I was born on Manhattan in 800 AS to a slightly wealthy family. I have a younger brother. My brother and I were always messing around having fun, we were always happy with our lives. He would always keep talking about how cool the Navy is and how he likes it, I kept wondering what did he see in the Navy that was so good.
One day, I heard him talk with his friends about joining the Liberty Navy, at first I was shocked and upset because I didn't want him to do such a dangerous thing, but then, i asked myself, what if I join the Navy instead?
When I finished school I decided to go to the flight academy, I didn't tell anything to my brother, I wanted it to be a surprise...After a few years, my parents died in an accident, it was only my brother and me left...although he says he got over it, and that I am the only person he needs, I personally don't think so. After spending some time with him, I felt like it was about time to join the secondary fleet, soon after I joined, my brother somehow found out about it, but he kept it a secret, I was able to find out because like always, he's too noisy and kept talking about it with his friends...
One day, I was assigned to a squadron, while on patrol the other pilots were showing next to no respect for the Navy, I decided to apply for the first fleet...