And that's the way things probably would have gone. A career with Interspace Commerce, working alongside the best in the business - my respected father and brothers. But that's not the way the world works. Liberty Rogues made sure to teach me that lesson. They disrupted a trade route, blew up the transports (one of which had my father and brothers), and didn't even bother taking the goods. An act of terrorism, pure and simple.
All I had left was my first spacecraft, my Starflier. I never intended to keep it for very long, just a little ship for in-system transit, but I was forced to use it to make a little money on the side. A job for the Liberty Police here, a favor for IC there, and soon I had enough to buy my Hawk.
That's where I am today - I've finally outfitted my ship with weapons decent enough to hold off the low-level pirates prowling around Liberty space. I'm now working much more regularly with IC, you can usually see me around Newark on my way to or from my latest job assignment. This isn't my end goal, though. One day, I'll have enough money to get a heavy fighter. That will be the day I can finally take the war back to the Rogues.