CMDR FILE: Pilots Federation FR-277

My name is Rhaazerus Orzhov.
I'm a Terran by birth, believe it or not. Born on "Earth" in the Sol system, October 3275.
Well, I was born to a Scrapper in the slums . . . and I was only a year old when my family left.
But I like to think it still counts.
My father said I gave him reason to leave and start a better life;
Can't say we ever found it though.
I spent my early years moving from station to station with my parents. My dad would join crews in dismantling old ships and salvage.
My mother is a damn good bartender and always came home with some fanciful stories from pilots and spacefarers.
I was young, couldn't half tell one port from the next out of the handful we lived on.

But I was fascinated watching the ships come and go in the starports,
and I always tried my luck to buddy up with the Commanders, or flirt with the flight attendants from the tourist cruisers.

Like father like son I guess; I joined my dad with a scrapping crew at Trevithick Dock in the LHS 3447 system.
Had a bit of a run in with a backfiring arc-converter on a job.
Lost an eye from that thing, but the doc gave me a nice replacement, and it even has a zoom feature. You win some, you lose some I guess.
Some time went by, and I got lucky one day. I got the chance to take to the stars for myself around March, 3305.

I met an old pilot at Trevithick, he never told me his name. But I'll never forget what he said;
"There's freedom and danger amongst those stars, kid. Embrace them both."
And what a coincidence, the next day my dad came home with a smile on his face, and some papers in his hand. -
"Pilots Federation: Trevithick Dock Commander Acadamy - Flight Training Entry Application".
Honestly, I'm surprised I even passed the classes. I really gave my instructor hell with my reckless flying.
I used the credits I had saved up over the years and jumped into my very own Sidewinder.

I'm living the dream now, sailing the stars like the wayfaring space-cowboy I wanted to be as a kid.
My old man still scraps old ships over there in Trevithick Dock these days.
As for me, well, the rich and powerful fight for control and they always leave scraps for the taking.
And who knows, maybe one day I'll pay my old home system a visit;
I always wanted to see the galaxy's renowned  "Cradle of Humanity" I came from.