Born in space during my late father and mothers third exploration trip, I took to space life with ease. I was 6 months old before I finally landed on Earth. I guess my place of birth was Sol in some respects and then again somewhere between Sol and Wolf 365.

I spent my first years travelling between various planets, learning how to cope with food packs, weird aliens and mostly a life on the move. I was well known at numerous space stations, the golden haired boy with cheeky smile. Got me into places no one should have gone.

At 16 I joined the Imperial Navy following my father and generations before him. Family tradition as they said. I thought I knew it all of course, quickly found I lacked some skills and more than once almost crashed on a planet or two. Fear can either give you an edge or kill you just like a crash.

I rose through the ranks, purposefully aware I was being judged. My father’s reputation always at my heels. My big break came in a space battle. We lost the command ship and we should have lost the encounter. We had to protect the transport fleet at all costs, so the mission said. I somehow managed to get a few lucky shots at pirate Anaconda and then all hell broke loose. My wingmen joined in and we watched it blow apart. I knew we had the upper hand and went for ever pirate ship we could.

That encounter lead me to running various ships as Captain until I decided time to go it alone. Now I am a freelancer, a rogue, a miner , a trader, whatever I want to be. There is a lot of space out there yet to be discovered.