.:j:. Junker Congress Admissions

My name is Cole Collins, I was born on Freeport in Bering. I am 27 years old, my mother and father both work on Planet Houston, my mother as a teacher on Freeport, and my father as a mechanic. I was raised and trained in flight acedemy there, and I got a job as Bar Tender, and I earned enough money for a transport. I later then became a independent hauler, and was earning money to help my mother and father. One day I was going from New York to Texas, I use dthe Jump Hole in the badlands, on my way to Planet Houston, I was going threw asteroids and hit a rock and my ship was damaged. I got a base signal on my radar, which was Beaumont station. I docked there, and a nice Junker mechanic fixed my ship. I later undocked from Beaumont and headed to Freeport to my parents. ON the way home, I was thinking of Junkers, and of who they were. When I got home, I asked my parents who they were and my father said that my grand grand grand father was a Junker. Later that night, I told my parents that I wanted to follow my grand grand grand fathers footsteps and ask Junkers to join them.

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I am a third generation Junker, and have some souvenirs to show for it. My Family moved to Pittsburg just before i was born, and my life started soon after.

I remember my father taking off in his CSF to collect scrap metal, and thought, i'll have one of those oneday....But it wasn't to happen via my own plans



I first tried Pittsburg Organic and Scrap Recycling Facility (POSRF), saving up for a ship is not a walk through the holodeck eh!? I started picking up rubbish at 7, and eventually worked my way up to managing Scrap inventory, and productivity of organic recycling.



By this time my father had made considerable profit, and my family announced it was time to choose between Pittsburg, and and following them to be with the Junkers. I was so far away from even a CSV. I was lost, but space was to irresistable, Pittsburg looking like a dump anyway, i could not forgo this and we were off.



By this time i was 19. I remember flying into Puerto Rico to visit my grandfather, and his mighty Salvager, this was before he passed away. There were so many stories he used to tell me about his ventures in Sirus - Seeing the Salvager undock and venture out from Vieques Shipyard was a nostalgic memory of my fathers CSF, and i knew one day that i would board such an exemplary trustworthy vessle.

This is when i decided to fly for myself, in my brand new StarBlazer, and set out to explore, whislt my Father and Mother Boarded the Salvager to join my grandfather (yes i am an only child)