Karandras Mendoza Hernandez walked into the dim room and took a seat at the terminal. He began to fill out the application which appeared infront of him.
1. Name: Karandras Mendoza Hernandez
2. Age: 46
3. Excellent navigation and scouting skills. Skilled cargo runner and frieghter/gunship pilot. Dog fighting skills improving since arival in Corsair space.
4. Since seeing of the corruption spread throughout the "lawful" organisations of Sirus first hand, and observing the spreading taint of the drug Cardamine, it has become clear that only the Corsairs have remained untouched, and that only the Corsairs can provide an answer to these issues.
5. Hernandez began life as a citizen of Bretonia. He followed his father into the haulage industry. As a result he worked closely with the many factions inolved in Sirus commerce, working his way to the top of a private haulage firm. As a result he was exposed more and more to the machinations of the House Governments, and the corruption rife within them. He was sickened, and so left his lofty position, and became a freelance trader and then smuggler, operating all over Sirus, and cutting himself off from the established lawful organisations once and for all.
While smuggling, it became clear that the most profitable product was Cardamine. However, its effects were profound, and Hernandez was disgusted by its horrific efects. He resolved never to trade in it again, howver this displeased his new clients, the Outcasts. Soon, nowhere was safe. The Outcasts and their protectorate factions hunted Hernandez whereever he surfaced, and forced him to flee to the far reaches of the Sirus sector. He found himself on planet Crete, with a people untouched by corruption and Cardamine. He knew this was where his future lay, and after many years of relaxation, he resolved that now he would give somthing back to those who had provided him sanctuary. He would join the Brotherhood.
Hernandez pressed the enter key, and stretched backwords in his chair and waited. He severly needed another drink
