As with all tales, this one starts with a lone man trying to find himself. Pedro Romero wandered along the streets of Manhattan, staring at the heavens, wondering what it must be like to fly. Being a twelve year old boy, these feelings came natural to him. After passing through the government run schools, Romero felt he needed to go out and explore the universe. He took all the money he had saved up from the time he learned what money was, and bought himself the best ship he could find....a Starflier. He took off into the orbit of Manhattan, flew no more than a fraction of an inch, and was told to halt for inspection. By the time he made it to Fort Bush, Pedro was already fed up with the lawful side of living. It was at this point that he remembered his heritage. He was descended from survivors of the Hispania. With this renewed knowledge, Romero flew out to Omicron Alpha as fast as he could to see where he came from. As soon as he came out of the jump hole, he saw a Blue Lotus Syndicate pilot blow an Independant Trader out of the skies for refusing to pay for a liscence to deal cardamine, a drug necesary for Outcasts to live off of. Realizing that the BLS was as crazed as Liberty was, Romero docked at Malta and drank away his sorrows. He met the Jolly_Roger there and the rest is to be told...