CMDR LOG: "Origin Pt II"
25 Feb 2020Allan Vanderbolt
REAL NAME: Allan VanderboltPLACE OF BIRTH: BD+41 1865
YEAR OF BIRTH: 3278
AGE: 27
HEIGHT:
WEIGHT:
GENDER: Male
BUILD TYPE: Average
SKIN COLOR: White
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blond
EYE COLOR: Blue
ACCENT: None
CMDR Log: STAR DATE 3304XXXX Location: BD+41 1865, Cori City
It started with a story. A wild tale of conflict between nations, a man seeking fortune and to carve his own way in the vast galaxy we call home, and a woman he wanted to do right by. It has yet to end. But this story is about me, not my father, and what I seek is to change the status quo. I can recall my father telling me of his humble beginnings, how he became an Admiral in the Federation, and how he married the mechanic I call mom. Still, with the humming of my ships beam lasers on cool down, the pull of Gs as I pitch hard to avoid the incoming missiles, my CORVAS reminding me that those missiles are the least of my worries, and the flash of burst lasers missing my cockpit by what seems a hair’s breath, I am worried that my father’s story and what he tried to impress on me is lost. I am here for the thrill. Fortune is for pirates and I pick my teeth on them as I am the scavenger of scavengers. As the saying goes, “There are only two types of people: wolves and sheep.” I am the wolf. When I am not hunting bounties, I am flying into conflict zones to prove that I am among the Elite. My father may be content with his desk job, but that isn’t for me. My reputation will be etched in the stars. For now I’ll be content with etching it in the side of this Anaconda’s hull. My moment of serenity is cut short by my wing commander’s comms, “Did you just burn a...”
I respond before he can finish, “If it looks like it, why ask? Besides, he caused my missile launcher to malfunction. Kind of a prick move. Thought I’d illustrate it.”
“Damn it CMDR.”