Orphaned at a young age, I found refuge under the wings of the Pixel Bandits Security Force in Ising Vision. They're a rough bunch, but they will stand up for what's right. I made my fortune fair and square by hauling goods for the bandits. But don't mistake my moral compass for weakness. I'm always prepared to defend the systems under our control. That's how I worked myself up to the rank of Midshipman after all.

I'm trying to increase my agility in combat by merging my ship's AI with biomechatronic body parts. Learning to see my ship as a companion also helps battling space madness, as I increasingly prefer the solitude of deep space.

I was able to purchase a fleet carrier to support my associates and to set up shop. When all is said and done, it will find its resting space in orbit around a nice earth-like world in deep space, where I can enjoy some Lavian brandy with a great view.