My appologies for the long break in communications. I have been spending time with the good people of TAZ in an effort to restore my memories. AS you recall... you found me wandering aimlessly in Omicron Minor in a civillian ship with a bounty hunter ID and chose not to kill me on sight. Some of your Agents escorted me out of Miner to the nearest Freeport in Omicron Delta and spent time telling me what I had missed over the years. I was shocked to say the least. Having spent time in Baffin, more specifially on Shasta, under Doc Holiday's care, I can say that I have fully recovered my memories. I know what happened to me.
My Family was placed into Cryo ages ago... and we were being transported. Father was a topologist, that is he made maps for the scientific community. We were living on Planet Sprague prior to the first nomad war. It was a simple life, and we were departing Sprague and the Omegas for Bretonia when our Transport was over taken by slavers. Doc was able to decrypt the details from the only possession I had... what I thought was a simple medal was much more than that... it was a holographc record.
My family was evidently sold to Malta... as the Slaver Transport docked last there, prior to my ejection. I remember waking up confused and frightened. It was cold and I thought I was dying of lack of air. I was floating in my ship, which wasn't my ship... but a hunk of junk they had evidently come across on their travels. My purpose... it seems was to distract a nomad attack upon their Transport... oddly enough, the Nomads left me alone. Doc believes that my lowered vital signs probably didn't attract their attention, they probably surmised that I was a corpse in a derilict craft.
According to Doc's best guess I have been in cryo for over 80 years. He also said that while the ship kept me alive in a low consuption program, or something of that nature... My muscles had atrophied to the point where I really couldn't control my body. Once I experienced semi gravity then nearly full gravity... I was weak and unable to care for myself. It seems I have outlived my family... so I am an orphan now. The Order is the only family I know.
I know that Doc did attempt to give you guys a heads up, but in the mix of recent events... evidently his transmission was lost. I pray that my sudden disappearance did not worry you too greatly. Doc instructed me to tell you that I am 100% operational now and cleared to resume duties. I will be sending this along with a beacon as to where I'll be and where I'll be making my way back to your fold.
I know now who I was and who I am. Unfortunately... that is not satisfactory for me. Now it is time for me to DO!
Now it is time for me to serve alongside the men that took the time to see something in me.