I was born and raised on a Type 6 Hauler. As a young adult, my father obtained a small and very used Eagle. He would go on to fly it on most of our runs to provide escort, as I flew the Type 6. Age finally catching up to him, I would learn to fly and fight in that little Eagle. Eventually my parents retired, and gave my sister and myself both ships. With which we made our first million credits in. Not many years later, adventure would take me away from trading. Leaving my sister to run the family business.

Taking a liking to some combat, I purchased an old Cobra MK III and decided to take up mercenary work, for an entire decade. During this time I worked for the Pilots Federation, Feds, Empire and even the Alliance, but I would never join a single one of them. Independent was how I saw things. I didn’t belong to any planet, or any system. I was born into Witchspace, and that is where I find peace. Which is why I eventually left my mercenary life behind and returned to the family business for a year, before adventure would call again. This time in the most opposite of ways. I would go on a exploration trip.

I had stared for my whole life into that black abyss, yet never dipped my toes. I figured it was time for a swim.
And that’s when everything changed.