Kuba Zenon
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| Kuba Zenon | |
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| Origin |  Bretonia |
| Occupation | Freelancing |
| Affiliation | IMG |
| With the IMG | 817 A.S - Present |
| Born | 802 A.S. |
| Died | Still Alive |
The Trip
The year was 815 A.S.. The luxury liner "OSC Blue Skies" had just set out from the Leeds system to take a cargo of 3559 passengers to tour Sirius on a six-month long cruise. As it received the last shuttle ferrying passengers to the docking bay, the loudspeakers buzzed. "Greetings passengers, this is your captain, James Tillmann speaking. You have just boarded the finest vessel of Enterprise class in all of Sirius. But make no mistake, this vessels is a class all of her own! Now we'll commence our tour of Sirius with a little party. Refreshments and entertainment are located on Deck Nine, and you can get your keys to your rooms in the front lobby. Now let's have a good time!" Monika Zenon had been saving for years in order to afford this vacation. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. A six month long cruise around the entire universe, going to the busiest stations and the farthest stars! As the ship started moving, she took her son and her friends up to Deck Nine to get something to eat, since they had been sitting around in the waiting room for hours. Her best friend Kyriake and her had pooled their savings for ten years in order to afford a vacation for both their families, and finally they had enough money for one. Both of Colonial descent, they were unable to follow the rest of the "Colonials," as they had been branded, for various reasons... It had been a hard life, faced with discrimination, but they had persevered.
The Attack
Nine days into their voyage, Monika was with her son Kuba, and his girlfriend Alexis, as well as their cat Syd (affectionately dubbed "little fuzzy Siddy" by Alexis,) in their room on Deck Seven. Kuba was leaning back against the wall relaxing, and Alexis was playing with Syd, teasing him with a rubber ball. Suddenly, a crash was heard. The intercoms began to buzz. "This is your captain James Tillmann speaking everybody, it appears there's a slight problem. There are some Outcasts outside, but never fear, our escorts shall take care of them." Kuba sat up, jolted awake at the disturbance. "Mom, what was that?" "Nothing, honey. Go back to sleep." All of a sudden, the fire alarm broke out, signaling with its raucous buzzing that an external component of the ship had caught on fire and that the decks nearest to it had been set on lockdown. Unfortunately, that happened to be their deck, Deck Seven. "Miss Zenon, that doesn't sound like nothing," Alexis said. Suddenly, alarm bells began to break out all over the ship. An entire deck had been depressurized and all decks were being placed on triple alert. The monitor on the side of the room, near Kuba, showed Deck Six as being totally black, meaning depressurized. "Come on you two, we have to get out of here! Alexis, bring Syd with you, and hurry up! Don't bother getting your things, we have to go," Monika said hurriedly. Alexis grabbed Syd and Kuba activated the emergency override, opening up their door. They ran up the hallway, only to be met with a large group of people already waiting at the elevator, which had a capacity of only about fifteen people. "There's no time for this, c'mon you guys!" Kuba grabbed Alexis' arm and ran down the hallway to the maintenance shaft. "Mom, we can take one of the repair crafts and make a break for it! We all know how to fly, right?" Alexis and Monika nodded as Kuba kicked in the door leading to the maintenance shaft. They hurried down the ladder to the small deck that had a direct opening to outside the ship. Monika closed the airlock behind them and they ran up to their ships. There were only two. Monika and Alexis ran into a small CSV while Kuba went for a miniaturized version of a repair shuttle, almost like a planetary skiff converted for spatial use. As the airlock doors began to open, they saw the clear, dark skies of the California system and the Whitney Ice Field before them. bzzt... "Testing, is this thing working?" Kuba heard Alexis' voice over his radio. bzzt... "Yep, working fine. Hurry, we can try to escape to Planet Los Angeles' defense grid. Over." ...bzzt... bzz...
The Escape
They flew their ships out the opening, if a bit haphazardly. Almost immediately, a large red laser blast hit the tail of the CSV carrying Monika, Alexis and Syd. The ship wiggled around a bit as it tried to engage cruise engines, but to no avail. It was instantly bombarded with Pyros fire. Cruise disruptors and energy beams soared around as Kuba tried to engage the cruise engines on the small skiff, but to his dismay there were none. He activated his thrusters and flew off, leaving his loved ones and the doomed liner behind.
The IMG
Three years later, Kuba is sixteen and has "acquired" a CSV. He spent most of his time working around the old Battleship Hood, doing odd-jobs for the Independent Miners' Guild, the sworn enemies of the Outcasts. Eventually, he had enough cash and fuel to make his way up to Java Station and purchase a Spatial. He acquired himself a broken transponder and managed to set it to IMG identifications. He flew around and eventually purchased a Nyx and a Charon for exploration purposes, as well as the defense of his new home. After finding out that he was of Colonial descent, it seemed to him only natural to join up with the Colonial Republic and try and build up the fledgling nation... and to make sure that the Outcasts that killed his family would pay.
