03-16-2011, 11:00 PM
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I can't remember who I am, much further than I woke up on the Barrier Gate Station in Coronado. The only semblance of my past was the word Fletch printed on my flight suit. It's the name I've taken now, assuming it was my name before.
The people who brought me here were just a couple of freelancers. They didn't know much other than they found my pod badly damaged floating in space. They say I was in the midst of the wreckage of several ships. Through further questioning, it's safe to assume my last flight was a huge run in with the Liberty Navy, and I took down several with me. I don't know what happened before, but I know at least they aren't on my side.
I've managed to end up with a Bactrian after a lucky run-in with a drunk pilot. I'll be taking it out to a station I heard rumors of, Alkatraz. It's supposed to be a safe haven for a guy like me, with nearby potential for... profit. Maybe I can pick off a few unlucky traders, and make a new future to replace my past lost.
-Fletch
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