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| − | | name = Krismar Raag
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| − | | origin = {{House Link | Bretonia}} - [[Planet Cambridge]]
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| − | | occupation = Zoner Guard
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| − | | affiliation = [[Zoners Trading Consortium]]
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| − | | rank = Shipmaster
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| − | =Biography=
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| − | =='''Chapter I - Childhood'''==
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| − | Location: Cambridge Hospital
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| − | There he came...a beautiful baby boy, crying and crying. Little skinny kid. His father and mother were very happy.
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| − | after a couple of days, they returned home, to celebrate the birth of the child.
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| − | If the party was over, everyone were so tired and just fell asleep.
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| − | In midnight...just due to some kind of noise, the baby burst into tears...and cried very loudly
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| − | "Krismar, dont cry my little sweetheart" Said his mother.
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| − | 4 years later...
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| − | Very hot and sunny day,a little wind was blowing. Krismar and his dog Rex were playing at the backyard of their house.
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| − | Suddenly, the sun disapappeared behind a cloud, it went dark...started raining and
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| − | thunder was heard. At this time a black car stopped in front of their house.
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| − | three men in black suit came out of the car, wearing hats and glasses...this seemed very strange
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| − | They immediately moved into the house, one of the men took out a gun.."boom"..Krismar's
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| − | dad fell down...cluthing at his chest.
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| − | "Noo Paul...noooo!" Sarah cried and hugged her husband, there was
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| − | blood everywhere.
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| − | While tears were falling...sarah grabbed some important items as her purse, a little suitcase
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| − | with clothes, she ran into the yard and took Krismar, and then left their home.
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| − | ...A tragedy happened that evening...Sarah tried to figure out why was her husband killed..
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| − | also..she wants a vengeance.
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| − | They lived in hotel "Ritz" and Sarah worked at the local mall. Krismar was studying in a regular high school.
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| − | Krismar was at home, sitting behind a desk, drinking whiskey and thinking
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| − | about his life, soon he realised that it was kinda late, 10:00 pm, and his mother hasn't still come home.
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| − | He started to worry about that, watched out of the window..lights were flashing everywhere, hoping his mother
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| − | could show up in any second...the street was quiet, but finally he saw a car coming towards the hotel.
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| − | Until he saw two men in black suits coming out of the car...he knew what was going to happen, and ran onto the roof.
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| − | Shaking in panic and sitting on the roof...he decided to escape the hotel.
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| − | Krismar had no where to go, lived as a homeless teenager.
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| − | after couple of moths...
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| − | Walking at the suburbs, he felt safe...when it went dark outside, he went to rob
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| − | another store for food. After found a nice place to sleep, he started to eat his food.
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| − | Quietly munching...looking everywhere...hearing every little noise...he saw a shadow coming behind a wall..
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| − | "must be a Bounty hunter spy looking for me"
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| − | He tried to stay as quiet as possible, thanks to wearing dark clothes, he was not noticed, and he could
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| − | sleep safely...He sees bad dreams...wokes up sometimes in the night...and imaginating some
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| − | paranormal things...he needs help...a true family..and safe place to be.
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| − | =='''Chapter II - The truth'''==
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| − | Krismar woke up at the place he fell asleep. Having a thinking look on his face, he gets up,
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| − | and thinks himself
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| − | "Enough, it's time to find out what is going on, i can't run for the rest of my life"
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| − | Hour after another, it goes dark outside, Krismar figuring out a plan.
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| − | He's sneaking in the streets, trying to hide from everyone, at midnight he's
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| − | moving near The Police Department.
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| − | A BPA (Bretonian Police Authority) officer guarding at the front door, walking around the area.
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| − | "I have to do it, there's no other way..."
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| − | and Krismar attacks the police officer from behind and hits him in the head with a wooden stick.
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| − | trailing him quietly but quickly into a dark corner of the street, checking his pockets and finds
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| − | a plastic card with a code written on it
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| − | "This must be the key into the building..."
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| − | He also grabs the officer's pistol, a flashlight and goes into the building.
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| − | While sweating and being scared he keeps moving in a corridor.
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| − | The closer he gets to the end of the corridor the louder noises are going.
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| − | He sees flashing lights from a window into a room, whiel going closer he realises that it's a lab there.
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| − | He's passing the room and goes upstairs, gettin on to the third floor he freezes...signing the flashlight onto the door...
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| − | glowers it and whispers to himself
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| − | "Cabinet 107..police director..that's it.."
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| − | He managed to break into the room, paper stuff everywhere. He foraged all the shelfs, and finally
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| − | found something he was looking for, information of the investigation about his family.
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| − | Krismar's reading a bit of the following text and finds out that his dad was working for pirate faction(s), not
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| − | sure which one(s) but suspecting a group called "Mollys". His dad, Paul, gathered them
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| − | information about whatever they needed to. He had a bounty on his head, and a mercenary (Name: CLASSIFIED)
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| − | collected it. Although there's no information about his mother.
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| − | While reading this, Krismar's face is got a sad look, tears were falling. But the information he received about his
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| − | family and all that hunting made him satisfied. Still wondered....
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| − | "Why are they still after me...
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| − | =='''Chapter III - Leaving behind the bad life'''==
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| − | Walking down in the street of a suburb, having a laser gun in his pocket, randomly going towards..
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| − | step after a step...suddenly he heard a sound of many cars approaching towards him.
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| − | "Please..not again..."
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| − | He started to run faster than he ever has ever run before...trying to escape in tight dark streets.
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| − | Bretonian Police Officers following him very quickly.
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| − | He ran fast enough so he had a little advantage, while he was running and looking back he
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| − | tumbled on something, and blacked out.
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| − | The next day...He opens his eyes...trying to get up..
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| − | "Ouch...my back..."
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| − | "Easy there boy." Said an old man from the other side of the room.
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| − | Krismar was a bit scared...until he noticed he is safe.
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| − | "Who are you, why am i here?" Asked Krismar desperately.
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| − | "The name is Jonathan, just Jonathan, and i saved you from the police" replied the old man.
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| − | "....I...thank you a lot Mr. Jonathan, my name is..."
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| − | "I know who you are son, and i also know about your family. Your life is complicated Krismar,
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| − | local bounty hunters killed both of your parents, and now the police is looking for you
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| − | because you broke in to the Police Department, you know...all newspapers writing about you son." Explained Jonathan.
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| − | "Thanks again Mr but i should go and leave this city, i must go far from here, to find good and peaceful life."
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| − | "Yes, i know boy, i used to work for the government and i got some good relationships. I already called some agents to take
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| − | you into a safe place, they'll be here soon"
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| − | After 10 minutes, they hear a sound of a copter. Jonathan and Krismar goin onto the roof.
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| − | "But why are you helping me Jonathan?
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| − | "Because i knew your father very well, there's no time to talk about this, now go son, don't watch back."
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| − | Krismar listens to Jonathan, and enters the copter. He feels much better and safely...having a smile on his face..
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| − | "Finally something good happened to me."
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| − | =='''Chapter IV - New Life'''==
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| − | 4 Years Later..
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| − | Krismar was taken to Omega-49...to start a new life...completely new life.
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| − | After a very long trip, he found himself on Planet Gran Canaria.
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| − | Started working as an equipment dealer. He learned much about weapons and vessels.
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| − | Life was better on Gran Canaria, he earned nicely, bought a Mining Ship, and started to work as a miner.
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| − | Learning to fly a spaceship was hard, but he was tough. With experianced pilots he learned to fly quickly,
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| − | and mining operations began. Flying in clouds and asteroid fields were frightening him, fortunately, he flew
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| − | with a team. Relationships with the Zoners became better and better.
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| − | Suddenly..one day Zoner patrols received a message about an incident at Freeport 9.
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| − | Engineers, medics and repairing ships were needed, but the bases near Freeport 9 did not have enough
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| − | equipment needed. Krismar also went to help fellow Zoners. A Rescuing group launched as fast as possible
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| − | from Planet Gran Canaria. It was a long trip to Omicron Theta system. Finally they arrived at Freeport 9,
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| − | the station had been attacked, smoke and flames were everywhere. People who got hurt were taken back to
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| − | Gran Canaria. With help of The Order, the station was repaired, Krismar payed his roll there too.
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| − | After everything was fine again, Krismar was having a drink in the bar of freeport 9. Sitting alone behind a table.
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| − | Then, a man entered the bar, a man named John Chrichton (one of the zoners who founded the Zoners Trading Consortium).
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| − | He was looking around in the bar, finally his eyes stopped
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| − | at Krismar, then walked next to him, introduced himself:
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| − | "Greetings Mr.Raag, my name is John Chrichton"
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| − | "Hello Mr.Chrichton. What can i do for you?" Asked Krismar.
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| − | "I'm here to invite you to The Consortium" Replied John slowly.
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| − | "I see...well, im listening"
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| − | They had a long conversation, later Mr.Chrichton introduced other members of the consortium.
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| − | Krismar accepted the invitation and became a part of it.
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| − | In 4 months, Krismar had a family and wanted to enjoy his further life with his wife Jessica and his daughter Jane.
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| − | But...something made Krismar to come back...did he miss to fly in space? Work in a station? Probaly yes.
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| − | He joined back the Consortium now, and seems like he will never leave.
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