Only work for the good.
Jul 19, 2015 18:20:43 GMT
Post by CMDR tprdroid (WT) on Jul 19, 2015 18:20:43 GMT
I started my life on the desolate streets of Korana a decadent city on a northern land mass of the planet Varangia in the Miphifa system. Life was hard unless you were one of the wealthy elite. My parents could not afford to raise me by themselves and I was sold as a slave into an Imperial family and was used to carry out all the menial tasks that my owners would not deign to do themselves.
I vowed that this would not be my life for ever and at some stage I would get off this world and make my own way as a free man. This was not easy. I was frequently beaten for no other reason than that "they could", but with every beating I grew stronger, not weaker.
A chance arose when a trader came in from another world bringing supplies from the resource rich asteroid fields around Zeta Horologii 2. I was on May Port awaiting a courier bringing messages in from A. Lavigny Duval and saw an open ship, a massive Type 6 freighter, waiting there with its hatches open whilst a maintenance crew worked on repairs to its hull. I sneaked on to the ship clutching a bag of food that I had brought with me and after a search found what I thought was a safe place to hide. I fell asleep....
The first thing I recall after that was waking with a blaster pistol placed against my forehead. Needless to say, I did not struggle. I explained my situation to the pistol's owner, Commander Lexton and he smiled. He must have taken pity on this poor boy crouched in front of him and made a decision to take me on as crew even though the ship didn't need it. His act of generosity got me off this god-forsaken world and with him I learned all I needed to, about life in The Black and how to survive. I became a competent pilot and re-paid his generosity many times over with hard work and by watching his back.
He contracted a terminal lung disease from all the mining dust, but before he died he willed the ship to me and made me promise that I would only use it for good. I swore that I would and have up till this day only used my ship and skills for the good of others and to defend against tyranny.
I vowed that this would not be my life for ever and at some stage I would get off this world and make my own way as a free man. This was not easy. I was frequently beaten for no other reason than that "they could", but with every beating I grew stronger, not weaker.
A chance arose when a trader came in from another world bringing supplies from the resource rich asteroid fields around Zeta Horologii 2. I was on May Port awaiting a courier bringing messages in from A. Lavigny Duval and saw an open ship, a massive Type 6 freighter, waiting there with its hatches open whilst a maintenance crew worked on repairs to its hull. I sneaked on to the ship clutching a bag of food that I had brought with me and after a search found what I thought was a safe place to hide. I fell asleep....
The first thing I recall after that was waking with a blaster pistol placed against my forehead. Needless to say, I did not struggle. I explained my situation to the pistol's owner, Commander Lexton and he smiled. He must have taken pity on this poor boy crouched in front of him and made a decision to take me on as crew even though the ship didn't need it. His act of generosity got me off this god-forsaken world and with him I learned all I needed to, about life in The Black and how to survive. I became a competent pilot and re-paid his generosity many times over with hard work and by watching his back.
He contracted a terminal lung disease from all the mining dust, but before he died he willed the ship to me and made me promise that I would only use it for good. I swore that I would and have up till this day only used my ship and skills for the good of others and to defend against tyranny.