A little education goes a long way

[Zapp]

As all children do, Jarod grew up at an exponential rate. Soon he was old enough to be sitting the seat of a fighter, namely, the Bloodhound: mainstay of the Rogue fighter wings. He showed some aptitude, but no enthusiasm for it. When he asked for extra education instead of piloting lessons, his father checked for a fever. Then he agreed. Jarod practically ate the text books, and he wanted more. More than the Rogues could give, even with a few hacks on the Manhattan Public Library that the Lane Hackers had been so kind to give them for their children (the adults rarely used it). So, Jarod decided to leave the comforts of the Rogue base he had spent half of his young life on (the other base being Arranmore with his mother, they switched, every-other-year) and go to Manhattan for education.

If his father hadnt minded him forgoing fighter training for an intellectual education, he sure as hell minded this. He forbade it even to the point of denying him access to the launch deck. However, Jarod was smart. He crawled through the ventilation ducting, bypassing the quaint electronic security measures in place to stop him with a few hacks he had learned. He was by no means even close to the Lane Hackers, but he did know his way around a computer. He stowed aboard a Mule bound for Rochester, and once there paid a Junker to take him to Manhattan. There he did a few computer tricks, which was more difficult here where the security was up-to-date, and made himself a birth certificate, a social security number, and a bank account with a phantom million credits. He went off to find a school, deciding hed try to become a lawyer first.

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