Sawtyss - The Lonely Crusader

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Name: Gregory Sanders
Callsign: Sawtyss
Birth date: 24th December
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 110 kg
Appearance: Dark-Brown eyes, long dark-brown hair, tanned face, wears spacer clothes
Personality: A fanatic targeting to rid the sector of all evil doers, energetic and suprisingly calm

Bio: Born to a Molly father on Coleraine Base, fondly remembers his mother, who was the more balanced parent. Father, fixed on pirating, and raiding Bretonian goverment facilities was rarely seen at home, and Greg was raised by his mother to become a steady person. There are no records of his activities until joining the Union Of Gold, where he has proudly served as Senior Commander until early retirement forced on him by Bretonian bounty on his head for the destruction of several battleships during his glorious period as a bomber pilot. Vaguely known by the current Molly Republic he has spent many years at Allentown Base, Pensylvania, where he has enjoyed the company of peace-loving Zoners.

Currently Sawtyss has repented from his old sins, and aims to rid the Sirius Sector of whole pirate activity, but that is a long way to go, and a whole different story...

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Chapter I - Days of Youth

Londonderry... Coleraine... The legendary fortress of Mollies... One of the places where all of it has started... And I'm here! I am one of them! And I fight for our freedom! I fight for our gold!

My name is Gregory Sanders, and I've been dreaming to be a pilot since my childhood, when I was watching my father set out for yet another adventure... The great, and fearsome captain of Positron, a gunship known for it's many raids throughout the whole Bretonia... And one day I will have to honor to call it my ship... One day, when father decides to step down, to retire... I'll have to prove myself first... It's hard to meet all the expectations, when you're a child of a celebrity. Here in Coleraine what really counts is the amount of stripes on your ship, and how deep your pockets are, and today is my big day... Today I finish 18, so I am officialy capable of begining my service for The Cause.

I woke up very early, all excited and nervous before my big hearing...
-A quick shower, jump into your best clothes, the shiniest pair of boots, and off you go to UOG HQ! - my father said.
He gave me the chance to join the true elite - The Union of Gold!
Ten minutes later I was facing The Doors... A huge, golden sign saying "UOG Recruitment" was hanged on the center of the door, with the majestic flagship facing Dublin sun, a sight to behold!
I didn't have to knock... He always knew, when someone was waiting at his doors... The legendary leader of the Union, known only by his callsign: Proton.
- Come in, kid. Your father spoke very highly of you... Let's see what you're made of...
And so it has began... I was really focused on the hearing, so Proton was obviously very pleased, and I was admitted to fly a bomber in one of the best squadrons of the Union. Surely you can understand why am I not allowed to talk about it... Everything was proceeding the best way, and I've been leading the life of my dreams up until one sad day...

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