As a lone child on the planet manhatten, i spent my days wondering the street looking for work, when i discovered i had a talent for fixings things, i spent most my early life around the shipyards looking for my lucky brake, 21 months ago when i finally got a ship i went boozing in the pink parrot, i got so wasted i lost my id and ship to the owner, in some weird card game called canouty which i still have no idea how i thought i could play.
As i rebuilt my funds i stole a ship and crashed in the asteroid field in omicron minor, as i drifted a lone pilot found me while blowing up the rheinland militry in the system he dropped me off at a bar on planet toledo when i overheard the ramberlings of a old drunk man about the mythical 13th tank regiment.
in a long forgotten conflict a lone tank regiment made their final stand against all odds, death was certain but the fought until their last sight of their lives. They held their ground as wave after wave of attack from a mysterious attacker, while the mist of mangled bodys and engine componants scattered the battle field there ammo became empty, As their last shell hit the ground, silence fell as the mangled corpse's drifted to the afterlife. There stand helped thousends of civilans make it to safty, but only few remember the valient effort of the 13th armored, their tale has died down overthe years but their mythical story will live on...
We may not be the best pilots
we wont change history
we will fight for beer
and hells teeth it will be fun
For we are the 13th armoured
yeah lol my first try at some back story any improvments plz comment and btw i know i cant spell lol =P
so i am a merc and one of the three "founders" of the 13th armored ( at this moment in time we are currently setting up the clan)
although i mainly take the back seat and try to do as im told by robbersdog and horatio ( the other two founders) as i am still learning to play, i do pack some punch and i hav big powerful friends to protect me hehe
