I was born in the Zandu system to an impoverished family. My father moved the family here shortly before I was born in pursuit of a job programming ship technology. My mother was a stay at-home mom to my sister, my brother and myself. Most of my childhood my parents struggled to provide for the family causing my brother to put the burden on himself. He started hanging out with people that were known for being trouble.

My brother and I grew up working on spaceships a lot trying to help our father understand the tech better. My brother participated in races using salvaged fighters on Zandu 6 A near Beaufoy Beacon where we lived in a run-down residential block. I still remember when he took me when I was 13 and let me fly the race-ship like it was yesterday. That day started my love for racing, and I had a love of working on his ship with him. Every time I have to work on my ship, I think about him handing me my first wrench.

When I was 14 my brother got picked up by a friend in a spaceship. I stopped him before he left to try and talk him out of it.

"You don't have proper training to be going out in space, this isn't safe!"
"Don't worry, this is the last time I am going with them, after this job I should have enough to last until we can move out together."

I wasn't a big fan of him going, but we had talked about the dreams of moving to a different system together and escaping. If this was how he planned on doing it, then I can't do much to stop him. What neither of us were aware of is that during this conversation our sister had snuck onto the ship. After a week of no contact, an anonymous user sent me a copy of his logbooks with no context. I still remember those logs like I listened to them yesterday, the first few were pretty normal until log 004. He was updating me on his day when I hear Lena in the background "Brother, I came with you! I have been hiding for days now hoping you would find me!" my heart sank. I kept listening to the logs, log 009 is where I noticed something was wrong. It was my brother frantically screaming to other people that "She's been shot! I need help, I can't lose her!" followed by him trying to save Lena. The log ended with the sound of gunfire and the webcam clicking on long enough for me to see some of what happened. I could see Lena on the ground and my Brother face-down in a weapon locker opposite the computer. A man in a Star Chasers uniform walked up to the computer and ended the log.

This was the turning point in my life, during this trip my sister and my brother both died. Ever since I have been doing whatever job I could get to survive, even though my father had finally found a job by this point, I needed to fulfill my brother's dream. Now I am a registered commander with my own ships and even a Fleet Carrier with a full crew. With the help of my new partner CMDR Saffron, we will take my carrier and crew all over the universe. I wish my brother could be here to see what I was able to accomplish because of him, I think he would be glad to know I have good company.