Sebastian Goldig, born Rheinlander from Stuttgart, is a young and ingenious mechanic doing work and flying for the Junkers.
His parents, Stella Fichter and Matthias Goldig, a member of the LWB and a Zoner trader respectively are in a long-distance relationship to each other due to their 'jobs' and ideals.
Their son was raised by friends and relatives on Stuttgart until he decided to discover Sirius and took the first step towards his goals when he became a mechanic at Kreuzberg. Soon, he roamed through the systems with his self-rebuilt Crow, the Hugin.
His parents weren't quite pleased about this when they got word - but soon, they realized that their own lifestyle had had his influence on Sebastian's venturesome nature.
Always a tad worried about their son, Stella and Matthias are happy about any of his transmissions, even though they might show them just how deep in trouble Sebastian is - after all, they're a sign of life out of the vast space that is the Sirius Sector.
These are the logs of some of Sebastian's transmissions to his parents.
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Date: 816/12/12
Transmission:
Hey mom, hey dad,
got that last transmission of you this morning when I checked the Hugin's Neural Net inbox, mom. I'm sorry to hear Egon got busted by the RFP, hope he'll be out soon. Greet 'em cronies at Darmstadt from me, will ya?
Guess you'll not be happy to hear that I lost my last bits of cash yesterday evening in one of those casinos here on Denver - but fry me, I nearly got a jackpot!
Anyways, there's way too many mechs around here anyways so I really need to think of a way to get some credits rolling onto my Net account.
And nah, you don't have to worry, I know the Hackers always promise to get your Net all jazzed up, I won't fall for that, I'm a Junker and not that dumb, ya know.
Err, anyways, I guess I'll have to start out same as you did back then, dad, but I'll get my hands on some transport, freighters gimme the creeps.
just wanted to send you a short notice that you won't be able to contact me via the Hugin's Neural Net anymore.
I arrived on Invergordon yesterday and, after some searchin' 'round the bar, found someone willing to buy the old baby.
In return for the credits I got that way - and the ones from you, dad, major thanks for sponsoring your young one! - I was able to get my hands on the wreck of an old Train they got lieing around in one of the dry-docks here. Seems the engines and some hull panels are busted beyond belief, at least - as ya can hear - I got the comms to get to work.
I haven't decided on a name for that old lady here, but you'll reach me under the encyphered Neural Net address I'm sending you with this transmission.
This'll prolly take some time and I'll need to get some old buddies to deliver me what I need to Invergordon so I'll get that Train back on track.
So, all in all, you don't need to worry 'bout your son for once, the space port is quite the nice place, mostly Junkers here, some tradesmen hang out while they get their stuff unloaded, but it's kinda quiet compared to the other depots. I think I'll enjoy this for a while
Hope you're both safe 'nd sound,
Sebastian
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Date:817/01/01
Transmission:
Hey ya two,
wish you a most happy new year!
As I hear from the news and rumors around the bar, 817 won't be that much different anyways, but still.
Got your transmission dad, glad to hear the new apartment on Gran Can is that nice! I think I'm gonna visit you once I'm finished with this monster here.
By the way, seems this was 'n old Zoner freight train, I found some logs in the black box and a half-ragged hull panel with its name: the Diligence. Quite nice, huh?
I think I'll keep the 'D' from that plate and use it later. Think I've got my mind settled 'bout this lady's new name.
Heard a cool Outcast say this:
Wish ya lucky sevens,
long time no see, err, hear!
Hope you're both safe and sound, last message I got from either of you dates two weeks back.
Well, I'm about to finish the work on my Train. You know, that ship, I got my hands on, the former Diligence.
I managed to fix engine arrays, so they should be able to get that lady pumped up to cruise speed. Also, I got a Hacker to write me a special plugin program for my Neural Net so that I'm able to command all forward-facing turrets from the bridge without a gunner or the like. You know me, I just prefer being to myself on my ship, it's just more peaceful that way.
And, yeah I've decided on the name as well. The Draupnir will leave the dry-dock the day after tomorrow.
It's one of those ancient stories you told me back then, mom, remember? The one with that ring, creating himself eight times anew after each day. That should be fitting for such a lovely monster of transportation, heh.
I'll steer towards Stuttgart first, then set course to Omega 49. So, get in touch, should you be around home!
during all this time steering the Draupnir through space, I had quite some time to give it a few thoughts.
My life, that is.
Ye know, I'm making quite a buck 'n such, but 'em policemen're always looking for a smuggler like myself and there's quite a number of people not liking the Junkers. So, here it is, I've made up my mind about this, 'nd it seems this was long due.
I'm coming back home.
Not to you though, mom, sorry. Stuttgart just never was and still ain't a safe place for either of us, and if they found out who I was... bad times.
So, yeah, dad, I'll be seeing you at Gran Can. You should still have a room left at the house, eh?
And mum... you know, if you grow tired of fighting 'gainst 'em slowbrains in Rheinland - why not join us in Omega-49? It's awesome there, you know? I could even keep the Draupnir in some sort of shape so we'll all gonna enjoy the great skyscape from the orbit!