I was born on Earth in the year of 3282. I loved living there, but it lacked entertainment. I'd always watch space ships as they launched up from the local spaceport. One day, my mother and father were killed during an attack made by pirates. It infuriated me. Not long after, unable to cope, I started a fight with a group of cadets at the navy yards. While I was getting my butt kicked, a Fleet Admiral watched the fight. Afterward, he walked to me and said to me, "You fight like you mean it. You have a deathwish. Why not join the navy and put that talent to use?" He winked at me as he tossed a naval academy badge to me. He further spoke, "See you there."

As he started to walk away. I screamed, "I have nothing to live for!"

He replied the last time as he walked away, pointing towards the stars, "Don't let your parents die in vain, kid."
I joined the naval academy soon after. It was hard at first since I was the shortest. I was always bullied, but due to my speed, I soon was one step ahead of them. I graduated at the top of my class! I was posted with the Capital Ship Alabama, a Farragut Battle Cruiser. After some years aboard the ship, I was transferred to the fighter wing and was promoted to a flight lead. We flew vipers like it was no tomorrow, but that changed in a single day. We were sent on a mission to investigate a missing outpost. Once we arrived, we were ambushed by a Thargoid interpreter!

A slaughtering of all the fighter squadrons followed. My wingman and I were all left of Alabama's squadron. We both were injured and our ships nearly scrapped. The Alabama slowly lost altitude and was forced to evacuate. Meanwhile, the interceptor took another pass at us. My wingman flew at it and detonated her nuclear payload. The resulting blast destroyed it. The shockwaves damaged my ship further. With nowhere to land, I crashed down to the planet.

We'd lost 4052 people as for myself. When I was rescued, I was praised and was awarded the honors of a war hero. I'd achieved, but it came at a high price, the loss of the best friend I ever had. She was gone forever. I bitterly accepted the high honor of the Navy Cross. My wingman too was post-mortem awarded a Medal of Honor. Afterward, I was promoted and was transferred to the Sol Defense Fleet.

I proudly serve to this day.