Eravate 2, Cleve Hub [16.6.3286]
A boy is born without father, and soon after is without mother. All he was left was his name: Jayce Newbury.
His life began as a street child like the many others at the industrial station. His life was hard and filled with petty thievery, squirrels between other kids and the occasional officer. Life was hard, but enjoyable. At 15 a local shuttle mechanic hired him, he taught him the basics of shuttle mechanics, how they’re built, how they fly, and most importantly, how to fix them. The man took the place as his father, although he never gave him much love. He took care of him, and kept him from the streets.

One day however, his life took a turn that would change his life forever. A shuttle had malfunctioned and its shield, flight assist, and other subsystems offline, scorch marks lined the ship and the canopy breached. It flew hard trough the station entrance slot leaving a trail of fire behind it. Heading straight for Jayce’s landing pad. It was one of his father’s pilots. Dead in his seat. The whole ordeal traumatised him, he had seen work accidents before, but never this bad. His eye was pierced by a piece of glass, from the side windows, his torso burned like roasted chicken.
The old man needed a new pilot however, he could hire someone in a few days, but that pilot did 20% if his shuttle trips down to the surface. Thus, Jayce was strapped into the shuttle, the old man behind him, and he was sent on his first trip to a planet’s surface. It went smooth. Very smooth. “You’re a natural boy!” He told him looking from behind his seat. It was that day that he was put in that seat every day, and given a considerable raise.

Business was stable and good for a few years, until he finally reached the age of 18, He had no intention to leave, but a terrible accident with one of the other shuttle pilots caused the company a great dept. It seemed as tough their lives of profit we're over. But alas, it seemed there was a race in the system, it had quitte the prize. He couldn't possibly win it in a shuttle of course. Thus with the companies remaining funds, They bought a Viper Mk III. And he got to fly it. It was an intensive race with some dirty drivers, but with his modified ship he was able to win by a hair. The money gave them stability again, but also gave him fame, and an invitation from the pilots federation. It was my gateway to the world of interstellar travel.

After training himself in the art of combat, he soon bought a Viper MK IV outfitted for bounty hunting, this way he made my first million credits. The fighting was great, but he wanted something calmer, and found his way to and old second hand type-6 outfitted for mining. This would become his favourite past time.

After having lived in the comfort of the Federation his entire life. He decided to pledge his allegiance to Zachery Hudson, and climbed the ladder that is federal ranks.