Origin and Up to now story for Cmdr Drunk Irishman

           I was born Michael Westin on an Earth like in the far reaches of the galaxy. My parents were of Sol but didn’t want their child raised in the chaos of the bubble. Joe and Libera Westin packed up and headed out to the unexplored parts and finally found a planet worthy of Libera’s standards.
So, I was born on a planet full of life, just none like me. My father taught me farming, fighting, math, piloting, chemistry and more importantly, whiskey and beer crafting, the most useful form of chemistry. I had my first drink at 16, the age of which a boy begins the turn to manhood, according to my father. My mother taught me music, art, reading, writing, history, science, anatomy, basic first aid, and a multitude of languages.
At seventeen, my mother and father walked me to a cave far from our home and unveiled a generation one, Eagle.
“Son, this is yours,”  my father said. “She isn’t running yet, but I am going to teach you how to work on her. That way, if she ever breaks on you, you can fix her and get somewhere safe.”
For the next year I worked from sunup to sundown on that ship. In just a few months after my 18th birthday, she fired up. Dad then showed me how to fire the guns, jump from system to system, and fuel scoop. He also drilled me on several maneuvers, so that I would survive out in the black..
One night, as the air was starting to turn cold, the three of us were enjoying a drink while gazing out over the eagle.
“Tomorrow you will leave this place,“ my mother said as she filled my glass. “It’s time for you to go out amongst the bubble, and find a path that suits you. Maybe a nice girl along the way.”
Ending with a smile. Father told me of places to visit, things to beware of, and most importantly: “You can normally find work at the bars if you run into a dry spell.”
The next morning, the three of us loaded up my Eagle with supplies. Dad came over with the stills, I objected saying, “no you’ll need that, sir.”
“No, we won’t.” he replied “we aren’t staying here. We are going back to our house in Tanmark.” He walked over to the Sarvee,(most call an SRV, but as a child I couldn’t say the letters well so it became known as the Sarvee.) and pushed a button and out of nowhere this massive ship ripped down through the atmosphere. It was covered with emblems and had hash marks going down one side with the word “Elite” above it.
“Wait, what?”
Mom butts in, “Oh yes, Michael, we miss people too. I was ready to go back years ago, but your father said you needed more training. Here is our address, come visit if you’re ever around, but call a few days before, make sure we aren’t busy.”
And with that Dad shook my hand and Mom kiss a cheek, then slapped the other, as she always did to teach me, “with every bit of sweetness, pain is soon to follow.” We walked to our ships and off we went.
So I travelled the Galaxy, making runs here and there, doing little odd jobs for both Empire and Federation, and spending my off time in between at local establishments. I took on a crew for a while and one of its members became a good dear friend who enlightened me to the fact that my last name was Irish and gave me a lesson as to what that meant. And so Commander Drunk Irishman was born.
One Night, while sitting in a bar, this big burly figure with an odd looking arm came over and sat next to me.
“What are you drinking?” He asked.
“Whiskey on the rocks, careful though that dumbass bot will actually put rocks in your whiskey.”
A roar of laughter from the two of us rattle the bar, and we swapped stories til the bottle was dry and started in on another.
Finally the last bottle was dry, and the not so strange stranger holds out his good hand and says, “I’m Stryker.”
Shaking his hand. “I am The Drunk Irishman, but friends call me Mike.”
“I’ll just call you Drunk.”
Another laugh belted out. He tossed me a holo-card, that read,  “if you want some steady work, we can use you. We aren’t big but we are effective. With that we parted ways.
We would bump into each other from time to time and I got to know the rest of crew over several bottles of whiskey and too many bars to remember, a pack was forming.  Finally I pulled the card from my pocket and took him up on his offer. With that I found my path. Still looking for that “nice girl” but there will be time for that.