My name is Kyte, but of course you've already surmised this, I'm sure. I am the eldest of three. My sister Fyre trails me by 2 years and our brother Bru Haha trails me by 5 years. We were born, well Fyre and I, on Manhatten, Bru was grown, due to my Father's insistence on having a son to carry on the family name. The reason for the "y" used in our names was because every time mother told Dad she was "prego", he'd say "Why?" It was later discovered, by my Father that the chromosomes responsible for the sex of the baby is the responsibility of the male "donor". Not that I'd refer to my father this way. I loved the old man. He was the sanity in a universe of chaos.
I grew up, as most children do, wanting to broaden my horizons, to see new worlds and met new peoples and although my mother did her best to discourage this in my siblings and myself, I believe we were all bitten by the bug that had bitten my father many years ago. Father was a Trader, he moved minerals about Liberty for 12 hours a day and worked most weekends to support us. He never complained about his lot in life, preferring the hours and knowing his meals would be ready for him, his bed warmed and his kids safe at home, to that of a life of adventure, or so I thought. I once caught him going through his foot locker, when he thought no one was looking. There was a far away look in his eyes, but I couldn't see what was in there. I jimmied the lock later to have a look for myself. What I found inside amazed me.
My Father had been a pilot in the Liberty Navy. His medals were tucked away in this foot locker, along with his sidearm and uniform. I found his journal and left it undisturbed. I closed the locker and kept his secret. I never spoke of it while the old man lived. I'm not sure why I speak of it now, except perhaps to get it straight in my head. Perhaps one day someone might actually want to know a little something about me. I can't for the life of me imagine why. Yet... I feel compelled to write.
During a vacation to Luxury liner Hawaii, My parents' transport was attacked and destroyed by hostiles, unknown at the time. In an instant, I was an orphan, responsible for not only myself but two other lives, my younger sister and brother. I went to work immediately on the docks... the job paid well enough to support us and allow my sister and brother to finish their schooling. I worked three standard years to earn enough to pay for my pilots license and my first hop. Fyre and Bru decided to go their own ways... Fyre, joining the Navy for a short enlistment...she always was the fighter. Bru calls her the "pugilist", an ancient term referencing combat without weapons. True enough Fyre had seen her fair share of fights, normally defending Bru, but Bru himself was no slouch. A handsome young man, he wanted to make his fortune trading. Kruger Minerals provided him with the opportunity to do just that. He left Manhatten to find his fortune in the trading systems beyond Liberty. I miss seeing him as often as I was used to.
Fyre, not happy with the limitations placed upon her by the Liberty Navy, resigned her commission and set out to find a cause, any cause worth fighting for... she's a good girl...but her anger at the death of Mother and Father haunts her and drives her toward her own oblivion. Perhaps one day she'll see this, but I don't see it happening anytime soon. Fyre is still very angry.
I, myself have found solace in the stars. I've decided to become a Trader under the Zoners careful and watchful eye, I've developed some routes that are profitable and allow me to meet new people. I've recently met a friend, "Dizzy" I call her. She is one of the most unique spirits I've had the honor to call friend. Sort of a Matronly type... she watches over her "children" with an attitude that reminds one of a lioness and her cubs. Thankfully, she's seen fit to allow three "problem children" into her fold. We have all been working hard to establish the needed affiliations, thru bribing and missions to allow us to carve out our own piece of space. It is something of a dream to become a part of something bigger. I've not yet been to Baffin, but Bru has told me it's lovely. I look forward to seeing it and Shasta. I've been invited there for drinks, I do wonder what the future will hold, what with all the conflict and the Harvey's out there looking to dismantle every Zoner in sight. I do dislike them... I do indeed.