Wolfram Kruppstahls career began as a simple Wachmann of the rheinlandic police force. Many and long days of duty made him not only an experienced officer, but also a good fighter and bomber pilot. Among the local criminals he was known as an efficient Mjolnir pilot, often leading disruptive operations against Rheinlands smuggler rings.

One could think Kruppstahl was an ordinary policeman. While that remains true viewed from the outside, this officer had quite a few mysteries to bear.

As an officer of the law, one gets to talk to shady people quite often. Kruppstahl got in contact with an agent of the terrorist organziation The Order. Curious, yet skeptical Wolfram went out of his way to research and finally visit the Omicron systems.

By now promoted to the rank of Detektiv, Kruppstahl took a few weeks off work to travel through the Sigmas all the way to the outer Omicrons. To fund credits for food, fuel and nav map data, he signed a short-term supply contract with the so-called Canaan Project, which turned out to be a research team watching over the sentient artificial intelligences of Gammu, a planet somewhere in the deeper Omicrons.

Upon returning to work in Rheinland, the Stuttgart system was sieged by a large armada of the Nomads. Of course, Kruppstahl was astonished by the beauty of the aliens, yet feared as Rheinland forces in Stuttgart were not prepared for an attack of this size. The battle took long, many rheinlanders have fallen. Amidst the fight, Kruppstahl was ordered to retreat.

Kruppstahl reported back on a police landing pad on Planet Stuttgart, but unknown to him, nobody was expecting him. Confused Wolfram was ordered to leave the landing pad as these were very busy due to the ongoing battle. Something was off though, as he noticed radiant activity inside his cargo hold. Instead of sending his ship to inspection, he decided to visit The Order in the Omicrons.

Arrived in Omicron Delta, the policeman was stopped and scanned by an Order battlecruiser, whose overseer advised him to dock on a designated bay of the local Freeport, to safely unload the Nomad remains. On his way to his destination, he had a vision of a strange installation inside a green nubula.

His next memory was of a woman in military uniform. She claimed to work for the BDM. Upon asking where he was, Kruppstahl was answered that he’s in safety and that he should rest for now.

Khada grew up in the slums of Planet Stuttgart. His parents were alcoholics, he swears he'll never be like them. In his childhood, he saved up for a telescope; he loves watching the stars at night time. A trade lane away lies Baden-Baden, a place of luxury and relaxation. A trade lane away, that's not a long trip for the rich, but a goal of life for the poor. Growing up, Khada worked underpaid jobs and saved up every month. He made sure not to get into the criminal scene, as that would mean he'd probably never be allowed to leave Planet Stuttgart.

827 AS - the political tension of Rheinland is noticable in the slums way more than in the higher-end districts. Street gangs have formed, neighbours break each others property. Khada is closer to leaving Stuttgart than ever, financially speaking. However, each and every traveling company is extremely busy; war is inevitable - everybody knows that, everybody wants to leave. Right now. Khada had to think about a smart way to get out, and he sure got one, but in retrospect, one that wasn't smart. Armed with a kitchen knife, the young man wrapped a trash bag around his body, stitched a few holes into it, and laid down on a street a few blocks away from home. Yes. In a trash bag. It took only a few hours until a local SAUBERSTADT™ robot vehicle picked him up and transported him and several other trash bags to the SAUBERSTADT™ logistics center in an industrial district. To this day, he has tinnitus from the engines of the ALG transport that picked him up. Once the ship launched, Khada cut open the bag and was glad to breath air again, extremely foul-smelling air, but better than none at all. Khada didn't know where the ship was headed, but one thing is for sure: He left Planet Stuttgart behind. Finally. And he was extremely lucky he didn't suffocate.

The engines stopped. Khada got extremely nervous - what could happen to him? The hatch of his cargo container opened, a manly voice echoes through the chamber: "There you are". Was he caught? Is he going to die? "I noticed you in the middle of the flight, what are you doing here, kid? This is dangerous." the transport captain explained, and in the end, believed the young mans story. The captain said that he has none at home waiting for him, he'll likely sit in the transport until the end of his life. He took out his outdated NeuralPad and transfered most of his savings to Khada to pay a flight to Liberty, land of opportunites, or so they say. The man asked for our protagonists name to enter in the transaction form. "Uhh..." there was a lettering on the outdated NeuralPad that was probably made in Kusari, and it said "Khada", and so was his answer. Leaving his past behind is important for Khada. He watches only ahead, the wanderer with no past.


Khada started a new life on Manhattan. He made his way up from the very bottom, his goal is "out there", and once its been reached, another one comes in mind. He travels the border worlds, accepting an odd job here and there for fuel, bread and drinks. He's free now, but still has to find his place in the universe.