I was born on Planet Leeds before the Royal Navy captured the planet. I was given the choice of join the Merchant Navy as a transport pilot or be left behind on the captured planet.
When I was in the Merchant Navy I disliked the work, nothing fun to do. I try to take a corporate approach to the Navy. That worked until my transport was destroyed by a Mollys raiding party. I took injury to the head. After that I was discharged from the Navy.
After recovering from my Injuries I went looking for Jobs. I found the offer for a transport in the bar on New London. I was told to visit Graves Station in the Dublin system and met the BMM- Recruitment Officer. He said that my application was approved, I headed down to New London to find myself a ship to use. I found a Heavy Tanker for a great price. I made my self a job within the the corporation and started my work.
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Right then, I thought I should get around to updating then thing sooner or later, During my final days of with my previous employer, Bertonian Mining and Manufacturing were some of the best days of my career, I served in many roles from the Co-owner of the sense destroyed station The Tower of London, To holding a very high seat within the company, Ever sense the merger between Bertonian Mining and Manufacturing and Tower of London LTD, The status of the company went downhill, First it started with the station being neglected which resulted in a near melt down of the station's MOX reactor. Ever sense that event the station has been nearly abandoned and was operated by a skeleton crew, which I was the commander of, however in that process I developed a severe case of radiation poisoning because of the undetected leaks of radiation in reactor hall #2, once I was diagnosed, I was very upset with the company for the neglect and proceeded to file a lawsuit against them. I ended up winning the lawsuit however I lost my illustrious position within the corporation, I was compensated with the damages of nearly 500 million credits, so I decided to make a new life for my self. I went looking, upon my departure from the company I still had the access codes to make use of my Heavy Tanker, which is used to make my way to Planet New London to meet with my lawyers in preparation for the lawsuit. After all of this I settled in the Financial district of New London. I began the adventure of trying to make a new life and career for my self.
*A man with a scarred face in his early 30s appears on screen* I'd thought during a lapse in work that I would get around to making this a bit more complete. I have found a new job with as a Freelance banker working for Interspace Commerce. I made a decent living in the 3 months that I lasted at such a mundane desk job, However it ended very quickly. I was soon framed by my employers for committing what they called "An act of Sabotage" when I was simply trying doing my job during the crash of the Sirius Stock Exchange. During this crisis many banking corporations were looking for any way to lay off workers regardless of it being legal or not Upon that happening, I was immediately suspended without pay for a very undescriptive reason, after this occurring I was detained by the corporation's private security contractor. From here I planned my escape to a much more revolutionary life.
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"I made it!" Sanderson exclaims, Away from those dastardly corrupt corporate lapdogs. I escaped from the holding cells on Waterloo by means I care not to explain, I did however find a new option to get away from being hunted by the entire bertonian police fleet as escaping from a prison causes such a thing. After I escaped I made my way to a used ship dealer from which I bought a damaged and under maintained Manta the sort of ship that the Bounty Hunter's guild used to hunt down criminals oddly enough. I quickly withdrew what remained of the money that I had won from the lawsuit. I then took on a false identity of Michael Thornton to avoid being hunted by my pervious captors. I then quietly made the journey to the Hood within the Dublin system to lay low until I could figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Later after asking around in the bar about places to hide I hear from a retired Coalition officer by the name of Federov, He told me to try and make my way to the Omega-49 system due to the low presence of Law enforcement and the possibility on political asylum with a group I had never heard of, The Sirius Coalition. I made my way to Omega-49 when I find out that the Cryogenic cooling systems of my Manta went up in smoke which required me to switch to auxiliary cooling and tread carefully to the most prominent celestial body, that being Planet Gran Carania. I had no idea that it was populated so I was taking a very big risk in heading that way incase of my already dire situation becoming ever worse by the minute. Upon arriving in near orbit I attempted to contact docking control and make my approach. I was greeted and told to put her down at Pad 4 near the Manufacturing Districts of Gran Carnaria. From there I made an attempt to contact the Sirius Coalition in the hopes that they would grant me Political Asylum.
*Michael Removes his data pad from a small lockbox under his bunk within the Krichevsky barracks onboard Zhukovsky Gorodok*
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I have been granted political asylum in exchange for my service within the Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army. In part due to my military experience I was granted the rank of a Junior Lieutenant and permission to pilot any snub craft within the coalition's arsenal. Unfortunately my beloved Manta was nearly destroyed in part due to the heavy radiation damaged it accrued during the trip to Omega-52. It has found it's place being researched by Coalition engineers onboard Mykolaiv. My hope is to eventually revive it and make it usable again.
*Michael Removes his data pad from a small lockbox under his bunk within the Krichevsky barracks onboard Zhukovsky Gorodok *
*A voice begins*
*Michael thought to himself* That was quite an encounter, I've made my first kill! Those Bertonian spies were taught a lesson when they tried to hunt us and our allies from Dublin.