Born Kiyomo Tatsuo Yamata to a mining family in the imperial districts, Kiyomo grew up in a relatively well off area. He wanted not for much and was quite content with most of everything. His parents had established a relatively reliable source of income and so they doted upon their only son. As Kiyomo aged, he spent more and more time around the docking areas, watching the merchant ships coming and going. He began to establish a love for adventure and would often sneak aboard tourist ships trying to "see the galaxy" he would explain.
       
By the time Kiyomo had reached young adulthood, his parents had saved enough to put him into one the larger star pilot academy's aboard their orbital. Armed with a quick wit and a love for the stars, Kiyomo headed out to the academy. Though the reception on his first day wasn't exactly as he had hoped he remained determined and buckled down.
     
 As his time at the academy continued, Kiyomo took a job as a traders assistant among the orbitals commerce section and began to sharpen his knowledge of trade and all things related. He used the income made to give back to his parents and keep up with the richer of his friend group at the academy.
       
When the day of graduation day finally arrived, Kiyomo and his family had a falling out. His parents had made an idea at some point to use him as a personal trader and transport pilot. Kiyomo on the other hand had already signed his jacket to an Imperial sub military group to explore the universe and expand the Imperial influence. Words were said that both parties would regret for quite some time, but Kiyomo kept his eyes ahead and chin up, looking ever longer at the horizon that awaited him.
       
Some years would pass with Kiyomo working as a Fleet commander for the sub group. He worked under the direct command of a general who's affliction for war was starting to cause issues with the others in the command. Kiyomo paid little attention to the growing concerns as he was finally living his dream. He had a command, He had a ship, He was respected, life was as he thought it should be. During one of his routine patrols he received an order to deviate from his designated course. After some thinking, Kiyomo followed his orders and changed the course to match.
         
This was the worst decision Kiyomo had ever made, as he would soon find out. As the frameshifts cooled, the two pythons and four clippers that made up the fleet, were pulled out and ambushed by a pirate fleet. Though the Pythons were equipped for combat, they weren't prepared for two anacondas running full force at them. After a relatively futile scuffle, the fleet fell to the pirates with most of the crew falling during the first few seconds of the combat. As the ships prepared to High wake out, Kiyomo noticed that some of the ships fly Federation flags. After some time the wrecks were recovered and Kiyomo brought before the councils, only to be told that they were ignoring his information and treating it as a declaration of war from the federation in that sector. Kiyomo fought and fought to gain a foothold to try and speak but was constantly shut down; until his former commander called upon him. He revealed that he had planned the attack and had used it to boost his position, after all there's no point in an aggressive military commander during a peace time.
         
With the knowledge that the loss of his friends and comrades was the cause of someone he had trusted and believed, Kiyomo finished his tour and hung up his fighter jacket to drink in the local bars.
         
After some time, Kiyomo came across an old friend from the academy who ran a trading company and offer him a gig as an independent operator. Willingly, though a bit buzzed, Kiyomo accepted and began again. He used his remaining funds and sold his Viper and bought a Type-7.
         
Years passed and Kiyomo dug himself a relatively successful life as a trader and tourist pilot. He made a majority of his money running cargo for his friend, usually consisting of Slaves. Now Kiyomo never gave the slaves much thought, "they're just people on bad times" he figured. He'd offer them all the help he could and make the transport as comfortable as he could. During his fifth year of this however, he came across a peculiar order from his friend. Leading out of his old home and orbital. Kiyomo accepted, after all it was just another job. He loaded the cargo and prepared to launch but something still felt wrong. A nagging feeling he couldn't quite place made him head down into the cargo compartment. That's when he saw faces he hadn't thought about for a long time.
         
Before his eyes was the worst looking group he had ever seen. It looked as if they were treated worse than cattle. Some were in less than clothes barely stitched and most were coughing and wheezing with the sounds of those on their death beds. But worse than all was that he recognized a pair of the slaves. Their faces shared the same slimness that Kiyomos had, and he realized that before him were his parents. Choking back tears he led them towards a sleeping cabin in one of the crew cabins kept empty. They explained that their company had failed and that they had tried to reach out to him for help but were denied access by the company, his so called friend. Kiyomo made what arrangements for his parents that he could on short notice and began to ring up the station he was to make the delivery to when he realized that the station was one he had never been to before, but one he heard of.
       
It held a reputation as a slave killer station, one where the slaves worked in terrible conditions until the day they dropped dead. Kiyomo felt a sickness he hadn't felt since his betrayal in service. He made contact with his, now slowly becoming less of a, friend. After hearing the news that Kiyomo had discovered his parents and was going to buy his parents freedom, he warned him that if Kiyomo refused to complete the job completely there would be repercussions. Kiyomo hung up the comm and prepared for a fight, running first to tell his parents the news. He burst through the crew doors only to see his parents lying limp, collapsed atop each other. He didn't wait, he rushed to the cargo hold to see if there was any that could answer what had ailed his parents, but as he opened the shutters he saw that a majority of the slaves had suffered the same fate.
     
Kiyomo wouldnt discover until much later that they had used this group as guinea pigs on a new weapon. At the time however, Kiyomo decided he no choice but to swallow his pain and prepare for a fight. When he arrived at the cockpit he saw before him ships that he had no chance to win against. Grabbing the console and buckling himself in, He did the only thing he knew. Fight.
     

     It wasn't much of a fight but he gave them all he had. From where he sat in his escape Sidewinder he saw his ship, what was left of his life in the Empire, what was the final resting place of his parents, go down in a plume of explosions and burst of fire. He set his course to an outpost in federation space that he knew and rested his head in his hands. He had lost everything. He had no home, no friends, no future.
       
As the final though left his mind he was reminded of all that his parents had taught him, and the memories of wanting to carve out his own future. He made a promise to himself,
                                          "None will suffer the pain I have, and none shall escape the vengeance of those harmed"