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--CommID: Bars.Michael--
-Application comm: A Junker Base, New York
Greetings,
My name is Bars Michael. I was born on Planet Honshu in the Honshu System, Kusari Space in 789 A.S. My father was mainly an independent trader, exchanging H-Fuel between Kusari and Liberty, but I do not know much about my mother. Father always cared for me and taught me how to do business and finance. As I grew older, I sat beside him, looking forward for money opportunities and negotiations between the two nations trading.
Everything was well for me until one day, we made a trip to Philadelphia Station, Pennsylvania System, Liberty Space. I was waiting for my father to return from the deal he made, but he never came back. I disembarked my ship to only find my father's suitcase, that is all. He disappeared as if he never existed at all. I asked around to see who was responsible. Some say it was a member of The Order who killed him, others say he had fallen off the edge.
A month later, I sold my father's transport and bought myself a Liberty Patriot fighter since I feared I could not run it on my own. I applied for Liberty Police Incorporated so I can receive the training and information to find out who killed my father. However, the third week of patrolling alone, suddenly the trade lane I was on just shut down. Soon, three pirates popped out of nowhere and demanded credits. I secretly called for back up, but no one came. At gun point, I finally gave up and handed over my father's earnings to them. They released me, laughing. Why had back up not arrived yet, I do not know.
After that one particular event, I quit the job and made myself a mercenary. I served as an escort most of them time to traders, both independent and corporate. Sometimes I received payment, most of the times the strong corporations didn't pay. At that time I was too weak to take on such huge corporations. Even with the few years combat experience I received with this job, I quit being a mercenary.
From here on out, I still only had the intention to eat and survive this hell house. Of course I wasn't enjoying it, but I just wanted to live. There weren't any other job choices to make, but to be a pirate myself. Isn't it very odd to start out as a trader, then a police man, a mercenary, and now a pirate?
So I've been pirating for awhile, avoiding my the police, who used to be my friends, and make a profit, not much, but still something to survive off of. But while pirating in the Galileo, on my sensors, I saw two Liberty patrol fighters harassing one Rogue gunboat. The Liberty ships were once my friends and the Rogue was bountied by the government for a high price (from what I remembered back in the day). At that moment, both sides were at a stalemate. I knew I had to make a choice, but which one is better? Betray my friends and risk myself to a Rogue that will pirate me or attack the Rogue and be placed under arrest by the police? Most likely, I am the tie breaker in this conflict.
With rage, I flew into battle, squeezing the joystick hard, and open fired on the police. On the comm channels, I heard only my friends screaming in pain, moments later nothing to be, but scrap metal. As for the rogue, although he thanked me for the assistance, he still wandered why I was still in my Liberty Patriot. But before he could engage cruise engines and run off, I asked if I could join his faction. That was when he brought me in his crime boss.
As of this day, I still question my past actions and what went through my mind. I don't know. All I know is that I serve as a soon-to-be-a-recruit in Liberty's top crime faction. I've been pirating for a few weeks and learning more by each minute. My new friends shared most of the time with me, which I found odd, but willingly accepted. What I will find here, I do not know, but I definitely know that this is the last place to be, otherwise my life ends here and my father's work in vain. I can only hope to help me and my new friends live by thriving off others.
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