Born to a poor family on Manhattan, my mother Amanda Stone and my father Joe Stone raised me the best they could. My father trained me in self-defense and my mother in how to repair thing to working condition. When i was about six, my father raised enough money to send me to a public school, where from there my aunt Lora and my uncle Stig raised me on the eastern side of the city, my aunt worked as a banker and my uncle as a arms dealer. One day, i got a message from my mother saying that it was no longer safe to return home and to stay close with my uncle and aunt. A week later in the night, i was awoken by a gunshot ringing in the house, my uncle entered my room and gave me a data-pad which hand enough money for me to get a ship off of Manhattan. He also then gave me the key to his work shop. He left the room and locked the door, i went to the window and opened it for an escape, i ran and was about three blocks from the house when i heard a gunshot ring. i ran all the way to my uncles weapon shop, used the key and opened it. i found his old Hegemon and was full operational, i took my chance and left, ive been hiding among the Ralston Ice Field.

this ends log one