Coriko Lameos was born on Freeport 2, Bering. His parents ran the equipment shop there. The equipment was substandard for most pilots to even consider, but it earn't a living.
Coriko didn't understand why they couldn't stock better until he was an adult, because of the hostility between Rheinland and Liberty, the Zoner Base in the middle had enough troubles getting supplies, so to apply for, and be supplied with, high grade military material, would be very difficult and dangerous.
He worked there until 23, when he became part of the LPI, he had become sick of unsuccessful trading, and just wanted to battle the pirates and rheinlanders, that had made his parent's business so difficult. He used his funds, and a high interest loan to buy himself a Liberty Defender, an outdated ship model, but, unfortunatley the best Liberty ship he had access to.
He would soon realise that it is impossile to enforce fines in such a ship, without asking for assistance. However, then the better ships, having done all the work, would also collect the reward. He learnt that these higher ranking pilots in their higher rank ships got there through one method... corruption. When Coriko was close to bankruptcy, he was offered a lifeline, a bribe. This person was not carrying contraband at the time, but it was made clear that he soon would.
500,000 credits! For simply looking the other way! This was beyond Coriko's dreams. 500,000, he could buy a good ship, and therefore actually be able to collect fines, this was his only chance. Be corrupt like the rest of the LPI, or make a stand?
Unfortunate for him that it had been a test, to seek out corrupt low level officers. Coriko was discharched from Liberty forces, and disallowed from rejoining. He was made a traitor, unfairly perhaps, but he had let Liberty down, and much worse, he had let himself down.
Being disbanded gave him a bad reputation with the other house forces, he wanted to help Sirius, but how could he? He was totally insignificent, he even applied for the RM, but, upon learning he had worked for their enemies, the Liberty forces, his application was immediately denied.
He still had his 500,000 credits though. If not for these he would have given up, he couldn't do anything to help his parents, or Sirius, without money, or a job. Not being able to legally fight, again there was little option. He could pirate, he could escort, or he could trade.
The X-shuttle was his purchase, this cost over 400,000 credits, which seemed like everything at the time. the remaining money he spent on cargo. he decided to trade passengers to New Berlin, as then he could meet his parents on the way. He would then take military vehicles from Gas Miner Naha, to Skikoku, before the final leg taking H-fuel back to the starting point, Manhatten.
It wasn't a bad run, it would earn much profit, it just took a while. But at least he could stop off at home, for tea and a chat with his parents. He would also pass onto them the spare money he had, but he was saving up for a bigger, better ship. They didn't like accepting his money, but knew that, if they wanted a better life, they had to.
After meeting a few traders and convoying with them, he learnt of other routes. His favourite quickly became the Boron/Berrylium run from Newark to Leeds. The profits seemed astounding to him! He made many friends along the way, but something inside told him that this wasn't his route. That he was still insignificant, and not helping to unite Sirius, or other people. He enjoyed this run, but was unable to see or support his parents.
His new friends helped him buy a Pecheron, a bargain for the money, but an ugly ship. He didn't enjoy flying it, couldn't beat pirates in it, and couldn't earn as much money as he would have liked i it. But it was a start, and a good one at that.
The money he was making was unbelievable, in only a few days, he had earned enough to buy a new ship.
The whale, sure, it has no guns, but could take a huge amount for its size. After a test flight, he loved it.
A short while after, he had earned himself more than he could ever use. He had even relocated his parents to Gran Canaria. they had retired now, and could finally relax.
Coriko had met the love of his life, Kathrita. They fell for each other as soon as they met, whilst they were both exploring in Omicron Delta, they ended up talking in the Bar on FP11 for hours. They were soon married, and she bore his child the following year. Fredriko.
He grew into a headstrong young man, at 18 he decided to be prepared to give his all, including his life, to help traders. Fredriko was a freelancer, not that he charged money for his services, although never refused offered payment. If he needed money, his father was happy to pay his way. After all, he was helping others, so in helping him, Coriko was too.
Coriko, now 49, could live out his days comfortably. He considered retiring, but one thing stopped him. He hadn't acheived anything above average... just a family and wealth. Who was he? - Still as unknown as ever, still as unaffecting as ever. Sure, he had a great family, and made his parent's lives much happier, but did sirius recognise these acheivements, alas, he had not acheived his life goal.
This was when an old friend told him about the traders guild. He could be part of something, something currently small, but which could grow to be huge. And he could help that happen. He immediately contacted the office of the Guild Leader, both excited, and worried. If this was unsuccessful, he would have given his last opportunity for significance away.
He explored for a new route, the tg didn't want to be doing the same routes as everyone else, they wanted their own special runs. He found just that, sure it wasn't profitable, but it was short and safe. Many complained that this wasn't worthwhile, but after fending these off, the guildmaster's decided to award him the importance and position with which he could help others, that he so craved.
Coriko Lameos was made the Capital Officer of Exports, in the traders guild. He would also require an office for this, something well protected, whilst large and unoffensive. A refurbished Prison Liner would be ideal for this, the Luxury liner perhaps prettier, and more comfortable... but this was for business, and not pleasure.
He was overjoyed when his son applied for the defense wing, a position that had both secure income, and would be helping the traders under his command.
His headstrong son had matured, become wiser, stronger, more relaxed, and a closer friend to Coriko then ever before.