Name: Jules Fryatt Age: 43 Place of birth: Le Mans (Gallia) Status: Captain of the Nautilus Affiliation: Gallia
I was born on the streets of Le Mans, I never knew my father and I lost my mother very soon. She was killed by a few bandits that wanted abuse her. I had the luck of meeting some Zoners, I tried to steal food from them and they busted me, when they found out what I was they took me on their starship.
I was raised at a battleschool and due to my tallents I started as a fighter pilot on my 12 birthday, I escorted transport ships for many years and know and then went out on some missions for the Zoners. When I was 16 years old I was promoted to one of the highest ranks and became pilot of a gunboat. A few years later on a night in a pub, I was approached by a mysterious person, he told me that I was not a Zoner. I didn’t believed him and got in a bar fight, but the weeks after that I started to get doubts. So I went on investigation, thanks to my reputation as pilot I was able to find out more information on myself. I found out that I indeed wasn’t born in Zoner territory.
A few months later I resigned, I bought a transport ship, so I could be more free and live on my own. And I had also the possibility to search out more about my past. Some years later I was actually on a lead in Gallic Territory and I hacked in to their data archives. I found the information I was looking for, but unfortunately I got busted, I was no longer welcome in Gallia. The Zoners didn’t appreciate my investigation either and tried to track me down. So I started a new life with the Junkers, with the money I earned with trading I could buy a new identity (thanks to a guy who knows a guy…) and a ship. I stayed there many years upon the moment a Zoner named Zeke found out about me. He tried to convince me to get back to the Zoners and face trial, but the more we talked the more he started to appreciate me. And inevitably we became good friends, after that we even founded a base together, unfortunately it vanished. I didn’t saw him a while and I moved on with my life. I was actually quite a rich man at the time, and thanks to a guy who knew a women I’ve bought myself a way into Gallia, I was always fascinate by big and powerful spaceships. So I bought myself a Valor and named it the Nautilus, I must say I was stunned by its power.
At the point my ship was ready to launch I was contacted again by my good old friend, he wanted me to come work for him, he was researching nomad technology and he needed his back covered. So I traveled to the Omicron systems to help him. It was good fun for a while until the point we got overrun by nomad forces. Since then I have no purpose for my ship anymore, but I like it very much. So I decided that I want to put it to good use and help my nation in defending it’s interests.