Born in 3269 on Tau Ceti, William Sones used to be a quiet kid, but now, the kid he was had dematerialized into the dark voids of where creation begins, and was replaced with a determination of iron, the grit of fortitude, and an ongoing passion for the place destiny had driven him. He was still young, and in his heart he knew in the long run his vows he had made to himself would soon come to bear upon him, and the feeling that time bore against him as he attempted to find a way to reach the pinnacle required to carry out his self-sworn duty and ultimate mission. Deep down he knew he would either succeed, or die, in his one long term goal.
Growing up on the surface of Tau Ceti he had always looked up at the stars in wonderment and envied those that had the means to lift off from this miserable, bastard existence under the Independent factions that held sway here. In the past his home was a strong supporter of the Federation, yet over time, it was taken over more by subtle bureaucracy and subterfuge than the hard clash of high tech weaponry; the kind of change that goes unnoticed until it is too late. The bastards needed to be dealt with in due time. That was a certainty! “The glory of old and the reward to support the majestic Federation once more would become a reality if only someday I could get off this rock.”, the thought that reverberated through him daily, and fueled his drive until one day, his opportunity presented itself in the most peculiar way.

TBC...