I grew up on a mining colony, we moved around to different asteroid belts in the black, following the markets, but we never settled down and were always trying to secure the big haul that would solve all the financial problems of a struggling community. Our community was forced to leave Earth in the old days because we did not fit in. We believe in a higher Organo-Techno power and could never allow the closed minds of those who controlled the homeworld to suffocate our consciousness or control our scientific agendas. In the early days we had a meek but honest existence in the belts, using astrobotany to provide our sustenance while we mined for credits that allowed us to continue our research. Our colony was green and lush, an emerald in the black, propagated with completely new species that we had designed. Then the dirty Federation attacked the colony and wiped out most of my family and generations of botanical genetic research that was going to end starvation for all. They didn't want that, there is no profit in life.
But I will not live the starved life of my parents who were too scared to stand up for them-selves and kept running, I will ensure that the Federation will not strangle the potential of the outer-world colonies, and I will ensure that they are held responsible for stifling the pinnacle of Organic-Technological combination.