In the vast Sirius sector, Nova Blackwood was born on February 15th, 803 A.S. in Sheffield Station, Manchester System, into a family with a long line of esteemed bounty hunters. However, life dealt him a solitary hand, leaving him to fend for himself from an early age. He was raised in the shadows of space, surrounded by the whispers of his family's legacy, which became his guiding light and a lingering burden.
Despite his triumphs, Nova is haunted by the yearning for kinship and the absence of family. The memories of shared stories fuel his desire for a connection beyond the cold expanse of space. Yet, he remains resolute, embracing the solitude of his chosen path. Each dawn brings another opportunity to prove himself, to make his family proud, even if only in spirit.
With every pursuit, Nova carves a new chapter in his legacy, weaving together his tale amidst the vastness of space. The echoes of his family's reputation inspire him to push further, ever in pursuit of greatness. As he traverses the cosmos, Nova Blackwood remains a solitary figure, a testament to his resilience and unwavering determination to find his place among the stars.
GOALS
- To become one of the most renowned and feared bounty hunters in the Sirius sector, leaving a lasting legacy in the galaxy's annals.
- To unravel the truth behind his family's mysterious disappearance, seeking closure and answers that have eluded him for so long.
- To accumulate enough wealth and resources to establish his own base of operations, a sanctuary where hunters and wanderers can find respite and camaraderie.
LIKES
- The thrill of the hunt and the adrenaline rush that comes with each challenging pursuit.
- The beauty and majesty of the cosmos, finding solace in the quiet moments of stargazing.
- The art of precision, honing his skills to execute calculated and flawless takedowns of his targets.
- The camaraderie he shares with fellow bounty hunters, forming temporary alliances in the unforgiving void of space.
DISLIKES
- The deception and betrayal of those who manipulate others for personal gain.
- Being tied down or confined, cherishing the freedom of wandering through the stars.
- Losing a bounty or failing to bring a target to justice, as it reminds him of the fleeting nature of success.
- Authority figures who abuse their power, seeing them as obstacles that stand in the way of justice and liberty.
Months on the drift, zigzagging through Sirius like a ghost in the void. Every jump gate, every jump hole, they're the threads stitching this patchwork universe together for me. Started in Liberty, where the targets were tagged "dead or alive" by the suits running the show. The payday's sweet, but with strings attached. The hunt's the thing that keeps my engines roaring, even if it means brushing up against the line between the law and the long arm of the corporations.
The outer edges came next, the Omicrons—Alpha, Beta, and beyond. Corsairs in my sights, always on the move, each jump pushing me deeper into the underbelly of Sirius. The rules shift out here. It's a dance in the dark, where survival's more than just a skill—it's an instinct, a gut feeling that guides your finger on the trigger or your hand away from it.
As I carve these words into my ship's console, I'm struck by the tapestry of it all. Liberty's shiny towers, the Outcasts' rocky lairs, Corsairs' elusive trails—it's all etched into my ship, my soul. The coin's good and the satisfaction's even better, but in those quiet seconds between jumps, it's the infinite possibilities of the stars that keep me pushing forward.
So here I am, riding the universe's pulse, always ready for what's next.
Engaged with a Corsair gunboat today—a beast of a vessel, bristling with firepower and a crew seasoned by the chaos of the Omicrons. It was just me and my ship against their heavily armed war machine. The odds were grim, but that’s never stopped me before.
The initial encounter was fierce. The first barrage nearly took out my shields. I manoeuvred hard, evading their relentless onslaught while looking for openings. The fight turned into a deadly dance, their gunboat's turrets spewing plasma and laser fire, lighting up the void around us.
Every move had to be perfect, every shot precise. I weaved through asteroid fields, using the terrain to my advantage. Their gunboat was slower, less agile, but its firepower made up for it. My pulse quickened as I strafed their hull, launching shots at critical points. The damage rocked their ship, but it kept coming, like a wounded beast refusing to die.
Minutes turned to hours as the battle raged on. My ship's systems screamed for mercy—shields fluctuating, hull integrity compromised. But so was theirs. Bit by bit, I chipped away at their defenses, exploiting every weakness. I had to be relentless, pushing past the fatigue, focusing on the mission at hand.
Finally, the breakthrough came. A well-placed burst cannon shot breached their engine core. The ensuing explosion was spectacular—a fiery blossom in the cold expanse, scattering debris across the area. The Corsair gunboat was no more, obliterated by the relentless assault.
As I drifted amidst the wreckage, I felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. Another victory, hard-fought and hard-won. The Corsairs learned a harsh lesson today: in the vastness of space, even the mightiest can fall.
This kill will fetch a hefty bounty—the Corsairs have a price on their heads that makes these fights worth every drop of sweat and fuel. The payday will be sweet, a substantial boost to my bank numbers.