Bio + Logs: James Dublin

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Details:-
Name: James Dublin
Age: 27
Nationality: Bretonian
Height: 1.6 m
Weight: 210 pounds
Born: Planet Leeds
Current Residence: Enterprise Luxury Liner tagged DSE)Dolphin

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"I sit here in my quarters after a long days work thinking about stories of family and friends, work and criminality... I want there to be a record of my feelings about my past aswell as my efforts to move forward... So i've decided to do just that... Make a record... I'm gonna sit here and.. Well... Record myself...
*relaxes back into chair*

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I was born on planet Leeds to a family of miners and haulers. I was brought up in a very social "slash" family oriented atmosphere. Along side me in the apartment complex my father owned was of course my father, my mother, my older brother and my grandparents(my mothers mother and fathers farther).

I had a fairly normal life as a child. I would go to school a few times a week and then would go back to the complex to do my chores. I acted as a sort of handy man around the place while my brother, father and grandfather were away on their mining trips. My father had always tried to pass his and his fathers knowledge onto my brother and myself. He said we should always work hard and that if we did it would pay off in the "long run". This is why i was always confused when i would ask him to take me away with him when he went to work. He never allow me to go with them... He would always give me some excuse like it being to dangerous or would tell me that i needed to stay in school so that i could make something of my self. "For your family" he would say... This went on for years. Me begging him to take me and him turning me down like some sub par foreign laborer...

One morning during my usual pleading and begging it seemed something must have changed his mind as he let out a whimpering sigh, looked at me, and said "OK". That was it? "OK" he said... I couldn't believe it! He was going to allow me, his 15 year old son to go with him. I couldn't wait to get on board that colossal mining ship of his and get off of the ground(bear in mind i had never left the surface of Leeds before now).

So off i rushed into the bedroom that i still shared with my brother and began to pack the essentials. I didn't know what to pack... I didn't know how long i would be gone for or even what work we would be doing... All i knew is that we were going to work. That was all i had ever wanted. To work along side my father and the rest of the men in our family...

I emerged from my room a short time later to see just my mother and grandmother sitting in the dining area next to the entrance/exit onto the central hub of the apartment block we lived in. Looking at the two of them i could tell instantly what had happened but couldn't or didn't want to
believe it.

"They're gone?!" i i snapped questioning them both.

"I'm so sorry honey" one of them replied. I didn't know which of them it was as i was in such a state at the time. I don't know if it was shock or disappointment but what i do know is that i was angry. I hated my father. He was always one for a joke but this was just to much for me to handle. I utterly hated him for it.

Over the next few months while they were away i left school and got a job in some dank hole of a pub that was situated in a tiny ally in pretty rough neighborhood(had to lie about my age for that one. I don't think the landlord believed me but it's hard to find people to work in a place like that).
I spent the time working hard so that i could save up some credits and then when my father returned i could show him i could do the work, that i could pull my own weight in a working environment.

Everything didn't go to plan however. After only a few weeks i was being offered all kinds of drugs, being asked to fence stolen goods for all sorts of shady characters and eventually i caved in to these offers and became a wreck... A complete and utter mess. The one thing i had to show for my new life style is that i was loaded. Criminals selling contraband can get pretty desperate when they NEED to off-load it. Then i would just sell the stuff on at a reasonable price and make a tidy profit..

When my mother and grandmother found out about the drugs and the dealings i had been having with the people i had been having them with they gathered a group of my school friends and attempted an intervention. This however only served to make me pull away from the people i loved and so i moved away. To the other side of the planet in fact. With the money i had managed to accumulate in just a couple of months i managed to get myself a nice penthouse suite and even a pilots license. So now with all of the freedom i could want and the distant connections i had made in my home city i built myself a small criminal empire.

Looking back now this was a "low-light" in my life. A few weeks after i had gotten my mini-empire up and running i received a message from my father stating how disappointed he was in me. Nothing to apologize for the "joke" he had played roughly 6 months before, just his disappointment. All i could do to show my rage was reply stating that i hated him for what he had done and that he should never contact me again.

Roughly three years passed and i had managed to amass a near fortune dealing in drugs, ships, small arms and at some points even slaves. This all ended however when i returned to my office one evening and had received the following message...

(I managed to make a copy of the transmission later. I warn you it is uncensored and not for the feint of heart...)

+-Personal Data recording & Transmission Device-+
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---Incoming transmission, audio only---
Signal strength: Low
Location: Planet Leeds, District: Unknown
From: Molly Dublin
To: James Dublin


/\Incoming transmission
\/Awaiting answer
/\No answer
\/Taking Message

"James honey are you there?"

"It's me your mother."

"A man from the BAF gave me the details to contact you so i could send you this message..."

"James honey if you're there please answer..."

"It's your father... It's all three of them..."

"You need to know that he did love you. They all did..."

"Something's happened James, something awful..."

"Your father wanted to contact you before they went away on their last trip but your brother and grandfather told him not to."

"I've been missing you so much these past few years James..."

"I've never stopped loving you."
*a loud click is heard*
"Their ship James. It was found floating in an asteroid field..."

"It was decompressed..."

"The police said that their ship collided with an asteroid and that the decompression would have been over within minuets..."

"I can't help but think that if you were here..."

"We had a service for them a few weeks ago but i couldn't find you to contact you"

"It gets worse James, it's your grandmother, the shock of it took her from me yesterday"

"I've got no one left James..."

*sobbing* "I love you honey..."
*a single loud small arms gun shot is heard*
*a few thumps are heard*



/\No audio detected
\/Waiting for 60 seconds
/\End of transmission

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Upon receiving this transmission i was distraught. I didn't believe it, i didn't want to believe it. Nor did i want to believe that the BAF knew of me, let alone my contact details dammit...

I rushed out of my office, into the nearest elevator and headed for the top floor where i would depart immediately for home. As the elevator neared the top floor a feeling of dread overcame me. As though i was being watched (i had always had a good gut in-stink about some things). Sure enough, when the elevator reached the top floor and the doors slid open i saw two rather burly men standing in front of me, one of them holding a pistol pointed directly and purposely at me... I felt a sharp pain in my chest and then blacked out...

When i awoke i was handcuffed and laying on my back facing the ceiling of a rather familiar cell. I had spent just a few days in this cell as a youth and remembered the scrawling of madmen on the ceiling, walls and even the floor. Even though i knew i was in jail and would more than likely be spending many more days; if not the rest of my days in a cell, i was not worried. Not scared nor angry. I didn't feel anything. I just lay there staring at the ceiling.

After a short while a flap in the wall, situated at ground level next to the door opened up and a dull grey rectangular box slid through it, followed by a male voice shouting
"Enjoy, scum!" followed by another male voice saying in question
"Is that the cell with the new guy?" then the first voice replied "Yeah..." and then turned his attentions towards my cell and gave me instructions on how to open this grey box.

I knew what this box was... It was my breakfast, lunch and dinner. From what i remember it was a variety of pastes. There was grey... Which tasted like nothing else i had ever tasted or have since. The only thing i could think of to describe it would be a mixture of the elixirs they use in medicines, and liquid cardamine. It's safe to say that that one wasn't a favorite of mine. There was red which was by far my favorite as it tasted a lot like synthetic marijuana. There were a few others but none that i would note as they didn't taste of anything. (I know it seems strange that these meals supplied by the jail tasted like drugs but i later found out that everything tasted the same to me(the same but with different tastes that is...it's hard to describe). Years of using had practically killed my palate, but i would later get this fixed.

After what i can only assume was a few days(around 10 "meals") had passed i was awoken by an awful alarm. As i stood from my bed wondering what was going on a small section of the cell door slid aside and i saw a helmeted head peering in at me.

"Turn your back to the door an place you hands in front of you on the wall. You have 10 seconds to comply..." a voice, sounding robotic, possibly altered ordered me.

"What?!" I questioned.

"8 seconds!" the voice was much more aggressive this time.

I was in shock at this time. I realized the light in cell had changed from it's dull orange glow to a deep red pulse.

"What's going on here?" i questioned the helmet again.

"5...4...3...!" the voice now paused. Just for a second but as it did i took that chance in followed the orders. I turned around placing my hands on the wall.

"Well done!" this voice much more relaxed but still robotic exclaimed.

The alarm in my cell faded as did the harsh deep red pulse and i heard a clank as the cell door behind me slid open.

"OK now turn back around and take a step out of your cell"

I did as i was ordered and was then prompted on a long walk to what had to be the furthest air lock from my cell and then onto a shuttle. It was strange, i was un-cuffed, shoved into a seating area in the middle of this shuttle, and locked in. The space i was now in was maybe twice the size of my cell. It had soft seats and even a window (These might seem to be minor things to have picked up on but after even a few days locked up in a cell the sight of a window and the feel of a soft seat are like blessing). Looking around i noticed that there were maybe 15 seats in the room but not another person, although that didn't bother me. You could tell that this was a prisoner transport and so i would rather be in here on my own than with the sorts of people i had be associating with recently (Even though i had been working with these people for the entirety of my adult life i didn't like them, and had only been working with them as a means to an end).

After a few minuets i noticed a "Remain Seated" sign light up above the door i had been shoved through, and so i did just that... I took the seat next to the window and gazed out at the horrid landscape before me. Leeds. I couldn't help but think that i was one of the ones that was propagating this environment. If it wasn't stopped what would happen to this planet?
My planet... My home...

I didn't get much time to continue this line of thought tho as the shuttle moved away from the dock and began to climb through the atmosphere... Yet another moment in my life that i couldn't believe. My first time leaving the atmosphere of my home planet and it was going be in a prison shuttle... What was worse tho was that i wouldn't get to see a thing as the shields on the outside of the ship were closed and covered the windows entirely...

After a long flight during which i managed to get some sleep, and was in fact woken up by the ship docking. The door to the seating area/room i was in flew open and standing in it was a guard hold a rifle, my escort from earlier. Only there was a difference. She... Was not wearing her helmet. The first and only thing i got notice was her hair, long wavy chestnut brown it seemingly glistened under the sharp white light of the corridor she was standing in. I was astounded, shocked, gob-smacked... I didn't understand why a woman of this caliber would be working around criminals and vagabonds but at the same time was pulled further into her by the pure grit and determination i could see in her eyes.

"This way!" She ordered me stepping back and motioning for me to turn left out of the door.

I did as i was told and was then escorted off of the shuttle. After another long walk through some rather shiny and clean corridors we came to a large black door decorated with the sign i knew to be the blue white and red target of the BAF.

"We've got Dublin." i turned around and the guard was talking into her ear piece.

Turning back to face the door (before i got barked at to do so) i saw it split into four pieces from the middle and begin to slide open, each quarter receding into its given corner. Behind the door, before it even finished opening i saw a large room with walls whiter than anything i had seen before. Seats made from what seemed to be clear plastic; And at the far end of the room were 3 raised black platforms. Atop each platform was a black chair, each seating a person. Entering the room i could tell that the three people were fairly old. I was told to take a seat and did so.

>What followed was a lengthy trial in which i was basically stripped of all but the property i owned and the friends i had and sentenced to a very long term of service to Bretonia. I was lucky to have gotten off with what i did. Unfortunately i can't share the full details at the moment as they're still classified... One day tho i will update this entry to tell the fully story<

Immediately after the trial i was shipped off to some space station some where and then placed onto a rather large freighter where i was put to work. It was hard to begin with. I had sat in an office delegating for the past year and so it took me a while to fit into the working scheduled of the ship. Once i did adjust tho i became comfortable and was often praised by the ships officers for my hard work and efforts. I spent 3 years on that ship working my fingers to the bone until i received a message with the signature of an official stating that i was to be moved in one week to a mobile asteroid miner. This is what i had always wanted.

At first i thought this was some kind of elaborate joke that one of the ships officers was playing on me and so i carried on working as normal. A week went by and i had been questioning everyone to see if they had heard anything about this joke but no one had a clue. Deciding after the week had past and i had heard no more, that this was just some kind of joke i went to sleep that night resigning myself to the fact that i would be staying where i was. I wasn't upset as i was comfortable where i was. I had gained myself certain privileges aboard the ship as the majority of the officers thought i had more than paid my debt and reformed...

My last thought before falling asleep that night was that if i were to die now i would die comfortably knowing that i was no longer involved in those criminal activities and that i had gotten my chance to work hard and shown myself what i could do.

I was woken early the next morning by my bunk mate prodding me with something. As i woke i viciously grabbed at his hand and pulled him from his bunk above mine, sending him sliding across the floor and into the wall with a rather loud crash

"What the #@+! do you want Ines?" I snarled at him

"I'm sorry J it's just that there's someone here for you" he was stuttering at this point, i swear he nearly wet himself. In any case i looked towards the door where he was pointing to see the guard from all those years ago. Still with the same chestnut brown hair but short like a guys hair. She looked nothing like she did back then but i could still tell it was her. At this point i was expecting to feel the passion and the lust i felt back then, but no. Was incapable of those feelings after all the years? Or was it because she looked like a guy? I didn't know... I still don't know...

"All packed and ready to transfer to your ship Dublin?" She questioned me.

"Transfer? I thought that was some sort of harsh joke fro...." i was cut of mid-sentence...

"It's no joke, you have 5 minuets to pack then I'm off" she walked off down the corridor and shouted back at me "I'll be waiting at airlock 2"

And so i jumped(more like fell) out of bed and began to pack. Everything i could. As little as i could. I finished packing (I ended up with 10 pairs of bottoms 1 shirt and 1 sock) and made my way to the air lock. Sure enough she was standing there waiting.

"Come on then man hurry the ~@#! up we don't have all day" why was she in so much of a hurry. I didn't care... I was getting off of this ship and into mining! This was my dream. Although it wasn't quite the way i wanted it but still. Once we boarded the shuttle i was not shoved nor cuffed or shouted at. I was offered a seat behind the pilot and next to the guard in the cockpit. We un docked from the freighter and moved away. We traveled through a few systems and stopped on the edge of what i assumed was Cortez. The pilot the proceeded to move around to the side of the jump gate and into view it came, it was instantly recognizable even after all these years. The guard turned to me and held out some documents.

"These are your papers... Once you sign these your a free man and that ship is yours."

"I... I don't understand... I'm a cri...." again i was cut off mid sentence

"The Judges that convicted you are convinced that you have served enough time for the crimes you allegedly committed and as for the ship. Well your farther left that for you in his will. We had it repaired and have been using it while you have been otherwise engaged."

"I... I don't know what to say. This is fantastic..." i was over joyous at this moment in time. Not thinking about the crew that is needed to maintain a ship like that.

"Don't say anything, and don't thank me for this... It's not me that did this for you." i could see a look of contempt in her eyes. I knew she hated me for the opportunity i had been given here and what made it worse for her is that she thought i would waste it. She continued "We'll dock with the ship in a few moments and after that you're on your own... You'll find her in full working order and with all the equipment you'll need to get to mining straight away..."

For the next few moments i just sat and stared straight out of that cockpit window. Watching as that behemoth of a ship slowly crept under us. I didn't move until the point where we docked. Once we had docked however i took the papers, signed them(i still remember the smell and the crispness of those papers) and made my way across to my new ship.

As i climbed down the ladder into the top level of my ship i remember it was so dark i couldn't see the floor coming up towards me. Slowly but surly i climbed down until i felt my foot touch the floor and heard my heavy works boot thud against the thick tempered metal. At this point the hatch above me closed and the transport was gone. The silence was unbearable but at the same time was blissful. It didn't last for long tho. Within a few seconds the ships systems began to fire up. A small hatch opened up on the wall and out shone an almost blindingly bright blue beam of light.

As it tracked up and down my body i realized this was some kind of scanner... Sure enough i heard a computerized voice state "Scan complete, verifying identification.." at this point the beam of light faded and the voice continued "Identification verification complete. Welcome James..." Now the lights on the ship kicked in and i could feel the engines firing up. The voice now proceeded "Please make your way to the captains quarters and we will continue from there." I did just that. Asking along the way "What system are we in?"

The computer then replied "Cortez" and so i asked it to set a course for Leeds. It did just that. The ship juddered into motion and the noise that came from the engines was horrific. It was like someone had plugged and amplifier into a sun and then stuck it on your head... I'm still not used to that today...

Upon arrival at Leeds all i did was go back to my penthouse collect some of what was left and then gave my keys to the landlord and left. I spent the next 6 months mining resources on my own. The computer did most of the work for me. Again i was just delegating and then sitting back and watching the credits roll in. After a while tho, once i had earned enough to pay some wages i began to travel around Sirius visiting all the systems my father had told me about as a young boy. Picking up some crew members along the way.

Up to today, another 5 years have passed and i have gathered a crew of 11 hard working men and women. They're not quite the family i had hoped for in my dream, and i'm pretty sure if most of them knew my past they would be off in a shot...

After these few years working hard and making my money the right way, the honest way. I know now that i never needed to take the route that i took. If only my father hadn't babied me in such a way maybe i could have been there when it happened. Maybe i could have done something to stop it. Whatever the case i try not to think about it and instead focus 100% of my attention on the task at had...


//This is pretty much a first draft of this bio and is actually the first bio i've written and so i apologize if it's hard to read and for any spelling/grammatical errors. please feel free to pm me with your thoughts and any notes on grammar/spelling ect. Thanks by the way if you read all the way through...

//I am planning on extending/adding to this. That's why i have left a load of open ends here and there

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