Cmdr Rawnu | |||
Role Freelancer / Explorer | Registered ship name Hypatia | Credit balance - | |
Rank Elite I | Registered ship ID Imperial Clipper HY-22 | Overall assets - | |
Power Independent |
Personal content
Real name
Alex "Rawnu" Rawnuruodo
Place of birth
Sol
Year of birth
3274
Age
36
Height
179 cm / 5' 10"
Weight
70 kg / 154 lb
Gender
Other
Build type
Athletic
Skin color
Mixed
Hair color
White blonde (dyed)
Eye color
Dark blue
Accent
Earth European
Anyway, I then tried my luck with the Merchant Navy, which is not a governmental thing (it's the Federation after all...) but a private conglomerate of large trading companies. The one that took me in was Zurich Helvetica, still wondering how I got passed the test. Guess I can hide my inner emotional turmoil well enough, which isn't always a good thing, especially when it comes to building lasting relationships. But that is another story. With ZH I spent quite some time out in Alliance space. You can say what you want about the indecisiveness of the Alliance as a political union, but they don't suck like the Federation where everything is reduced to a cost-benefit ratio – or the Empire where you can become a frakkin slave. The ships are shiny though and the Marlinists have that old radical democratic and communal spirit that is close to me.
Once we were docked planet-side, small outpost station in the dirt but with lots of mineral trading, and a pirate crew attacked. Beam lasers, projectiles, and grenades everywhere, an utter chaos – until an Alliance special-ops team came to the rescue: the "Screaming Firehawks", a band of misfits like no other I've seen, but with hearts of gold (and some of their projectile weapons were using actual gold btw). As fate had it, their pilot was injured during the attack, I actually saved her skin, and so they asked me to aid them in getting to the pirate base. This was my ticket to some other life, or so I thought, and I took it. Well, turns out I was rather good at "that stuff" and was offered the opportunity to join them permanently.
But my mother fell sick back home, so I returned. What are we without family anyway, right? To care for her, I took up a desk job with ZH, which I could mainly do from home. Two years later she was gone, on a wonderful warm and mild late spring morning, the mountain tops blazing in sunlight. I left everything behind after that. Well, there was nothing to sell anyway in our commune, but I knew that this wasn't the life I wanted. Leaving the commune was hard, leaving Earth and the Federation on the other hand... I went back to Alliance space and joined the Firehawks for real. For the next five years or so, I was doing all sorts of missions with them: piloting, spying, search and rescue. They became another family for me. In the end, however, it was clear to me that I need to find my own way independently. It's a big galaxy after all and the rest, as the say, is my history as a freelance Commander.