngest killer in his family, this was still an extremely impressive feat, one his father was proud of. Soon after his first kill Michael was awarded a Federal Assault Ship for his efforts in clearing numerous pirate dens. His love and care for his ship were a sight to behold. Michael was known to tinker with his ship against his parent's wishes to make sure it performed just like he wanted. Even though this resulted in more trips to the mechanic than his peers, his father eventually allowed him to tinker on his ship as he wanted since Michael was also known for outperforming his superiors in combat. His first ground kill came just five days after his 20th birthday. He may have been desensitized to killing in space but this was his first kill closer than 500 meters. It was a particularly bloody kill, causing him to throw up whenever he saw blood for the next month. While dedicated to his career in the Federal Navy, he wasn't lacking in social life. In fact, Michael was very active in his romantic pursuits, but most of them ended when his parents got involved.

You see, his parents had a plan. One that would give them great power in the struggle ahead. This branch of the Federation was very friendly with the Imperials next door, and they had a daughter. This marriage would grant both families a say in the other faction by the way of their children. While Michael wasn't thrilled at the idea, he wasn't against it either. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an Admiral-King... Who could say no? Things worked a bit differently in the Empire though, they wouldn't commit to a political marriage just because it would benefit them, at least not without a bit of showmanship. It was always about showmanship in the Empire. After countless, balls, duels and joint flights with the Imperial Navy, he grew to like the traditions. This actually allowed him to get to know his future wife. What seemed like an impossible event in the beginning actually came to pass, he not only liked Eris, he actually fell in love. As is the tradition they weren't actually meant to spend long periods of time together before the wedding(Other than the balls), but Cormac, despite being the king of the planet, valued her daughter's happiness more than he valued traditions. Everything seemed out of a fairytale until the day of the wedding. Unfortunately, not everyone was on board with this Federation-Empire hybrid idea. Approximately 25 minutes after the wedding, a shadow fell on everyone. It covered everyone and everything. An Anaconda, it wasn't long before the shadows were replaced with explosions. After Eris' death, the relations quickly worsened, even though Michael was now a Prince in the Empire, the relations were never this low. Cormac, however, withdrew from politics for a year. During which he spent most of his time with Michael, whom he started to love like his own son. Cormactaught him the rich history of both the Empire and Federation, without bias. A year had passed but the grieving hadn't. Dorne and Mara asked Michael to come back to the army. A minor war was brewing against the Empire and Michael leading a Federation fleet would send the right message to everyone. At the same time, there were protests within the Imperial court, demanding the title of Prince be removed from Michael. Cormac refused and spent every last bit of his influence to keep the title. Simply because he truly loved him like a son and knew he wouldn't abuse the power.

Michael had his eyes opened after all those years. He saw that Cormac cared more for him than his own parents, who saw him as a key to greatness. This didn't mean they didn't love him though, they did, in their own way. The news of Michaels's departure broke their hearts, and they knew who to blame. While the Federation prepared for war, Michael hugged Cormac and thanked him for the new start. Cormac saluted Michael as he climbed the stairs of his Imperial Clipper and with a single tear sliding down his cheek, said "Right on, Commander".

No one would have any clue of what happened to him apart from a few rumors. Although he secretly visited Cormac every year and told him of his adventures, he wouldn't enter the spotlight again. At least not until his involvement with "The Old-Fashioned" came out. The Old-Fashioned was a terrorist group that somehow managed to evade the superpowers for a suspicious amount of time. Michael encountered them after one of them saved his life in a bar-fight-gone-bad. A client refused to pay Michael his credits after they heard of his involvement with the Empire, this is what started the fight, what ended the fight was a knife slice across his eye, followed up by the said knife entering his eye and going as far as a small portion of his brain. Michael held on to the blade of the knife to prevent it from going even deeper until an old man shot his foe in the head. No one dared touch the old man, because unbeknownst to Michael at the time, he was a member of one of the most notorious gangs in the galaxy. The Old-Fashioned didn't have the modern medicine and equipment the Empire had but they had enough to keep him alive and give him a new cyber-eye. Luckily, Michael managed to pull through, with an ugly scar and minor brain damage. Alas, the minor brain damage he suffered can cause blackouts from time to time. The old man was called Hunter by his peers, you see, the genius was in the simplicity of his name. Every system he went to had at least ten other "Hunters", this was quite useful in helping him evade Galcop. Of course, he could have chosen something like "Reaper", but it felt a bit too on the nose for him. The Old-Fashioned were a group of terrorists who believed that there was a greater threat on its way and that the division of the galaxy would lead to the extinction of humanity. They focused on bringing forces together by any means necessary. While Michael didn't agree with their methods, they reminded him of what could have been and he believed their cause was a good one, even if a bit crazy.

He worked with them for several years until their wishes came true. A joint operation between the Empire and Federation boarded their mega-ship and started opening fire. Gravely wounded, Hunter held Michael's arm and told him the secure their "80th" member. This member was in an Anaconda that was in a showroom of sorts. Michael's head was filled with questions as he ran to the Anaconda. Unfortunately for him, by the time he found the ship, the soldiers had surrounded the ship and had closed off any exits to this showroom. He managed to enter the ship by pure luck, killing several soldiers on the way. Once he was in the cockpit, a comms window opened and a voice came through "There is nowhere to go, we made sure of that. Come out with your hands up and we won't kill you.". Michael looked around, there were at least 30 soldiers out there, there was no way he could take them on so he did the only thing he could. He turned the ship on, engaged emergency boosters while the landing gear locked down, and started hoping like hell. He heard the ship scream in pain as the landing gear started to get ripped apart by the sheer force of the thrusters, once the ship started to move, Michael diverted all available power to the engines and the ship broke off from the landing, smashed the glass and killed everyone in the room by pulling them into space. After he made sure he wasn't followed he started to explore the ship, looking for the 80th member. He was shocked when he discovered that most of the ship's systems were automated, with no crew required. This definitely was unusual for a vessel this size. He sat down in the cockpit and asked the COVAS where the 80th member was, and the answer he got chilled him to the bone. "I am 80, pleased to make your acquaintance.".

While 80 isn't as advanced as his peers that were mostly destroyed during the war, Michael believes that 80 can process emotions and form bonds. 80 and Michael have been together ever since that faithful day. Covering each other's backs. Suffice it to say, Michael doesn't go around talking about 80's nature.