Born in Haroingori to two scientists on holiday, our family moved to federation space to seek a more stable and central life while I was raised. Upon turning 16, I was taught ship flight basics and sent on a rite of passage of sorts through the galaxy to widen my worldview.
During those years in federation space, my parents had grown soft towards the federation (despite my mother being a stern empress' lovebird and my father a polarised pirate supporter). However, upon this galactic trip, I became disillusioned with humanity's politics, complications and suffering. Initially, after I'd returned near my 17th standard birthday, I sided with my father in the belief that it was all too impossible and as such we should all give up and do whatever the Raxxun we wanted.
After a few rough years of trying to find my way, I sided with my mother. I'd regained hope in stability and idealism with the glory of the Empire and it's 'fair' social system. At this point, I believed the federation to be too corrupt and warbound, and the independants/the alliance too relaxed to have any real impact. It was at this point (near my 19th) that I decided to move out.
I placed myself at a quaint system by the name of Ninhursag; a mining/refining system. It was here I settled in to earn money in the mining freighting business. Here I found a passion for the stars and stellar anomalies with my rapidly improving flight skills. Alongside this, I discovered a passion in planetary mineralogy. With these in mind, I headed out to solidify my career by travelling to Deciat to improve my services as a courier/part time explorer.
Along the way however, this mineralogical passion led to the discovery of empirical mining slaves. I was under the impression that slaves were treated right and fair. But this didn't sit right with me. I felt shattered at the discovery of this. I decided to dive deeper and found layers upon layers of abuse, privilege and inhumanity in a system that boasted itself as the most humane option in the galaxy; a system which I devoted my entire hope and stability upon.
I nearly had a psychotic break. Luckily, I met a few nice people from a group called the Elite United Worlds. If not for the chat I had with these political idealists in the bar at Danny B. Mattisen, I would probably have gravitated back towards the ways of my father. My preconceptions of the Princess painted her as a mumma's girl. Spoilt and hopelessly naive. But I would argue that hearing about her truth. Her story. Her beliefs. Her fight. Those renewed the fire within me. Those saved my life.
I felt in eternal debt, as cliche as my life may be. I decided I would join these activists to work for the princess to create the Utopia the Empire was always depicted to me. And I've never regretted it once in my career.
(Besides, how could I not pledge myself to a faction controlling a sphere with the system cowini in it?)