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Part 1 - Early days See, I wasn’t born per se. That toxic, putrid shithole Deep Space Engineering so lovingly calls Pittsburgh was where I was concieved, that’s true, but I grew to a functioning form in a maternal replicator, in a medical facility on Fort Bush. The lack of mother’s contanct made me the cold bastard I am today - I guess the cheap Maltese whore slash amateur psychiatrist was (at least partially) right. I was a regular customer at one time, she had enough time to "study" me. I try…

When a nation is called Liberty, you can be damn sure it’s prisons will be horrible. And trust me - Sugarland was the biggest shithole of them all. It was a essentially a work camp - mineral processing, raw materials, alloy production - the lot. A giant, filthy smelter, ran by corporations and maintained by very cheap labor who couldn’t exactly quit whenever it wanted. I spend almost two years in there. I almost died twice, once from exposure to toxic fumes (because worker protection is expensi…

Now, you have to realize - in a world like the Sirius sector, stealing a person’s ship is considered to be similar to stealing a horse in ancient Texas back on Mommy Earth - if you’re caught, you’ll be swinging from the gallows. So, with me being an ex-con and all, I succeded in finding only odd jobs with some more or less shady characters, struggling to survive. It was like being back on Pitts, only I was a bit older, and far more experienced. At the time, I lived in a medium settlement on Hou…

Taking off was surprisingly easy. The authorities cleared my departure from Texas without any problems, and I had police escort for the short cruise to Battleship Mississippi. After I docked, they scanned everything, took some samples and the thingy with the duplicate computer data, and sent me to see agent Annie. “We have a problem,” she said as I entered the room. “The Rheinlanders want to examine the evidence first hand.” “Well, invite them to take a look for themselves then,” I replied. She…

Thanks. Not finished though.

I stayed in Rheinland for a few months, running cargo between systems, even working for the House government occasionally, running prisoner transport from Berlin to Stuttgart. Those were the good times - making money was easy, even with the constant pirate threat looming over the heads of the Rheinländer. During one such run, I came across a pilot with a callsign Black Arrow. We teamed up in a convoy and got talking about everything, and at one point I asked about his IFF tag, the PX. He explai…

I was out on the street. No money, no assets. I couldn't reach anyone I knew. There was no one to help me. And I was stuck on Kyushu. Gorgeous world, but still an ass end of the Kusari space. It was indeed the lowest point I had ever reached. It was time to cash in a few favors. First, I contacted a local smuggler with an offer: I'd transport a cargo of his to a Liberty system, provided he finds someone else to return his ship to Kyushu. He gladly accepted: working with the Knights gave me insi…