The Path of a Spectre | Vladimir Volkov's Diary

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Date: 6th February 821 A.S.
Current Location: Freeport 11, Omicron Delta
Topic: A Brief Biography

Where do I even start with myself? I am all new to this, not really known for my writing capabilities. The reason that made me start doing this, is the fact that my life got a lot more interesting yesterday. But I'll save that for later, as I assume one starts his diary with a biography.

Date of birth: 7th July 792 A.S.
Place of birth: Planet Volgograd, Omega 52

Even though Coalition blood runs through my veins, I prefer not to hang around Omega 52 that much, as I'm more into meeting new people, traveling, and exploring places. I spent almost my entire childhood aboard my parent's ship. I don't remember it that much, besides that I never really liked it. But, I had to listen to my parents, as everyone does, it's the common sense. My father always wanted me to go to the Coalition military academy, become a soldier and fight for my people. Violence was never really my thing, I've always believed in the strength of communication. My past isn't particularly interesting, besides the fact that I killed my own father. Well, I didn't have a choice.

I finished the academy earlier than my parents and I expected, and I was heading home. After quite a lot of walking, there it was, my good old house, looking the same as when I left. The joy was flowing through my mind, until suddenly, I heard a scream from it. I rushed at the door, and when I opened them, it was quite a sight. My mother was crawling, trying to get away from my father, who was drunk and with a knife in his hand. As soon as I realized what was going on, I grabbed a rod and jumped on him, hitting him in the head. Didn't take him long to pass away.

I cannot say I was happy, but I had a huge relief. My mother told me that he started drinking as soon as I left for the academy, and that their life turned into hell since then. I was shocked, but managed to stay calm due to constant psychological exercises I had in the academy. However, my mother needed some time to get over it, but eventually, we moved on.

I was always interested in science and human psychology, but as my father didn't even want to hear about it, I didn't have a choice, otherwise, I would've gotten myself kicked away from home, eventually becoming homeless, since I didn't have that many friends, especially not those who could help me out. Now that I think of it, my father literally gifted my a life so he can later enjoy destroying it. I despise people like he was.

When I was around 20, I managed to get my hands on a second-hand, class one fighter. It wasn't much, but I wasn't looking into fighting people anyways. It was just my vehicle, so to say. It was probably one of the happiest moments in my entire life, knowing I have something that belongs only to me, and that I finally got the chance to travel into distant Omicron systems, which always fascinated me.