I was once a very calm person, loved being a little away from the bubble, at a very remote part of the Galaxy. My existence was placid, safe and relatively happy. But then they came, The Night Pirates attacked the world I was living in, killing everyone and leaving only a few as the only survivors, being witness to an affront that I had never thought would happen. It took me a lot to recover and get back on my feet in the HR 2217 system, since then only the feeling of revenge has been the impulse that keeps me alive and now guides my hand during flight.