Name: Mike Spacer Gender: Male Age: 30 Height: 182 cm Weight: 72 kg Eye Color: Gray
Biography:
All I remember about my childhood is that my parents were from Liberty but I've never seen them alive. My uncle and his wife grew me up since I was a baby. They were a couple who was helping me to learn basics of survival nowadays, as well as teaching me things that are needed to know when going to live outside of the shelter of a space station, which would happen in my life in any way, in a year or in a minute. As a kid and in teenage I was growing up on Detroit Munitions and used to make my living as a co-worker in the light arms factory. After a while my uncle and his woman decided to start a new life on planet Manhattan. I was offered to move with them but the calm life planetside didn't interest me at all. Once I've met a junker on the bar of the Munitions, he was drinking a lot of ale that day so he told me about the Rogues, Xenos, and other criminal elements around Liberty. 'Quick and easy money, kid' he said. 'we need a lot of new pilots these days, if the situation will not change, the Navy will grind us, real people of Liberty, to dust'. To the dust. This word is stuck in my head all my live since then. And guess what I did after a few months? I was on the way to Buffalo, a passing smuggler ship took me and a few more youngsters along with the shipment of light arms to Buffalo base. What happened next is a very very long and interesting story but let's skip some parts of it. So I will tell you what happened a few weeks ago, while I was floating alone in an escape pod in space of Alberta. I could not remember anything that happened, must have hit my head into a side of the cockpit very hard. I was very dizzy. But I had a black box built inside my flight suit. It was registering all the the guncam videos and the status of ship while it was on and flying. After I watched those, I was astonished: My ship was blown up by my own wingmen! They lured me into an old debris field and blew my ship to pieces when I was not alert! After like 2 or 3 hours a group of passing xeno ships picked the loot that was floating along with the debris of my ship, they took me as well. It seems like I made my wingmates to act like that myself, after I checked over my personal logs, it seemed that I was trying to convince the population of Buffalo's Rogues to stop their constant hate to Xenos and to ally with them against the corrupt Liberty's government and Navy. Guess what happened next... The locals didn't like my talks at all, the always-drunk station's chief, whose head looked more like a rotten cabbage, called me names and told me to get to the docks and grab my ship and gear up: 'We gonna go for a patrol, boy, get ready!' And I guess after that those bastards decided to blast me off. The truth was awkward, but it was truth. After my so called rescue I was sitting there in Ouray's docking bay, without any money, ship or a weapon. The Xenos weren't very friendly after I told their small station's community what happened to me. As it seemed, one of them decided to make me believe I chose the right thing to do by telling out my opinion to the rotten Rogue community and spitting at their low beliefs. He didn't look like a xeno at all. He had a different uniform, as well as a ship that I've never seen before. That guy didn't tell me his name nor who he really was, but he told me about your organisation, the Legion, and that you could help me to get on my feet again.
Reasons for joining us:
The story above pretty much tells why I want to join your organisation. My life taught me that a pure criminal's path is not for me and I need to reach my goals in another way. I feel that my opinion about the Liberty's government is the same as yours and I will do my best to prove I'm worthy to join the Legion.
