I am in the depth of space, floating between giant rocks in a screeching metal hull... the sights are great, but sometimes I think what will happen to me if I got crushed if I was rescued again frozen in an escape pod, and had lost my memory... so I record my story.. at least since I was born into space, the 29 October 3301, at Azeban City in Eranin... the day I had my first flight... as a licensed aimless, penniless and harmless pilot of the pilot federation.

Before not much happened... I was born on the Earth-like planet Azeban in December of 3265 with a strong body for 1G worlds, and motion sickness... went to school, did sports, hung out with friends, and got bored... when I had a penny I went up to Azeban City to see the spaceships and their crew dock and enjoy some true freedom in the relatively quiet inner Alliance space, the fit ones eager to run on the beach or hike on the mountains, the other ones, just happy to swim in the clean water full of fish, and breathe clean terraformed air. The guys in smart suits came for gourmet meals, and tasting of the famous Eranin Whiskey.. drink so famous across the galaxy that I could not afford tasting until I owned my second spaceship, an Hauler named No-Woman-No-Cry That simple life was a life of luxury, a luxury I could not appreciate, as I later realized before I made a small fortune... a fortune which allowed me to go almost wherever I wanted and see the world outside and allowed me to get closer to the secrets of space exploration and engineering, to see Sirius, the factory of the galaxy, Leesti, Lave, Altair, and the rare goods trade routes, Alioth the chaotic capital of the Alliance, but most of all I enjoyed Sirius, where the knowledge turns directly into streams of credits, sleek designs, and comfort.

Frankly, even before, since 3300, when the Federation started messing with the banning of the Eranin liquor and pushing a lot of advertisements to have us forget our real need for a good classy drink and of our pride of a seafarer's aquacultural society, I could not recognize my homeworld anymore and started taking night classes to become a pilot and go out of the Federation space. Though sometimes I go in their space for business trips, and I do not mind their high-tech stuff, I cannot stand their bigotry for long, and the warmongering even less.

After I sweat a lot in an overheating Sidewinder and Hauler cabin, I realized I could hardly explore any further than the Pleiades, and I could not save to upgrade my ship in Alliance space, so I went looking for fortune elsewhere. I did not want to use violence to make a living, but I had to use it to stay alive. After some time delivering documents between Sirius and Alioth, I learned of the rich Achenar Empire I tried other trade routes, mostly in imperial space, where I could save for a Type 6 and then my beautiful ASP Explorer, the Ambassador Sarek, which still takes me almost anywhere. With it, I started taking passengers to Smeaton Orbital from various systems nearby... Soon came the money and with it the expenses... It is a pirates infested area, and as soon as the business expanded, and I could afford a sleek Orca, I had to get an expensive armed Python instead and I held my ground until the civil war between Upsilon Aquarii Services (my 2nd tour operator) and Aquarii PLC broke out... Then I did some impressive exploration tours with some rich tourists or scientists out of Sothis,  in the hope of being recruited by the Sirius Corporation, but the business is a lot worse than it seems, after the Salome incident... However, after being in the deep space for a week with really annoying people, I went on my own, with the idea of mapping the colorado sector up to the imperial space.. maybe finding resources along the way, and opening new long-haul trade routes... but unfortunately, my underrated thruster could not land safely on a 6 G world full of precious engineering materials halfway... I crash-landed and was saved by an explorer from Synteini... I did not remember much when I woke up, but slowly I started working again with passengers and cargo and even helped Senator Torval to keep prosperity in this quiet part of the galaxy...

After surviving an ambush from federal gunships, which cost the life of an honorable ex-imperial slave fighter pilot, the Federation warmongers approach me and offer me ranks in their Navy... I do not know why... but maybe I will accept them only to see what has become of the cradle of humanity.. mostly corruption and hibrys...

I put my ships and my knowledge of the galaxy to the service of AEDC, there was always a need for rescue or transport, and when diplomacy failed I joined wars of independence from big corrupt powers and for freedom of commerce.
I thought I got old enough, but after a life among the rocks, I heed the call of the void again