*Takes a puff from his cigar and sips drink*

Crayterian Fleet Database Entry #F-1752 Wrote:

Name: Ilan Soto
Age: 43
Birthplace: Crayter
Biography: I was born in Crayter. In my late teenage years, I, together with my twin brother attended Colonial Military Academy, dreaming to become a marine one day. During the Profession Compatibility Test I've shown good results as potential Marine Engineer, so I've begun my training. Everything seemed so perfect back then, back to these days when everything flowed in normal flow. But all good things always comes to an end. Then, a Cataclysm came. Every marine was needed to deal with the panic and fear. In such desperate situations, anarchy always shows it fangs. I saw many terrible things back then. People, trying to get through guarded fences just to get close to the Sleeper Ships, and getting killed by guards. Mothers trying to pass their children to the guards to make sure, that they'll get to the Sleeper. The squad I and Lucas were in was responsible for one of the Sleeper's maintance during the journey. So, we were pretty lucky. We didn't needed any kind of applications to fill to get into the ship. I'm not sure for how long we traveled through space. Engineers worked in shifts, never stayed awake more than five days to preserve the usage of Sleeper's resources. I've been waken up only about five times. Then, we reached Sirius. I've been waken up for the last - sixth time. People were happy, believing that this brave new world will become our home. But there also have been other kind of thoughts. Human, as a race, doesn't like to share their space with others, nomads and homeless, as history shows. Lucas and me were the ones, who believed that we, as a nation, will never prosper in Sirius. So, once we got our chances, we left the fleet and decided to look for fortune in this new world. We thought, that it's better to be anywhere else, than being with Colonials. We were wrong. We were untrusted, "people from nowhere". Damn, some even thought that all this "exodus" is a part of Coalition plan to infiltrate Sirius. None of us could get job back then. So, we had to look for alternatives. And there was one. Once Lucas and me came to Liberty, we've got some news about a group of pirates called "Liberty Rogues". After some searching we found the people we should talk to in considerations of joining them. And so, ours, as the biggest scums in whole space, days started. For years to come we learned how to pilot ships, so soon, we got plenty much of jobs to do for Rogues: racketeering, pirating, smuggling. We forgot our roots, forgot where we came from. Forgot, that this is not the life we should live. And from time to time, Lucas was reminding this, but I've never listened. Lucas preferred talking over actions, so without my agreement, he'd never leave Rouges. If I just knew what future will bring us... I'd definitely listened to him. I've lost Lucas year ago. We got one pretty simple job. At least this is what we thought. We had to move some Bactrian for some guy to Coronado system, Barrier Gates Station. It looked simple as hell, and the payment was good enough. But everything was different. I'm not quite sure who the guy was, and what he did with that Bactrian, but it was pretty... persona non grata in Liberty. Probably more than all Rogues put together. Or maybe we were set up, maybe that was some sort of plan? In Colorado, we were ambushed by some Bounty Hunters. We used standard smuggling route - no lanes, no jump gates, but they still were there, like waiting for us. They even got us no choice, said nothing. Just started shooting. The Bactriand didn't stood a chance. We were plying through the asteroids trying to avoid their shots, but with every hit it was pretty obvious, that we won't make it. We lost our shields, some subsystems were on fire. It was just matter of time. Once realizing that there's no chance of survival, me and Lucas rushed for escape pods. That was our only chance. I've entered my pod, and Lucas entered his, the one just in front of mines. There was only couple of seconds before the launch left. I thought that we're already safe. There's a big chance that our life pods would hide somewhere in asteroids and won't be found by hunters. Then, it all happened... it was just a matter of moment. I'm not quite sure what caused it... maybe that was one of the hunter's laser, which breached through all the hull, maybe that was some sort of malfunction. Probably I'll never know. Just before the launch of my pod, I glanced at Lucas through the illuminator. He smiled at me, shown his thumb up, probably trying to calm me down, telling that everything will be alright. And suddenly, his pod drowned in bunch of sparkles, some sort of explosion could be heard. I didn't realized what happened. The answer came just in the moment, when my pod started sliding down through the escape shaft. For the part of the second, once sparkles gone and smokes faded away, I could see my brother's escape pod's illuminator covered in blood. Lucas was dead. My pod successfully launched from the ship. Lucas' pod remained in the dying ship. Probably I'm just lucky guy, or maybe, it has nothing to do with a luck. Maybe, it's the plan of gods - to make me suffer in grief of my brother. To be free in some sort of way. But these hunters did not spotted me. I could feel my pod crashing into some asteroid, and later, when Bactrian became nothing but a peace of space junk, and hunters moved away, I've turned on my emergency beacon. I've been taken by some Zoner. Don't know his name, we didn't talked too much. Maybe, he had idea what kind of guy I was, maybe not. Probably, he just didn't care. He dropped me off in Barrier Gate's Station, the place I and Lucas were supposed to reach. I've tried to look for the guy, who was supposed to take the Bactrian, but I couldn't find him. As I said, maybe that was just some sort of plan I'll never understand. I've spent my year in grieving, drinking and looking for any kind of the problems in Barrier. Then, I've remembered how hard Lucas tried to tell me that it's probably time to come back to our nation, to our brothers and sisters, but I never listened to him. That was his will, the wish he wanted to fulfill for so long, but he couldn't do that because of me. Maybe it was my destiny. To return "home" in these kind of circumstances. To return to my people and do everything in their cause, just like my brother do. Do that as him. Do that as a real Colonial.
Relevant Experience: Engineering, on-board fighting.
Your reasons for applying to the Military: I've tired of these nomadic travels of mine. Me and my brother started pirating because we saw no hope that we, as Crayterians will have something we can call "home" in Sirius. But now, there's hope, and it's time to put my part in prosperity of our nation.