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birds of prey - Malious - 03-03-2013
Name: Malious Trey
Born: 788 AS
Birth Location: Freeport 9
General Description: 6', olive complexion, approx 220 lbs, green eyes, black hair showing signs of age by turning silver in small patches, Thin facial features with a squared jaw distinctive scar across his right cheek, Tattoos: Eagle on right shoulder, Hawk on Left shoulder.
Basic Background: Malious is of a mixed Bretonian (father) and Kusari (mother) heritage. His mother served as a local protector against attacks on the neutral base of freeport 9 should any parties break the neutrality agreements in the near vicinity of the freeport. His father served as an open military contracted freelancer for various house governments and factions. Malious was taught how to fly starting at the age of 14 through basic schooling and training, finally taking the stick of his first ship at 16. his thirst for flight was nurtured by both parents and he took it to heart.
At the age of 18 his fathers work caught up with him and finally both of his parents were shot in the nebula clouds in their home system. having been baited by an as yet unknown assailant. This fed Malious' urge to leave and hopefully one day find his parents killers. He left for a time exploring as he could and taking up escort jobs and intercept jobs in an old out of date Hawk given to him by his father.
He flew in constant service to none but his thirst for knowledge and the urge to find some sort of justice for his parents. He soon fell in with a group of freelancers from near to the bretonian systems who took him under wing and taught him to further hone his skills, becoming a fast friend of many of them and stunning more than a few with acts of either heroism or sheer stupidity. Work was ample in the Tau systems with the tensions between Bretonia and Kusari mounting. He soon found his niche fighting among the ice fields and soon found a sort of home at freeport 6 with the rest of his freelancing friends. Spending much of his time boisterously telling stories at the local bar on freeport 6 where he met Suria a young girl at the time that he took an almost immediate shine to.
He found that he was not leaving freeport 6 any time soon having developed many connections and friends in the area. He soon took Suria under his wing and taught her to fly as he learned it, though in notably more dangerous space. He stayed at freeport 6 until the year 815 AS when he took a job to fight off some of the Kusari military who were encroaching on Breton ships. it was during this particular fight that his ship was finally shot and destroyed by an as yet unknown Kusari pilot.
Malious floated in his escape pod amid the wreckage drifting in and out of consciousness for close to a week when finally a Breton military ship came along and identified his markers. He was taken by the bretonian military questioned under suspicion of possible war crimes and was finally released 2 years later on Planet Edinburgh. For the next three years he made the trip the the pennsylvania system by working for various cargo liners to secure passage and to make enough money to buy a new Hawk. From there he met various groups and people some he ended up owing debts to and others who he simply met and worked with.
He soon bought his new Hawk and christened it "Grey Wolf" in honor of Suria who had at one time confessed she loved the animal. He then started doing freelance work and has since made his way back to regions near freeport 9.
RE: birds of prey - Malious - 03-05-2013
A brief crackle comes over the recording then a few thumps on the microphone.
"Well here goes, figured it was time i kept a log of goings on and jobs I've taken recently. to better record my decent into lunacy and or rise to notoriety. One way or another, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I finally traded in my old hawk. Figured it was getting a bit rusty around the edges. I moved up to the Eagle and with time will be getting a roc, all luck withstanding. Problem is I took the bird out on a test drive and ran into a bit of a skirmish with two pilots in Rocs of their own recently. Damn near scrapped me before I could get away.. which for the record I did not get away. They beat my girl up pretty severely and ended up making me need to do a substantial amount of repairs. Suppose its a matter of getting used to her. Though I found much to my chagrin as I was practicing maneuvers out in Sigma 17 earlier there was a fair bit of outcasts that had it in for me. almost like I pissed in someones cereal or some such. Turns out they don't like me all too much. Guess it turned from them assuming I was a free lunch to me handing them their own asses to them downright hating me. Funny how in self defense you can irritate the ever living out of someone simply because you weren't kind enough to grab your own ankles and let em have at it.... Ahh well... all is fair in love and war i suppose..." Malious pauses for a moment. "note to self... irritate the hell out of Liberty and Bretonia and see if they want something blown up."
There is a moment of silence from Malious as the shuffling of papers is heard in the background.
"I think I got a transmission from an admiral recently... Ahh yeah there it is... going to have to reply to her later. all said and done this will be my first pilots journal entry. Figure ill have plenty of stories to tell in the near future. I'm not one for long winded good byes so um... yeah"
The log entry abruptly ends