Born the son of a ship mechanic father and school teacher mother, Kryonys, or Kry to those close, had spent his youth dreaming of flying the ships he watched his father work on. He would spend his time out of school trying to glean whatever information he could from his father's clients, to the point that many Commander's who sought his dad's services referred to them as their teaching side gig. Many Commander's were happy to oblige his enthusiasm for their adventures, sharing everything from daring tales of bounty hunters and pirates to mundane cargo and passenger transports to the ridiculous tales of Raxxla and some station known as Hutton, so far from the star of it's home system that the space lane to it is littered with the corpses of ships lost long ago. Kry would sit, wide eyed, mouth agape and as his father would be sure to point out, silent, as the pilots shared what they could with Kry. His father however did his best to temper little Kry's ambitions.