I was born in Atropos with the Name Hadrian Grossberg. My father was a Lieutenant Commander in the Federal Marines Corps, my Mother on the other hand was a nurse in a recovery Hospital. It was like a family tradition. My grandpa was a Lieutenant and my great grandfather was a Warrant Officer. After my birth my Father was stationed in the Eta Cassiopeiae System, so we moved there. I grew up on Trojan, in a Environment closy assosiated with the Federal Navy. All my friends had a family member in the Navy. To be fair, my childhood wasnt bad. I had a little brother, some friends and have loving Parents.

After I graduated with 18 from school i joined the navy with my friends, but also because I always was facinated of Space. So I choose to go to the navy officers school, to preserve the family Tradition. So i had to move to Navy Central, a Moon of "Between". I have to say the groud training was hard and often broke me physically and psychologically. Sometimes i was so down, i thought:"I will quit". But it didnt came this far. The Harshest Training was the Zero o2 + Low g training on "New Moon". I know when we had to wake up at 4:30 am and had to gear up on the John F. Kennedy. Than we flew out to "New Moon" and were directly dropped into a training battle in an open field area. Damn these Weeks were really brutal. Otherwise... Well there wasnt always bad days, we also got good days, where I and my friends were off duty and got drunk, partied and what not on Starports or Surface Stations. After two and a half years of training I became a Petty Officer. On that graduation I saw how proud my Father was of me. I saw in this wet eyes:" Thats my son!". It was a special moment that day.

So from that point I was in the navy and was stationed on the Farragut-Class Battlecruiser FNS Athenos. The time there was at first bit scary, stressful than it turned out relaxed and we had our fun. Yeah, but the time I became a officer was i would say bad timing. Because we got reports that Thargoid attacked some of our Vessels, even some of the Farraguts. We were all the time on high alert and everytime on our stations in our Section, if another attack accured. Altough we were stationed at in the Core systems. But the high staff ordered every vessel to be on high alert and ready for an xeno attack. The days pasted and pasted. We had some days, which sometimes consisted of getting to the firing controlls and shoot down some pirates, who we encounter or other Idiots, who fly directy in restriced Space. Sometimes we had a high combat zone to deascalate, but it was monitaring the system the whole day. The really frustrating thing was the lack of gravity or magnatic Plating. I have to say it compromised my skills and my overall montivation. But after two weeks we got use to it. 3303 was one hell of an first year, all these different reports of Thargoid attacks and the whole tension were quite harsh. But than it got quiet about the Thargoids. After that it was nothing more than patroling and deascalate high conflict zones in our stationary system. Some off duty parties and some minor cnficts in the crew but nothing more.

The Neo-Marlinist Crisis happend and everyting was going down hill for me. Now we had the Empire as potential Enemy again. After the Crisis I was redirected to the FNS Vengance. A newly completted Farragut-Battlecruiser, with state to the arc tech on board. After just 2 Months serving on that ship I got into my first capital ship vs capital ship battle. We were deascalating a high combat area as usual, we thought. After we jumped in and opened fire, a empirial Majestic-Class Interdictor suddenly dropped out of hyperspace and fired at on from the rear to our rear. Its was a chaos. The comms were so full with different calls and orders, that you could shoot your self. When you looked on the targeting Monitor, you would just see different beam of Lasers, Bullets, Rockets and smaller Ships flying from everywhere to nowhere. It was a mess. Just a few mintues of firing our guns, from the section I commanded, the worst moment happend, which you can imagine serving on a Space Battlecruiser. My Section got hit badly, debris shooted through the Front Wall and knocked out 3 of my Gunners. Shorty after the second and the third hit. During these strikes I got injured so badly that I was Hospital ready and knocked out. The shrapnell even pirced my right face (thats why the scar). The Recovery took just 3 Months but left me not fitting for duty. During the Recovery I was also told that 2 of my Men died and 3 were in a similar shape like me. Luckily I also was apointed to an Trauma processing training, helped me a lot. Atfer i recovered the only thing, which came into my mind to get a ship operating license and went to the Pilot Federation to become a CMDR. The Ship Training was a bit harsh in the beginning for me because of I had a little anxiety, afterall it worked I just had to move on slower than other Pilots and got my license on 5th June 3307.

And thats how the story of CMDR SparkofHero unfolds and a journey with new mysteries and Advantures begins and the story of Hadrian ended......