Paul Miller was born on Planet Manhattan into a family of journalists in 794 AS. Naturally his parents wanted to protect him as much as possible from the harsh and unforgiving world which surrounded them. At times his Uncle thought a bit too much. For example, Paul wasn’t allowed to go from the house, he wasn’t allowed to eat anything that his mother didn’t say he could eat. All of these restrictions carried on through his life until the age of 17, where a breaking point happened. Paul had quite simply had enough of the sort of life he was leading, his friends were able to do what they wanted and he wasn’t. After many days of thinking about what he should do, he decided to run away from his parents and sign up to the Liberty Security Force using his recent grades from his school. It was a tough decision leaving home, after all he did love his family. However, he knew he had to see the universe in all it’s glory, the Security Force could definitely do this for him.
After two years of serving in the LSF, Paul had risen to the rank of Wing Commander. This meant he was in charge of a wing of 7 fighters on a fast response unit. The new job suited him well, the daring lifestyle made him appreciate life more. Miller would usually be called to counter threats to civilians, it was a relatively easy job since the opposition was usually Rogues or Xenos, both of which weren’t trained well for fighter combat.
It was a saturday morning when it happened. The alarms blurted out at 4:00 SMT, Paul lept up and pulled on his gear, waking up his colleagues as he did so. Once everyone was ready they ran down the corridor to the hangar in a compact group just like any other launch. Miller clambered into his Guardian Fighter and looked at the wings, ‘ZS-143’, he smiled and hit the ignition. The wing launched into New York space in record time.
“143, this is Sunray, comm check over.” The message came through clear, “143 to Sunray, reading you loud and clear.” The 7 Guardians took the trade lane down to West Point “143, head to California Minor, an LSF Wing needs assistance against multiple tangos” With their objective confirmed, Wing 143 went twice as quick to their destination. Upon arrival Miller noticed that there were in fact no hostile ships. Instead a group of Guardians sat neatly in formation 30 clicks to the East of the planet. One of the LSF spoke “G’day.” Miller sat up in his seat. “Where is the enemy?” he looked around again. “There wasn’t any.” Miller flew closer to the LSF wing until he could just about see the insignia on their wings. “I’ve never seen that symbol before..” He looked closer “Di--vision Nine?” There was no response from the LSF wing. “Your work has been noticed, Paul Miller. We could use you.” Miller was shocked at what he was hearing. “I don’t even know who you are, why should I trust you?” he leaned in to look through the cockpits, “You will learn to trust us.” As soon as that was said the LSF Wing engaged 143, Miller couldn’t move. He didn’t know why and fear rushed through his body. He sat and watched his colleagues blow into oblivion one by one, and he could do nothing. That was the last thing Paul Miller saw, his life had changed forever, and for the good.