The story of Khaos is not so much a story of a man, but that of a series of confusion and unfinished stories. A life built on cliff hangers.
As an infant Khaos was found in an escape pod outside the borders of Crete's atmospheric dome by a local farmer and his wife who had emigrated there some time ago. Raising the boy became quite the challenge, as did trying to teach him a language and custom that they themselves did not use. Constant fights in school, persistant anger issues, and what seemed to be an endless escape attempt. The couple could do little more than watch as the boy brought ruin and dismay to their household. The final straw came when Khaos, who the small family had come to call simply "Dirt", brutally beat his older 'sister' with a seven foot length of black steel linked chain. The parents quickly had him taken to a mental institution from which he quickly escaped. The greater part of his teen years he spent mostly living on his own. Stealing to eat and mugging anyone who strayed too far from the safety of the main streets of Crete.
From the time he was old enough to fit in the cockpit of a fighter ship, with the added length of a couple of wooden blocks tied to his feet, he was flying. His first ship was a starflier, a local trader had become too drunk in a bar nearby and fell victim to Khaos' heavy black chain which he always carried with him.
From then on nothing held Khaos back. Flying from one planet to the next, most of his days were spent outrunning the Bounty hunter's guild ships. Life was good for Khaos. Or so he thought.
The day finally came when all his missdeeds caught up to him. When a Bounty Hunter star fleet had caught him destroying a trade lane in order to steal a cargo full of cardimine. Bad luck as Khaos would later blame.
The local militaries had quite the bounty on his head, but they were willing to give this missguided young man a second chance.
"Enlist" the Captain said to him "and serve the House militaries as a ground force medic for 5 galactic standard years, and we will wipe your slate clean."
The other choice was incarceration for a substantial number of years. The choice was obvious.
Khaos excelled in his schooling and served the house militaries as he promised but the strict military confines could not keep his mind from looking to the stars every night. The dirt and dust was no place for him. He belonged in the skies.
When the time finally came, Khaos was released from his military service with high honors and dropped off on the planet that started it all for him. Crete. Though now he was grown. He stood 6'0" but the width of his broad shoulders made him seem much taller than that. Dirty blonde hair cut short in the military fashion, deep blue eyes, and a face that seemed to have a perpetual stubble strewn about an unyielding scowl. He was strong as ever physically and mentally. He learned to take control of his anger issues while in the service and was a better man for it.
He began working odd jobs for the locals but nothing ever felt right for him. Until one day a man came into his current place of work offering a ship plus 500,000,000 credits for a days work.
"All you gotta do is rough up some zoners for me." the man said "you look like you can handle that." It sounded too good to be true.
Khaos took the job, jumped into the cockpit of the legionair and couldn't have felt more at home.
//(basic backstory, continued on Dirt Nap, in watering holes)
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