I was born long ago. My father was a zoner pilot called Victor,and my mother was a corsair,named Garincha.
I was living in Cadiz for the first 5 years of my life. One day my mother was sent on a patrol, and she decided that she will bring me, on my first tour of space. When the docking ring was clear, I was amazed by the beauty of space. Since that day I decided to be a pilot.
I Voluntarily joined a corsair patrol in hostile territory in omega 5, at the age of 17. That was my first combat patrol, and my last in colors of the corsair movement. I was shot down,latter captured, deported to a red hessian base in dresden, where I got a new political education.
Soon, after my supervising officer saw my effort to become a hessian pilot, they sent me on more training missions at the outcost home world, Malta. That was in 800 ad. I got accepted at the pilot academy, graduated as best of my class of 804.ad. I was sent to demonstrate my courage against the nomads, to omicron 90. As the only survivor of the entire wing, I returned to omicron alpha, with the proof of killing a nomad-his brain, my first enemy kill.
After this event,no one ever tried to test my bravery, again.
In the next few years, I became a veteran of many wars that outcasts lead and are still leading in the entire sector of Sirius.
Because of my service, high command gave me permission to command the best ship ever built by outcast technology, the outcast destroyer. This large ship has been sent to long range patrols, outside of normal influence of the outcast-like bretonia space, and especially liberty space.
Sending such a large ship, so far from homeworld, high command explained as expanding our influence, and destroying the xeno threat in liberty space. They also want to secure the flow of cardamine and slaves in liberty and the border worlds.