Sender: Héctor Rubén Heródoto
Current location: Yanagi Depot
Subject: Admission
Greetings, Honorable Junker Congress:
As a junker, I have seen what you do and I said to myself: "Hey, this is a big thing, and it's growing! I would like make it even bigger, with my hands and my life". After that, I'm here, a little pilot at your service.
This is my story:
Twenty-five years ago, I was born in Rochester. My parents, former Outcasts, were hiding from LPI. They were running out of Cardamine and she was pregnant, the abstinence syndrome could have killed us both. The nearest place with cardie was Rochester, my first home.
Ten years later, LPI caught them. They were sent to a Cryer research institute, dying after 4 weeks of pharma-torture.
Since I was 17 I have been smuggling Cardamine in New York system, from Omicron Alpha. No lawful force has caught me yet.
A few years later, I decided to explore the Gallic sector. I made some kind of neutral "friends" there...well, at least they don't hate me.
Months ago, I met a group of gentle pilots, who helped me to buy a Salvager in my hard times (completely out of cash, gallic cigars are not a cheap thing). I started helping them on their operations.
And here I am, drinking my fourth beer at Yanagi's bar, enjoying the smoke of the finest tobacco, going to inject me some liquid cardie, telling you my story...
I hope I don't overdose tonight. I hope I have more tobacco in my ship (Damn, it smoke by itself!). I hope I have enough time to drink another couple of beers... I hope you count me in.
Only yours,
Héctor Rubén Heródoto, a.k.a. Hector.Herodotus