Having been told my birthplace was of lower standing in Dromi. All I ever really knew was the hard life working the line at the Maslo Manufacturing Depot on a non impressive small rocky world out in Chambo; that was, Home.

Life was hard and the federation was not too kind to us thick skins. Those that weren't wore thin and were "disposable."

One day a Pilot by the name of CMDR Tecnico had docked at the station looking to make a quick trade. Having stumbled into each other's paths we immediately found a common bond, he could see my hunger for more then the Depot can offer. Not being too keen on all the rules at that age he helped me stow on his brand new ship the beautiful Cobra MK II. Nervous as I was, being reassured with Tecnico's cocky demeaner and promises that "he knew a guy" within his flight school in the Empire that I would be all sorted. I never looked back.

Say what you want about the Empire, slaves or not they had value to their masters and not once have I seen them treated as harshly as the Federation treated us Thick Skins. Praise the Emperor, Praise Princess Aisling and Glory for Mankind.

I graduated the academy and am eager to set out, following in CMDR Tecnico's footsteps joining the Nova Navy hoping to prove myself. Joining the Academy wasn't as simple as I was led to believe but that is all history, what with the news of plant like Aliens who knows what's to come next.