Nothing Ever Changes, Except Everything.
18 Nov 2020LLamaRama
My brother and I were born in Celaeno, the children of the war for meta-alloys and the colonisation of the Pleiades, our uncle used to say that my brother was born in the back of our parents old Lakon Type-7. If nothing else, it would explain why he always had the heart of a Spacer. Ever the industrious kind, our parents delivered meta alloys to the empire from the time they could get their pilots license, until the day a Thargoid took issue with their cargo. Reports from the distress signal stated that they tried their best to survive, but with no flak cannons and the Type-7 being the slow brick it is, well they didn't really stand a chance. The caustic substance ate its way into the escape pods before they even tried to launch. Our inheritance was supposed to be split between us, but a mysterious benefactor loaned my brother a sidewinder and a one way trip to the Pilots Federation Training Grounds. He left me everything, and I decided to hitch-hike my way around the galaxy to find a new home. I couldn't stand to look at that damn nebula that took our parents for another day.
That's how I ended up here, in Colonia Hub, working as a mechanic for that crazy cyborg bastard Jaque. It's been over 3 years since I saw my brother, and low and behold he pulls into Jaque's in an Asp Explorer - He was a different man. I asked him about his adventures since the day he left for the training grounds, and well, that's why you're reading this now. After hearing his tales, He's competing with Jaque for Colonia's most insane person. Too bad for Jaque that he isn't sticking around, they would have probably gotten along. I had to write down his tales, and so here we are.