I grew up in a small slave farm and freelance military operation on Mars, thinking I was worthless, less use then the mines I spent all day burying and un-burying. By the time I was 8 I knew how to shoot, use most loader mechs, and knew how to pilot an SRV and an SLF. From that point on I spent my days flying the sky over the base, patrolling the farm via SRV, or working so hard my fingers bled. I'd spend nights staring at the stars waiting for my chance to go be among them., At the age of 18, I stashed myself on a cargo hauler running from my previous owners, I saw a chance to sneak aboard and stow away, and I took it, it was that or I was gonna die on that rock, either blown apart by a mine, or shot to shreds in a corporate spat, They loved sending human debris to die, but that now was behind me the moment the landing gear disengaged, and the engine roared to life I knew I was free. At some point throughout the first day, I noticed a large portion of their shipment was spice and weed, five days later they found me starving hiding behind some crates - I'm sure it was the smell of weed (that I most definitely was NOT smoking) gave me away. After having a "lovely" conversation at blaster point I was put to work, went half a day more without food, the itch of the craving for spice burning through my veins, a month went by, of them feeding me, and weaning me off my blend of slave mix, (spice and mental stabilizers, a potent mix meant to completely tame a slave, leaving them at a point of mental breakdown, ravaging their mind and body). It mentally broke me; taking 18 months to rebuild me, to teach me so much again. Then at the two year anniversary of me stowing away, they handed me a paycheck, and like that I was part of the crew, no longer a dependent. For the next four years I worked for Ashlian and his crew of cargo haulers, working in Federation space, in Zachary Hudson Space to be more specific. I finally saved up enough money and left the Ruby Dream, Ashlian and his crew, got a pilot’s license, bought my first ship and started my new life.

Looking back now, I would have never guessed this runaway cargo hauler, would start bounty hunting, and get to Rear Admiral in the Federation! (I even have the Federal Corvette to prove it.) But that was so long ago, and with the NMLA bombing the shit out of everyone, and Zachary Hudson being the most "trustworthy" person in the galaxy, my co-Captain (and boyfriend), Emerson and I high tailed it to Imperial space. Working under Aisling Duval, I've made it to the place of Princess in the Royal Military. I've almost completely wiped out the Zhao Gold pirate Exchange, for that, and have rewarded me greatly, I finally have the money, and the ability to fly anything, and go basically anywhere, it's a good thing the federation, doesn't cancel flight permits for people who desert.