01-14-2009, 07:32 PM
Autobiography of Kira Knight
I was born in a dump. My mama died. My daddy got drunk. He left me there, to die on the floor. In the middle of Tobaco Road. I do not know my parent's names. I was raised in the 'Knights of the Order of Malte' orphanarium on Leeds together with my 6 years older sister Mira. Mira left the orphanrium when she was 18 to find her fortune in Liberty.
I heard she met an LPI officer there and married him. When he was killed under mysterious consequences... a witness said by a man possessed by a blue squid... she also joined the LPI to support her daughter, Gwendoline. After Mira had left the orphanarium, it was reformed by the new Bretonian Queen, and at 14 I was forced to be adopted by a Gallian man living in Dublin. I escaped him with the aid of a Molly, and lived as a drifter in the Border worlds, where I learned to pilot a light fighter and got aquainted with many types from all over Sirius. As I was with a group of... friends in Rheinland space, I heard that Mira had been seriously wounded while being assaulted during a patrol in New York.
Using my contacts to get to Manhattan hospital within only a few hours, I arrived only in time to be with Mira as she died. Being her only relative and no other place to go to raise a child, I joined the LPI to take care of Gwendoline in an environment suitable to a child in Manhattan. While patroling in Manhattan, I was startled at some police forces' unwillingness to engage the worst type of smugglers and gangsters, sometimes cowardices, but still taking time to bully others. I was also contacted by a mysterious individual... 42|Hapy... with strange messages I did not understand about a certain 'Karlotta'. Only later, while investigating him in the LPI records, did I discover that he is the murder of my sister Mira. However, before I could take any more action, I was relieved of duty from the LPI under pretexts. Obviously, my persistance in tracking smugglers had interfered in some LPI officers 'private buisnesses'.
I was born in a dump. My mama died. My daddy got drunk. He left me there, to die on the floor. In the middle of Tobaco Road. I do not know my parent's names. I was raised in the 'Knights of the Order of Malte' orphanarium on Leeds together with my 6 years older sister Mira. Mira left the orphanrium when she was 18 to find her fortune in Liberty.
I heard she met an LPI officer there and married him. When he was killed under mysterious consequences... a witness said by a man possessed by a blue squid... she also joined the LPI to support her daughter, Gwendoline. After Mira had left the orphanarium, it was reformed by the new Bretonian Queen, and at 14 I was forced to be adopted by a Gallian man living in Dublin. I escaped him with the aid of a Molly, and lived as a drifter in the Border worlds, where I learned to pilot a light fighter and got aquainted with many types from all over Sirius. As I was with a group of... friends in Rheinland space, I heard that Mira had been seriously wounded while being assaulted during a patrol in New York.
Using my contacts to get to Manhattan hospital within only a few hours, I arrived only in time to be with Mira as she died. Being her only relative and no other place to go to raise a child, I joined the LPI to take care of Gwendoline in an environment suitable to a child in Manhattan. While patroling in Manhattan, I was startled at some police forces' unwillingness to engage the worst type of smugglers and gangsters, sometimes cowardices, but still taking time to bully others. I was also contacted by a mysterious individual... 42|Hapy... with strange messages I did not understand about a certain 'Karlotta'. Only later, while investigating him in the LPI records, did I discover that he is the murder of my sister Mira. However, before I could take any more action, I was relieved of duty from the LPI under pretexts. Obviously, my persistance in tracking smugglers had interfered in some LPI officers 'private buisnesses'.