Searching...
Results:[color=#33FF33]K. A. Revstacht
Loading: Kai Revstacht
Loading Full Details...
Biographical Details: (correct as of 817 A.S.)
Full Name:
[color=#33FF33] Kai Adlekrieger Revstacht
Year of Birth: 788 A.S.
Place of Birth: Wilhelm Stadt, Sud Viertel, Planet Hamburg ...
(various trivial information such as height and eye colour follow)
... Space Flight Details
[color=#33CC00]Ship:Combat Service Freighter
Criminal Status:None
Last logged location:Manchester
Days since last docked:1
Reaction Status: Independent Trader
Notes: Known to fly many routes. Seems to be a regular indecisive trader
You hear about all these heroes and how they change the galaxy and fight off alien hordes and all those wondrous tales. Quite frankly, I dont have any desire for that. Im more of a tourist in this vast space called Sirius, admiring the beauty of the dust clouds.
The beginning of my story is rather tragic, by most peoples standards. Our family lived on Planet Hamburg and my father was in the Rheinland Navy. He unfortunately got blown up somewhat when an alien took over him and the rest of his crew and they went off blowing Liberty up, unfortunately getting themselves blown up in the process. This left my mother and I rather planet-bound for a long time. I was only a young boy of 12 at the time, and even though the state became very militaristic and police-statey, they had sense to not conscript kids, and somehow the aliens left us alone. About a year after the whole Nomad alien affair, my mother died and left me to fend for myself. This was probably what youd call a formative year.
I got into a few criminal gangs but I wasnt one for the thuggery and all that. I was more the arty thief. I quickly built up contacts in the Hamburg underworld and there were many who werent all that impressed with me stealing from them. The police were the least of my concerns compared to rival gangs. Soon I was a targeted man for my skills and reputation. I found that my own gang was willing to let me do the harder jobs just to possibly get me killed as they were under more fire than ever.
Not too pleased about this, I stole a few ten thousand credits from them and went to one of my more trusted contacts and procured a ship. Off I was into space, free from my ties with the Hamburg-bound underworld.
As I said in the beginning, I have no desire to be a hero blazing amongst the stars, but rather get along with things. I decided to fly around a bit and found that the nearby dragon-neighbours of ours have quite the need for the alloys that are produced in Dresden. A few runs later with my little CSV and Im now flying a Ragnar Armoured Transport, quite a nifty ship with a big enough hold to hide things in. I do believe its time to now leave the safety of the two house systems and look for some more pretty space. Maybe Ill meet some people who need some sensitive items moved. Who knows what the future will hold?[/font]
Trading between the Rheinland and Kusari stations was all well and profitable, but was starting to become somewhat tedious. Once, halfway through the route in Sigma-13, I saw some ships flying out off the regular trade lane route into the cloud. I curiously followed to find a station hidden within the clouds. This was my first contact with the Junkers. They paid me well to dispatch of some Corsair ships, a job easily taken care of even in my freighter.
They welcomed me as a regular trader and opened their market to me. They had mostly scrap metal and salvaged goods, but also stranger commodities I had never seen before. The tradesman showed me an item called Synthetic Marijuana. It is apparently a drug that is the replica of a kind that was very popular all those centuries ago in Sol. He told me that most well to do colonies would pay well for this. I bought a few units and, after paying, he warned that if any House police caught me with this I wouldn't be let off lightly.
I didn't resent him for selling me contraband, if anything, it would open up new routes for me to explore. Luckily the system was quite and I made a slight detour back to Dresden, to a Red Hessian base tucked away in the clouds. They wouldn't pay top-credit for the goods, but instead had another commodity that was equally as illegal in Rheinland space, Blood Diamonds. The Kusari neighbours, however, welcomed these with open arms.
The Junkers here, I found, were repressed by the Hogosha, an organisation that held no love for me after the favours I had done the Junkers. I quickly made my way out of the system which was no longer welcoming my trade as easily as before. It was time to move on elsewhere.
