Born to a wealthy family of the Empire, Britarnya could always be found where the ships were. Watching the docks of the city she resided in, the ships coming in and out, she'd lose herself to the smells of the thruster exhaust and the sound of Frameshift Drives charging; she got good enough to where she could tell which ships were coming in without even needing to see them.

Eventually her interest in ships led her to an underground fighter racing ring where she flew an Imperial fighter weaving in and out of the trash piles and the underground infrastructure of the megacity Brit lived in. And Brit was good. She had her bumps, sure, but she always learned from them. Britarnya knew what she was doing was technically illegal and dangerous... "Nothing's illegal if you have enough money." She could often hear her parents saying.

A rising star in the underground racing ring, she turned heads as well as earned the ire of the other racers. Britarnya did stand out a bit... a wealthy, well-groomed, well-dressed woman coming to the garage right after school and getting right to work on the fighter for the next race; oil, sweat and curses stemming from the imperial citizen. Unfortunately, her racing career would come to a halt after her final race in that fighter.

Two meters off the ground, dodging and weaving, the maneuvering thrusters barely keeping her off the ground, she was too focused on the next obstacle when out from behind a pillar, many pairs of lights shone in her face, her sensors lighting up with the emissions of Security Ships heading in her direction. She squinted her eyes and turned her head away from the brightness of the ship lights shining in her canopy that she caused her to nudge her control stick slightly, inducing a left roll. The pilot's stomach dropped at the sound of unshielded lightweight alloys against a rocky, dirty, surface underneath a megacity. Brit attempted to correct herself and gain some altitude by pulling back on her control stick to gain some altitude, but the damage was done. Her left engine was completely sheared off her Gu-97, and Britarnya's racing ship went into an uncontrolled spin, first bouncing off one of the security forces ships, then head on into a thick, concrete pillar, the fighter going from 400m/s to 0 faster than the pilot could say "Shit..."

Months later... she awoke in a hospital bed, confused, panicking, but the arrival of several nurses and doctors quickly put Britarnya at ease as they described what happened to her. She was given a mirror, and while there wasn't any scarring or blood, she looked at herself and saw the purple circuitry now embedded into her throat and skull. As a way of repayment for the procedure, as well as punishment for her street racing crimes, she was disowned by the family whom raised her, and forced to find a way of income; her first stop was the Pilots' Federation. The story began there...