New Hope Recruitment Office, Coronado System

[malechi]

Name: Malechi (Mack) Yarrin Rune

Age: 49 (Born November 14th, 769 A.S.)

Birthplace: Lavidia Shipyard, 7th level Omicron 74

Biography: I was born a shipwrights son. Raised on Freeport 15 in my teen years was exciting as I watched all types of vessels travel in and out. At age 7 my mother became infected from an alien microbial infection which no one had a cure for at the time. They believe it was contracted from a tainted hull of a trader vessel that arrived from mining Amarus cloud in Omicron Theta. For several years my father found it difficult to raise me as well as my two brothers.

When we became of age, my older brother Zephram joined the military as a hand deck on a Aquilon class carrier. I on the other hand was partial to the maintenance of small freighter vessels. I became quite adept in the technical skills of turbines and often went on test flights. The first time I held the stick of a CVS I nearly wet myself.

Eventually I married had two beautiful girls and was content with my 'stationary' status. I raised my children well
until my then wife Matria left with my younger daughter Alexia as my older daughter Charon was able to fend for herself.

Alone after years of being in Omicron systems it was time to venture out. I contracted with a freelancer of a Borderworlds Transport as chief mechanic. He must have not been well liked. We were fired upon more than a third of the systems. And the smuggling, I can't remember how many times he dropped electronic contraband when we were approached by Liberty Police. I patched more holes in that ship than there are 20 credit hookers on Pittsburgh. What a dump!

But to make a long story short, I saved every cred that whisky runner paid, and he paid well. Feeling lost in space for so long, I began hoping to find a new home. 13 days ago, we had a load of H-fuel, picked up after a raiding party destroyed a Kusari cargo ship. Looked like an easy haul. Probably left overs the pirates couldn't carry or so we thought. We tractored over 400 units and cranked up the drive when the missile warning alerted.

Out of the field five outcast fighters and one gunboat swarmed us like bees'. My skipper tried to make a run for Freeport 6, I mean it was only 6 clicks out. We dropped 4 counter measures but there were 6 incoming torps. Not fair!
We couldn't get the primarys on line in time. They wound up and shut down, wound up shut down. Then we were slammed by a concussion. The skippers head went into a life sensors console, I can still hear the crack as the corner of the console went into his temple. Then the secondary reactor blew! Panels lit up red from one end to the other.
Four shipmates and myself suited up and jumped the airlocks foregoing the safety protocols and were shot out like a airdart followed by a glow of orange blast. Those creeps tractored what they could then started shooting what they couldn't. Including US!! Three of my buddies were killed then one of those brownstripes drifted 20 meters in front of me with the nose of his ship so close I felt like I could reach out and touch it. I saw his black teethed grin through the cock pit widen when suddenly three Nyxs' ripped him into shreds before he pulled the trigger. At the same time I was tractored, my saviour said "Need a lift?"

I owe you guys my life. Still waiting for your reply. Malechi