I was born somewhere in Liberty, not sure where, since my parents died not long after I was born. At least this is what I know. Anyways, I’ve been given into orphanage, but didn’t spend too much time there. I got adopted by the Harris family, who lived on planet Pittsburgh. Mr. and Mrs. Harris were DSE employees, and they had a son, Cooper, who really was like a brother to me.
We’ve been living together for quite some time, when one day Cooper came home late.He went on an escort mission with the DSE. Our parents left quite a whileas well and I was sitting at home waiting for them . Finnaly Cooper got home, but he was really angry and was holding a letter in his hands, saying our parents were shot by Xenos, even though the LN. ships were there to help, they couldn’t. Cooper didn’t belive that. His hatred was huge, and he left Pittsburgh and didn’t give any sign of himself for quite a while.
As for me, I became kind of like an orphan again. I started looking for something to do, some kind of a job. I got into the DSE for a bit of time as well, and soon, I bought myself a freighter and became a freelancing trader … My goal was to make a living.
One day, on my way back from Bretonia, I took the wrong jumphole and ended u pin the Inverse System. I’ve never been there before, and had no information on it … Eventually I found Iver Gordon Space Port. While my ship got refueled there, I’ve talked to others on the station. Most of them were Junkers.
They gave me a possibility to work with them, and might be accepted in their huge family. I decided to take the chance, and joined to a Junker convoy heading to Rochester Base. From there on, I made quite a lot of missions for the Junkers.
Nowadays, a member of the Junkers, I’m flying around in my faithful Pirate Train, the „Garbage Truck”. I know it’s not a five star luxury liner, buti t does the job. I’ve recived a message from Cooper not long ago. It seems like he’s still alive and is flying for the Rogues…
He has a plan to do something big and bad… I don’t really like the sound of it but we’ll see…