How i got to Malta..
is really a long story, but since i have the time, i will share it with you.
Me, Alejandrino Alvarez, most people call me Alejo, son of Alvaro and Chiquinquir? Sanchez, was born on planet Malta. Faith didn't wan't me to spend my childhood years there.
My mother, who was a born traveller and an adventurer, wanted to live somewhere else, but my father didn't quite agree with her. How would they survive without Cardamine? That is the question?
They smuggled their way in a cargo hold with a 2-month old baby with them, me, to Rochester base in New York system, a couple thousand miles away from planet Manhattan. There they recieved fake Bounty Hunter ID's, so they could leave the base and land on planet Manhattan. A new home for the Sanchez family. Little did my mom know, how much trouble it will be living so far away from Malta. The family had to have some Cardamine nearby at all times. That was a mission impossible to smuggle into planet Manhattan with all those police in freelancer cruising in the orbit, scanning everybody if it was the last thing they did. Somehow they managed to smuggle some in, just to keep them sane.
I was beginning to reach my teenage years. I was using Cardi since i was born, so i too, always felt the need for orange, more than my father and mother did. I was growing up, they understood my needs.
I eached the age of 28, i had my pilots license for some while now, i knew the space around Manhattan like the back of my pocket.
I cruised my way to Rochester base one day. I felt the need for Cardi and they had Cardi to offer.
I bought some units, had a few drinks in the bar, thinking how will i smuggle my way into planet Manhattan. I had finally come to the conclusion i will try a new manuever i had never tried. Fly so close to atmosphere, so that way they couldn't scan me.
I was ready to leave the bar, when i saw a group of people, hispanics, who where exchanging some money and but there was not one unit of Cardi, that should be exchanged. I walked closer, tryng to hear what was going on.
They were saying something, as going back to Malta, as they cannot live so far away from home no more. I left.
Orbiting Manhattan, succesfully evading the police and all others, landed near the Liberty sleeper ship, took an Air-Train to my part of the village, got home, used some Cardi and then it all started.
I couldn't sleep that night. I was thiking of those people who were trying to reach Malta, their home.
Home, i asked myself again. What is home? Is Manhattan home to me? Is it home of my parents? It's not, they were born on Malta. But so was I. So, even though i have lived in New York for the most part of my life, i felt a bond beetwen Malta and me. This bond was tightened when i left Rochester base that day.
I looked for that smuggler, trying to get some information about him, but nobody wanted to cooperate with me. I was on the verge of breaking. I was undocking, when i saw a pirate train getting closer to Rochester. I scanned him. You should see my eyes when i saw a cargo full of Cardamine. I opened a secure comm, when i heard a known voice. It was that guy, the smuggler.
I had to beg him for a meeting, i even gave him 5,000 credits, which was alot for me those days.
We finally agreed on a date. I had to wait for one more week. He was going towards Houston, for some live cargo, slaves, headed to Malta, to work on the orange fields.
What did my father and mother had to say, me, leaving Manhattan. They said nothing. They knew I was more dependant on Cardamine, then they were, so they let me leave Manhattan without the feeling of guilt. They gave me their blessing and told me, to come visit them if I could have that option. I told them I will, knowing that wont be possible.
When that week finally passed by, i threw away my Bounty Hunter ID, sold my Starflier and bribed a Freelancer to take me to Rochester base, dump me in space in an escape pod. Someone will eventully come by.
The smuggler came. He beamed me up his hold. He asked me if i was alright, and if i have enough air, food and water for the long trip. I confirmed, since i stockpiled everything in this 2x2x2m square.
The journey was long, exhausting, slaves singing all the time, as they will be most valued on Malta as the orange plantation workers. They weren't crying, they were smiling and laughing for a brighter tommorow.
We entered Kusari space. Kusari police is known to be one of the finest pilots with those light fighters. There was no Naval or Police officer on duty that day. What luck.
We entered Tau-23, from there, to Tau-37. We stopped by at Freeport 10 for some food rations, fuel, water and oxygen. I was beginning to feel anxiety. We approached the Omicron Alpha Jump Hole. I saw some Outcast pilots through my window, i waved at them, they waved back, as they were saying, Welcome to Alpha, amigo.
We entered Alpha. The smuggler asked for permission to dock. He was granted. We had finally reached our destination. It was a sight to see, Ill tell you that. Coming from a place where you had to hide Cardamine to a place where it grew on land and you could pick it up, use it, without being worried of getting thrown into jail.
The slaves went their way, i finally left my escape pod and started to get familiar with Malta. I found out where you can get Cardi, almost everywhere. That is prety good actually.
I managed to do some missions with some of my new Outcast friends. We knokced down, vapourised and slayed some GMG, Bounty Hunter and mostly Corsair hull. You can't compare when a Corsair goes down or explodes into oblivion while you hear his last screams. It's exhilirating.
I gathered enough money to buy me a brand new Sabre, the best fighter in all of Sirius, in my eyes. I started doing some patroling in Alpha and Beta. I have encountered numerous enemy vessels, all of them have been engaged, most of them destroyed. Im not saying Im the best pilot around, I had my share of destructions.
Now Im mostly guarding the space around Malta, scanning possible spies and traders.
I have cooperated with the 101st officer, Izar Diago. He is the one who invited me into your organization. He told me, if I was to accept the offer I must write an application. And so I did.
I hope you will find my application most usefull and I will be accepted among your ranks.
Best wishes, Alejo.
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1) Why the 101st Outcast Guard?
When I got invited, it didnt take me long to make up my mind. I like 101st because of its RP story, as the first line of defenders of Malta and the fact all of its member are good in RP. I want to extend my RP capabilities, to the fullest or as much as I am capable of.
2) What are two things that you enjoy doing in real-life besides playing freelancer?
The two thing I enjoy most besides playing freelancer are playing footbal(soccer)/skiing(in the winter) and having an afternoon nap.(that sounds stupid, but I do it)
3) What would the last sentence of your autobiography be?
and I think I wont change a bit.
4) If you could be a fictional character (from a film, book, comic, etc...), who would it be, and why?
I would definitly be Superman. That is a clich?, I know, but look. You get to fly around all day, have supernatural powers, X-Ray vision, plus, you get to mess with Lois Lane.