Biography – Wostok: The Lonely One Beneath the Stars

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Callsign: Wostok
Origin: Bornholm, Border Worlds
Ship: "Obsidian" – Very Heavy Fighter
Current Location: Freeport 11, Omicron Delta
Status: Independent Pilot
Alignment: Neutral

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Biography – Wostok: The Lonely One Beneath the Stars

Born somewhere between rust and radiation in the Border Worlds, Wostok learned early that nothing in Sirius lasts—except your own will. His parents, simple space traders with more courage than caution, gambled everything on a jump through the forbidden Munich system. The plan was simple: sneak into Rheinland, start fresh, build a better life. But the Dark Matter Storm had other plans.

In one blinding white moment, Wostok lost everything—his mother, his father, and his nineteen-year-old sister Lena.

The shock shattered him.

Wostok disappeared. Literally. No signal, no trace. He left his ship, his contacts, and his old life behind. For months he drifted from station to station, system to system, a man with no purpose and a growing collection of empty bottles. Rumors placed him in backwater sectors and the shadowy corners of Junker bars, where people speak in whispers and look the other way.

His turning point came beneath Freeport 9.

There, he met an old Corsair veteran known as "Camino"—a man who followed no rules but knew how to survive. Camino saw through the wreck that Wostok had become and spotted the spark still burning inside. In exchange for a few "favors"—escort runs, courier jobs, maybe shaking down a few debtors—Camino helped Wostok get back on his feet.

He reconnected him with old tech dealers, shady mechanics, and finally, a secretive trader on Planet Gammu who offered him a derelict “Obsidian”-class fighter hull.

But this wasn’t just any fighter.

The "Obsidian" was a rare prototype, long thought lost after a skirmish in the Tohoku mists. Wostok poured everything into restoring it—blood, sweat, overtime, and what little pride he had left. He hunted forgotten outposts, dove into deadly nebulae in search of abandoned code tech. Months later, the ship wasn’t just spaceworthy—it was a monster: elegant, deadly, and completely unorthodox. A perfect reflection of its pilot.

Wostok is back in business now.

He takes the jobs he wants: escort contracts, bounty work, lost ship recovery—anything that pays and doesn’t tie him down. He’s especially drawn to wreck hunts, not just for the payout, but perhaps because, in every forgotten hull, he’s trying to find a piece of what he lost.

He spends his downtime with a cold beer in a half-dead bar—or out in the black, where no one talks back but the ghosts.

Wostok is no hero. But he’s persistent.
He’s no friend. But he’s loyal, if you earn his trust.
And he’s no enemy—unless you piss him off.

“You’ll find me somewhere between two debris fields,
with a scanner in one hand and a cold beer in the other.”

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