Zoner Ore Extraction Inc. Corporate CEO Bios

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"At the outer reaches of Sirius on the Corsair Homeworld of Crete, a man and a woman made a decision to leave their patron nation. Famine, pestilence and disease gripped the Corsair people as the agriculture failed to support an ever growing population. For the sake of themselves...and their expected child, they set out to the close Zoner base, Freeport 9 to find an adequate environment in which to raise the child." - Freeport 9 Resident

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***Name...Thomas Mellows***
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Thomas Mellows was born in 783A.S. on the Zoner Base, Freeport 9 from Corsair parents. The full identity of the parents are as of yet unknown, due to the lack of identification or any other kind of distinguishing item. These records were formulated after the Freeport 9 decompression in 801 A.S. which accounts for the loss of information. An effort to gain information on Thomas' parents led to a violent outburst, with an archivist ending up in the Freeport medical center for a broken nose. His residency at Freeport 9 lasted till he was 19 years of age and his documented departure was on the third orbit cycle of the second yearly quarter, 802 A.S. Thomas left in an old Civilian Eagle fighter. This fighter was once registered to his father which was in turn left to Thomas at the event of his death. No further residency was ever lodged for Thomas Mellows at Freeport 9.

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---Beginning Liberty Police Personal log No# 6182---
---Officer Jannis reporting---
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This is report 6182, Sirius Standard time....damn what day is it?...Monday the 5th, 804 A.S. Today was at best a blue milk run with little to no encounters for illegal activity. There were a few loiterers near Baltimore. Witness' claim they were preaching the Sirian Apocalypse, and the "harbingers" being some group called the "Nomads". Bunch of crazies if you ask me. Whilst doing some footwork on Manhattan I stumbled upon a vagrant at the upper levels. As ordered by my superiors I took him to the station for examination and questioning. God knows what these new tests are for, but he was there and I needed to clock in one at least. His name was...Tim?...no, Thomas. Yeah, Thomas Mellows. He had recently been fired from his freight job at Universal due to an incident . Incident being he broke his supervisor's arm for making a joke about his mother. Struck a nerve I wager. At any rate he is being held till morning. Going to see if I can direct him to someplace he can get back up on his feet. I guess you could say we all hit rock bottom sometimes.

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Thomas Mellows began his racing career in 807A.S. One of the few new racers who took on the unpredictable Arrow as his first ship. Tom saw his way up to the top 20 racers. More specifically the 12th best racer of the year. Thomas Mellows current record holds at 84 wins, 39 losses and 4 draws. Tom's career spanned a 2 year tour of the Dublin Gold fields. His career as a racer was regrettably cut short as his fighter was ambushed by Mollies when doing a free space race event near the south-west gold fields. Tom survived the encounter but his treasured arrow was completely destroyed. Seen as a kind of "Bad luck" Tom lost almost all of his sponsors and closed his race records. Docking bay 2 records show his last known destination to be somewhere to the north of Bretonian Space.

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***Beginning Freeport 10 Archive Retrieval***
***Name...Thomas Mellows***
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Thomas Mellows arrived at Freeport 10 on the thirty-ninth orbital cycle of the fourth yearly quarter, 809 A.S. Five orbital cycles later he requested permanent lodgings at residential block seven. Thomas Mellows proceeded to join the local security force for Freeport 10 nicknamed the "10/10". Thomas Mellows served as a simple officer for two Sirian Galactic years till he was promoted to Lieutenant. Thomas Mellows continued to serve at this rank for another three years until a rather notable incident. During a sudden influx of Bounty Hunters and Outcast visitors, Freeport 10 experienced a sudden, and rather expected, rise of hostile incidents inside the station. Thomas Mellows among many of his peers in the station's security detail were involved in an incident which led to the use of deadly force inside the popular entertainment establishment, Barrier Bar. The incident led to the death of the station's Security Chief. This led to Thomas Mellows being instated in his place as Security chief of Freeport 10. Thomas Mellows remained Security Chief for two and a half years until his sudden resignation. Resignation file shows marked as "Personal". Further investigation was deemed impossible as Thomas Mellows had already left the station. Record of departure was on the twenty-third orbital cycle of the second yearly quarter, 816A.S. Ship registered as the "Ticked Phoenix" A civilian "Eagle".

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...818A.S, the Zoner Ore Extraction carrier Beaconsfield. Thomas Mellows begins his recount of the last one and a half years...
This is my account of the last one and a half years as required for my continued employment in the ZoE, all records of my earlier years are kept in numerous reports from numerous sources attached to this recount...Now, to explain my sudden departure from Freeport 10. At Freeport 10 I was quite dedicated to my work, somewhat too dedicated. Regardless of this I managed to meet a beautiful woman who held equal to or less than the same affection as I did for her. We gained a repour and entered into a romantic relationship. This is where the trouble began. Some time after the Barrier Bar incident I was contacted by an outcast. This outcast was apparently related to one of the no-fire-zone violators that was shot dead in the Barrier Bar...he threatened not me but the life of the girl I was involved with. The conditions were my resignation as Security chief and for me to leave Freeport 10 immediately, most likely so they could hunt me down and kill me. Afraid for her life I resigned my commission and abandoned my post as Security Chief. I left the station without saying goodbye to her. Which I eternally regret.

I managed to reach Freeport 4 in Magellan. The ale was strong. I had indeed missed a good liberty ale. I hadn't checked my personal neural net mail for quite some time and the ale was demolishing my inhibitions at light-speed. Most of it was spam but I had received numerous messages from the same source...Freeport 10. I opened one of them and found that the outcasts had regrettably carried out their threat regardless of my following their instructions. They depressurized her unit...an instantaneous death.

I stayed in the bar for quite some time downing ale after ale. Things started to blur...the bar wouldn't stop moving and just before I started “showing the Corsair in me” on everyone in the bar...I passed out.

Now you must be wondering...why did we hire this emotionally unstable, drunk? Please...keep reading.

I awoke on a ship. My first thought was that the Outcasts had finally found me but fortunately it turned out to be a Zoner ship on its way to the Baffin system. The ship was a Zoner Borderworlds Transport owned by a man known as Xavier Triton. He had taken me from the bar floor and given me lodging for the extent I was incapacitated. We talked for some time on my intentions in life. After the death of the only woman I could ever say I loved I didn't have much to look forward to. Xavier gave me a choice, I could leave at the next base or I could continue with him and serve on his Home vessel, The Trident of Eris. Seeing as I had no options and I wasn't so down and out to accept death, I continued on with Xavier. I found myself amongst a community of people kept together by the ship they all had to work to keep operational. It reminded me of my Freeport 9 and 10 days. After a quick talk and some occupational assessment tests I was given the duty of operations officer. I was to oversee the logistical function of the ship. In other words I would be in charge of crew assignments and transfers. I served for a year as the operations officer onboard and it had helped to regain my inner peace after the events on Freeport 10.

Xavier approached me whilst in the middle of a crew report and asked me if I would consider a change in my responsibilities. At the time I wasn't adverse to seeing a change in my daily routine. Xavier went on to explain the situation at Bethlehem Station. The station had become all but lawless. Pirates and police alike used it as a battleground despite the declaration of the No-Fire-Zone. Xavier had witnessed this first hand on a brief business trip to Planet Erie and was not impressed to say the least. So he gave me the responsibility of taking my things and going to Bethlehem Station to get the station back up to Freeport standards, seeing as there was next to no one else who seemed up to the task. Many of the Zoners had turned their back on Bethlehem Station since it was constantly under the vice-grip of Liberty. I took the Phoenix and proceeded to my station, unknowing as to what I was going to encounter.

My arrival was welcomed by the older administrator of Bethelhem. He seemed like half a man, eaten away by the political pressure of all the house attention. I began by establishing my presence in the system and declared the No-Fire-Zone active and patrolled, several Zoners in the area joined my patrols and helped to make the station secure. A few engagements between pirates and some arguments between the Liberty Navy and the station was safe once more...or so I thought. One fateful morning I entered the Phoenix and proceeded with my daily patrol routine. My sensors read a Junker moored on the Freeport. This was in no way irregular but what happened next definitely was. A Liberty Navy Bomber came through the trade lane and demanded that the Junker be handed to him for crimes against Liberty. I was taken aback by this sudden declaration and asked for the pictorial evidence so I could comply with the request. The Navy pilot refused and declared that he would be bringing a fleet to further persuade me to hand over the Junker. In turn, I contacted all the forces I could to reinforce the No-Fire-Zone, although this turned out to be a moot point. The Liberty Navy descended upon the Freeport akin to a great beast descending on a helpless peasant, demanding the unconditional surrender of the Junker. I stressed to them the treaty of Bethlehem but they ignored me and again stated their demands...I refused. The Liberty Navy then went on to fire inside our space with little to no regard for our people living on the station. The Zoners in the area who were stationed to the defense of the No-Fire-Zone became enraged and attacked the Liberty Navy........

The area around Bethlehem was a sorry sight. Wreckage, and lost friends littered the area. Bethlehem had minor damage to it's outer structure, leaving leaks in the life support systems. It was a disaster. I became enraged by the sudden and barbaric attacks of the Liberty Navy. I couldn't do it anymore, I couldn't be responsible for this station knowing what gargantuan foe lay before me. So I docked with the station and advised the administrator to advise his people to abandon Bethelhem. Then I left....
To me it felt like I failed...When I arrived back at the Trident Of Eris, Xavier greeted me with a half smile. I couldn't face him at the same level, I felt like less of a man in comparison. He relieved me of all duties and gave me a luxury resident unit for some R&R. I thought about all I had accomplished in my life, which didn't account for much but a modest Security career, one paved in the blood of a loved one and the other paved in the blood of the ones who I had sworn to protect.

Xavier knocked on the door to my room and entered, holding a datapad. I arose to accept it and saw it marked from "Zoner Ore Extraction Inc."

It was a job request? A Zoner mining company? The message contained a section honoring me in regards to my work at Bethlehem. The thought of an honour confused me considering what I thought to be a dismal failure. I looked the datapad up and down. It seems they saw the glass as half full in this case, congratulating me for what I was able to save in response to a foe with almost unlimited strength....was how they put it in any case. For some reason they saw the redeeming factors instead of the emotional baggage. They saw in me the potential that they so desired. It warmed my heart.

I began my response with “When do I start?”...

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Regards,

Security Chief,
The Klondike, Shasta Oribital Skyhook, Baffin

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