With less than humble beginnings I survived my childhood.  Coming up from the bottom of society on a backwards welfare planet, without a father, and a neglectful mother, I was lucky to make it off that tragic world.  With slim pickings for options, I enlisted as a fighter pilot for a less than reputable local smuggler.  We set out in a Keelback, and I was the only reason that idiot didn't die on his first smuggling run.

We got interdicted on our first frame shift, and the guy had no idea what was going on.  After saving us with my natural piloting skills ( I say this because I had never flown before in my life).  Whatever, that night I killed him while he was sleeping, and took his ship, and its only been up from that point.