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*Summers, Adrienne D
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*Summers, David
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Born: March 7th, 795 A.S. - Singers Sinai General Hospital, San Fernando City
Father: Summers, Richard J
Mother: Hayes-Summers, Yvonne R
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*Summers, Adrienne D
*Summers, Alan
*Summers, Alana
*Summers, Brian E
*Summers, Charlotte
*Summers, Craig S
*Summers, Dane J
*Summers, David
*Summers, Ellen
*Summers, James J
*Summers, Jason D
*Summers, Julian
*Summers, Kenneth H
*Summers, Lauren A
*Summers, Montana
*Summers, Olaf G
*Summers, Richard J
*Summers, Susan B
*Summers, Todd
*Summers, Yvonne R
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Born: March 7th, 795 A.S. - Singers Sinai General Hospital, San Fernando City
Father: Summers, Richard J
Mother: Hayes-Summers, Yvonne R
Current Occupation: Independent Trader - Captain of DL Series, Registry#09983654112 "The 101 Express"
Dane is the middle child of a family born to the calling of being Ageira Execs - including his father, and mother. It should be as no surprise that theres always a black sheep in every perfect family.
From early on, he displayed no interests other then friends, music, and fun. Schoolwork suffered, and in high-school, he finally dropped out. When kicked out of his fathers house for leaving school, he stayed with a buddy, and even worked a small job at a local restaurant. But it wasn't until he became hard up on cash that he made the biggest decision of his life - he joined the navy. for cash of course.
Hoping to gain some sign up money, and use it to stay happy & unemployed for as long as it could last, he jumped into the navy life with both feet. Showing an aptitude for being a mechanic, and nothing else. What began as hell on the ground during training quickly became heaven in space. As the one thing he'd been searching for all his life, he had found.
Dane is cursed with chronic, some would say terminal, case of insomnia - even as a kid, he found sleep elusive at the best of times, and only with alcohol or sleeping pills could it be combated, if even for a couple hours. Doctors could only prescribe more meds, but they rarely worked, and only in large doses - the after effects were harder to cope with. But it's something he had just learned to live with, figuring it as his own little quirk.
In space, aboard the Battleship Yukon, he found his first untroubled sleep ever. He missed reveille, got a stiff reprimand, and didn't even notice - he had found that most illusive and sought after of creatures - a good nights sleep. Something about space, or engines, or the vibrations and humming, that clicked together and produced an inescapable cocktail of sleep inducing qualities. So much so that the insomnia has flip-flopped into a very mild narcolepsy - On board ship, in a comfy chair, Dane will nod off without thinking about it.
In the end, it cemented his future in space, and having to kiss ground goodbye, he never even looked back.
Navy life was short and uneventful - but it taught him skills, gave him a nice sign up bonus plus back pay, enough to purchase his first starship once the walking papers were signed.
His first ship was bought used - an old, well worn, Rhino Light Freighter. It reeked of body oder, was rusted in too many places to count, had hull integrity issues around the cargo hold, the engines sometimes didn't answer the helm, and the throttle\control yoke's tended to get jammed. It was a heap, but Dane loved everything about it. The horrible creaking of metal whenever it broke atmo', the pilots seat that didn't recline, with its cracked and faded vinyl, still shedding stuffing. Even the horrible feedback screech from the comm equipment when a stripped wire got a little too close to something it shouldn't.
He wanted to name it Heaven, but with ship registries being so much, he just affixed his name to the IFF, and figured heaven was a good enough name as long as nobody knew.
Since then, Dane has become a regular sight in Sirius, especially in his hometown of Planet LA - he runs cargo all around, for whoever needs it shipped, and his friendly demeanor floods the comm waves of passing traders. That is, when he isn't asleep at the conn, running circles through trade lanes in New Tokyo. His hate for pirates is only eclipsed by his frustration with the Liberty Navy and Liberty Police for seemingly refusing to do anything about them - he has a little bit of fame for nearly starting a riot over Manhattan, chewing the Navy out, and being fined three hundred thousand credits by a Navy Officer named Jimmy Anderson.
These days, Dane's ventures have paid off extraordinarily - he now skippers a DL Series Border Worlds Transport, called "The 101 Express" - shipping goods alongside a couple fellow Bretonians, Lyle Seaver of the "Highland Star" and Finn McCool of the "Mac An Luin," as well as a Libertonian trader named Jack Burton.
but if you ask him, its not about the money.
It's about finding a good night sleep.