Alazba was born on the 3rd of September, 3275 on an old Type-6, docked at the lonely "Trevithick Dock". He was raised in LHS 3447, although he did visit friends and family in other systems. However, he never left the bubble of human civilisation, and longed to see what lay beyond the confines of the bubble.

His fascination with deep space first began when his grandfather took Alazba into his Asp Explorer, and jumped to "Jackson's Lighthouse", the only Neutron star located within the bubble. It was beautiful. The subtle blue lines, overplayed by the pure awesome eminence of power. He saw the edges of civilisation, and was hooked.

He continued with life, longing to see what lay beyond, until he came of age and enlisted within the Pilots Federation. He still remembers graduation very fondly. Achieving the rank of "Commander", and being handed his very own (ish) sidewinder; his first inaugural flight took off from Trevethick Dock, fitting as it was the very same place he first entered this Galaxy.  However, he knew that his journey had just begun. He may have had a ship and a rank, but he was near-broke. So he bought a mining laser and a refinery, and set off to the nearest ring to make his Fortune.... Only to find it extremely boring. So he bought a pulse laser and set out be a bounty hunter! Yes, he may have been "stealing" kills from system authority but..... So what? He had finally enough money to his very own Asp Explorer, the very ship that his grandfather piloted, and set out to journey among the stars....

Alazba used the "Road to Riches" tool to travel outside the Bubble and scan high-value planets, for a good amount of coin. It was repetitive and mundane, for most. Not for Alazba, he enjoyed every minute of it, looking out his canopy and seeing the starts roll by, He saw more planets then he ever dreamed about, but this was not enough. He wanted more, he needed more, he needed.... Sagittarius A*. Center of the Galaxy. Milestone for any self employed explorer. But he needed a better ship, with a better Frame Shift. He needed an Anaconda.

He had seen a few Anaconda's piloted by system security from afar, but he never managed to get close to one, let alone pilot it. But he knew that it would be no easy task. The Road to riches would not make enough to buy and outfit an Anaconda. So he gathered all the money he raised, and bought a Type 6 transporter. A ship that seemed awfully familiar. But, he had to time to think, he had a long road ahead of him, the road to Robigo mines, and Sirius Atmospherics.

He Jumped and jumped, through dead systems and dying stars, until he finally reached Robigo Mines, a beacon of civilisation in the area, and more importantly, full of filthy rich tourists that needed transportation. This is the part Alazba came in. He became a bonified, interstellar bus driver. Ferrying each passenger for upwards of 3 Million Credits! He did not stop at 3 million however, nor at 30, or 300! He kept going on and on, jumping star systems day in day out untill he had made it. He finally had enough money to buy and outfit an Anaconda, so he returned to the bubble, happier than ever. Docked at I sola Prospecta in the Brestla system and bought his very own Anaconda. "Voyager" (Hats off if you get the reference).

He turned on his Ship lights, retracted landing gear, engaged his Frame shift and.... and..... Nothing. No big adventure, no adrenaline fiilled Odyssey. Simply, empty star systems. Of course, he knew it would be this way but, still'he could not help but feel dissapointed. He did not even make it a third of the way before he turned around and headed back towards the bubble. He was about to slip into a depressive state, when he looked up, through his ship's canopy, and say the station he was nearing. "Station Under Repairs" it read on a big sign. Repairs? Since when do Orbis stations repair? He drew closer to the station to see the full extent of the damage. Metal scarred, mailslot pieces bent, pieces of the station falling out. What happened here? It was then that he had learned of a new menace that struck the bubble in his absence, a new scourge of terror, an inter-dimensional threat. The Thargoids.

(To be continued)