A pirate controlled settlement is not a good place to grow up.  I spent my younger years in a backwater system governed by a petty drug cartel.  My family owned a small manufacturing business, but the gang took a considerable cut of the profits.  My parents resented this interference, particularly as they disapproved of drugs, and I and my siblings were raised to feel the same way.
I never cared about the issue, until several of my teenage friends overdosed, and treatment didn’t come in time.  After these incidents, I fostered a strong dislike for the drug industry, and the personal destruction the dealers found across the colony caused.
During my final year of school I discovered one of the underground organizations bent on removing the cartel from power.  I immediately joined, because they provided an effective means of fighting the drug flow.  At first, I simply supplied information on moving drug shipments and active dealers, so neighboring systems could attempt to bust the stream of drugs in their regions of influence.  I soon became a marked man after my tips were used successfully several times, and was forced to hastily leave the system.
After these episodes, I joined the propaganda team, broadcasting anti-drug ads and information from a small station in a different part of the system.  Eventually, life in the area became so hot for me that I and my companions suggested that I should flee the area.
I bounced around from system to system for several years, helping with drug busts where I could, but moving on to keep alive after each one.  During this time, I had many chances to see how powerful men in one system often neglected the needs of the people in other systems they controlled, or  even suppressed their ability to make a living for the sake of money and might.  I also heard stories and observed minor examples of corrupt parts of the superpowers.
After being a vagrant for about five years, I found myself on the newly founded colony Sinclair Base, in Djapati.  I decided to settle there, because it was a quiet, out of the way location, where no pirate would ever think to look for me.  Finally living in peace, I stayed there for about 15 years, until other powers than the local Djapati Alliance showed interest in the place.  After this, I left again, and finally decided to train for a Pilot’s Federation License.
After the training, I am here, and now have the power to fight off any drug runner that seeks to revenge himself on me.  I have founded a small squadron to work for local people who are overlooked or are under a despotic ruler.  Some day, I will return to my home, and free it from the drug cartel.  Until then, I will help whoever I can.