A story of a pilot, his life, and his way of looking at the world.

[Zachary.Corfu]

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Ever since I became a pilot of some sort, I've had it tough at times. First of all, my parents died from an Outcast fighter crashing into their home. That took a huge blow to the entire family, including my now dead brother Jonathan. At first, we had no idea when our parents died, and how it happened. We didn't even find out for a period of long months, weeks, and maybe even years. When we DID find out, it was too late to cry over our parents, for we already had other important things to deal with. Jonathan was training in the military, Emily was taking her flight school, and I had to keep our only ship, a small Startracker at the time, up and running. We were busy and had almost no time to get together and have fun.
Months, years, and decades passed. We lived through the Nomad War, we found out about the Rheinland and Liberty dispute, and we finally went through hard times. We got supported through our hard times by friends and other caring people. My family was not rich, having only a million to spend on everything they needed, and the youngest sons and daughters (which were me, Emily, and Jonathan), had to work hard to keep the family fed.
It was at this time I looked at the world differently. When I was still a pre-teen, I thought capital ships were epic machines of huge destruction. I still think of them like that, since they are massive engines of death. But now I also thought that a hard working, determined person would get a machine like that. I began to see everything differently. I saw a simple system as a sector of oppurtunity. I saw our simple, ragtag Startracker as a money making machine. I began to find the value in everything. I began to respect others and show more sympathy, empathy, and kindness to everyone, for I knew everyone around me was an equal being, with no person having better rights than others. I also knew anybody could have the same problems as everyone else, and that it's not like "Oh, that'll never happen to me", because you never know, it one day just might happen.
I also had many emotions too. I had the stress of working many hours, the stress of losing my parents. The feeling that one day the entire family will be doomed. I thought about these problems and how to solve them. I knew I had to work very hard in order to feed the family, and I knew I couldn't do anything about my dead parents. But I could prevent the family from being doomed. And I just needed to work hard to for that. So I solved 2 problems with one solution.
We worked, we socialized, and we lived our lives. We were a pretty happy family, since we had enough money for the occasional movie. We were always content of what we got. When one of us was mad about getting low pay, someone else in our family popped in and said, "Be glad you got something out of it. Getting nothing is worse than getting less than you deserved.". We took that lesson to heart, since it would help us through our financial hardships. Since we knew that if you argued with the boss, you'd lose your job.
Then came the day that Jonathan died.

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