Dasanteki Shin was born to Akamora and Keto Shin 34 years ago on Planet Honshu in Kusari. Akamora was a Samura executive and Keto enjoyed shopping trips to New Tokyo and philanthropic causes. Keto would often take Dasanteki on trips to Kyushu to throw charity dinners for the poor farmers there. Dasanteki found these events strange, they were trying to raise money for the poor farmers, but the women often spent more money throwing the party, then they raised in donations. The parties were always lavish affairs in ornate ballrooms, with long buffet tables. Men with handsome suits and women in elegant dresses, that probably cost more than the farmers they were trying to help made in a month. Dasa also found it strange that he never saw any farmers at these grand galas.
Dasa enjoyed his time with his father Akamora much more. Akamora was Vice-President of industrial security for the Samura company, the backbone of the Kusari economy. Akamora spent most of his time at the Samura Corporate headquarters on New Tokyo, and Dasa was usually with him. There were times that Akamora would travel, and be away from New Tokyo from a months at a time. Dasa felt very lonely during his fathers trips. He would sometimes go into Akamoto's office while his father was away. All the office personnel knew Dasa, and let him have run of the place while the senior Shin was away on business. It comforted Dasa to surround himself with his fathers things, he read reports and periodicals from his fathers desk, he looked at charts of trade routes, and other companies facilities. Dasa also read almost every book on his fathers shelves, mostly texts on economics, politics, and security, Dasa quickly became fairly knowledgeable in the in's and out's of the galactic economy.
When Dasa reached his 18th year, he joined the KNF, not as a career, to be sure, but as an experience. He had not attended university, and joined the Navy as an enlisted man for a 3 year term, intending to add something to his resume, while deciding what to do next. Dasa was assigned to the ground crew of a Catamaran bomber, and he learned his craft quickly, demonstrating an aptitude that got him noticed. For two years Dasa worked on the bomber crew, and all the while he had been quietly working on his own little side action. With his knowledge of Samura shipping codes and procedures, he had been sending packages to the family farm on Honshu for two years, every two weeks or so.
In his two years on the bomber crew, Dasa had become a talented electrician and an expert on weapons systems, he had become well known for patching equipment together, and matching weapons from different origins into existing systems. With his two year assignment on the bomber crew up, he was posted to the Nansei research facility in Kyushu. He was put on a team working on weapons based on alternative power sources. Dasa's work progressed at Nansei, and he got a chance to work with lots of cutting edge weapons, and as while working on the bomber crew, Dasa continued sending packages home, although not as frequently.
During his time at Nansei Dasa took the opportunity to take flight lessons, a program open to the civilian and military personnel stationed at Nansei to gain their basic pilots license. While Dasa was able to pass the class and gain his license, he was by no means a good pilot, although he could get from point A to point B... with his autopilot engaged.
As his time in the Navy came to an end, Dasa was forced to decide on what to do, but he could not bear to chose. He went home to the estate on Honshu, and took a break. One morning, about a month after arriving, Dasa woke up, and walked out to the large hanger on the grounds. Opening the mammoth doors he saw them, all the packages he had sent home over his three years of service, laying there, in front of him. Dasa walked into the hanger and began to move the packages around. He would look at the label, and move it into a different section of the hanger.
For 3 weeks he did that, looking at labels and moving packages. It may seem like a long time, but these were big packages, sometimes requiring a magnetic lift to move. Finally, Dasa opened the first package, a huge one, over twelve feet high, and four feet deep. The next package was twenty feet long and two feet wide. Dasa worked for two months, opening the packages and placing the items around the hanger.
Dasa had been on Honshu for almost six months, and had finally begun to work on his project. It would take him almost a year and half more to finish, but when Dasa stood there in the middle of the night, looking at what he had accomplished, he was amazed. There in Dasa's hanger sat a Catamaran bomber. What was more impressive was that it was a Catamaran that did not exist. The ship was built completely from replacement parts, the parts had been taken from different batches and shipments, over a 3 year period, there was no record of the ship anywhere, and it would be imposable to track it down if someone tried. Dasa went to sleep, a deep sleep that comes with a great accomplishment.
In the morning Dasa walked back out to the hanger. Again the sight of his ship took his breath away. After gazing at the ship, running his hand down her curves, he walked to the back of the hanger. Laying there were 4 packages he had not opened, each on stood about eight feet by 4 feet by 4 feet. Picking up a crowbar, Dasa pulled away the outer packaging off the first of the packages. Inside was the distinct shape of a fighter weapon case. Opening the case, he gazed on the purple weapon in front of him, it pulsated, as though alive. He closed the case, and went to unpack the other three packages. It took two more days to mount the weapons on his ship, and he was done.
Two and a half years after Dasa had arrived on Honshu, he took his ship out for it's first flight......
Dasa's heart raced... he quickly hit the toggle for his counter measures, while at the same time banking his ship as hard as he could to the right. Looking out the left window of his cockpit, he saw the missile pass by, mere meters from his ship. The contrast of the missile streaking across the black star scape struck Dasa as amusing for some reason. Bringing his focus back to the battle, Dasa hit his engine kill, flipped his ship around, and let loose two mines. The mines slowly drifted back toward the Eagle, as they came into range of the GC ship, Dasa let loose a disrupter and set off the mine, destroying the Eagle in it's blast.
Dasa looked at the debris field for a moment, taking in the scene, before clearing his throat. "Ok Big Dragon, path is clear, lets get to Osaka before her friends show up." with that, the transport ship fell into formation with Dasa's ship. Together the two ships headed back toward the trade lanes. Dasa had been doing escort work for this transport ship for 2 months now, and while the pay was good enough, he was looking for something more.
Two days later, Dasa received a message from an old crewmate who had gone to work for the Gas Miners Guild in Sigma 13. The message asked Dasa to come to the Gas Miner Naha. Dasa thought about it for a few minutes, and decided to head to Naha.
Dasa had been going along fine, eking out a decent enough living, taking contracts for most of the Kirutsu in Kusari, as well as corporations in Rhienland and Liberty. He had developed quite a list of contacts in the Houses, and knew most of the security personnel and procedures for them. Aside from that, he had gotten quite good with his ship, it had become like a part of him, a feeling he had felt for the first time while he was building her, it had grow over the years, until he could not think of life without it. And so it went day in and out, month after month, until one day there came a knock on his door....
A dark man was there, he entered without asking for permission and began speaking without formalities, "You will join us, you have knowledge and skills that we want, we go now." Dasa had no idea why he should go with this man, but for some reason he felt compelled to comply, and so it went.