Pilot Name: Kalliste Silver 'Reaver' Current Rank: Executrix Date of Birth: June 9th, 792 A.S Birthplace: Planet Houston Family Relations:Helene Silver- Daughter (Alive) Vessels Under Command: Various Snubcraft
Biography
Kalliste Silver has a colourful background as she has a colourful accent. Born in Planet Houston, her parents worked for the local Navy planetary HQ as administrative personnel. Her childhood was an ordinary one, without a hint of abnormal behaviour. Apart from enjoying and excelling in the firing range with her father, she was your typical teenager girl. At the age of nineteen, her parents died in accidental atmo-transport crash that claimed over twenty lives.
Unfortunately, her family middle class lifestyle was one without hardships, but with a lot of creditors. Soon she was swamped in bills, obligations and taxes. Leaving college to take upon the mantle of assistant to a local political officer in Houston, she quickly learned the reality of adult life. Being a somewhat pretty young face in the middle of corrupt dirty old men was without a doubt a horrifying experience. The measly sum that was her salary was not enough for that and even for the debts she had in her name. So, she decided to do what she was good at. Shooting. For the next two years, she moonlighted as an underground hired gun while maintaining her facade of young political aide. And before taking up to the stars, she killed her boss with his own gun, that she took as her own. All fingers and toes were shot off, alongside his privates, before his brain was blasted away, execution style. With her debts paid and a semblance of revenge taken, she left Houston for good.
Using what little connections she had, she found herself in Dublin, working as a hired gun for a local Molly enforcer. Forced to fly a space faring vessel, the next few months were bloody, and more than once, Death almost claimed her. After her employer found Nirvana when his nova torpedo managed to explode right in front of him, she decided new scenery was needed. Signing up with a small Rheinlandic private military company, she got to see the other side, albeit a greyer one than the usual. Death filled her days with the Asgaard PMC, that had an exclusive protection contract for Republican Shipping, mostly based out in Hamburg. Alongside the Rheinland Military, she fought Hessians, Unioners and pirates. And some times, small private transports that were becoming a threat to Republican Shipping. Later on, and several more jobs on both sides of the law, namely in Kusari, where a one year stint in Fuchu for an unauthorized attack was the high note, she found herself looking at the end point of a Tridente gunboat turrets. The Kishiro transport she was working security for managed to escape, but she didn't. Not that she wanted to escape. After all, she did engaged it, uncaring and unrelenting. Death could come. But along came the Reavers.
From that timely meeting, Ghost and Carmine sponsored her admittance to the Reaver Merc. Company. At the time, it seemed it was just another shady PMC, based off Liberty. In the coming weeks, the now Silver Reaver learned differently. With ties to Kusari, Corsairs and in a feud with the more known Mandalorian Mercenaries, the colourful bunch were used by their contractors to do the impossible. And they did it. Talent was key, madness even more so. From drunkards to murderers, the whole company didn't numbered more than twelve pilots, each one dealing with their own repairs and bills.
Finding her new found talent in hunting, more and more Death filled her mind everyday. More and more money poured into the Company coffers, until it reached the point that the oldest members of the Company decided to finally retire. Copper and Crimson, the actual leaders and owners of the Company at that time delivered the reigns and contracts in her hands, and from there, the Reaver Merc. Co. gained their place in the spotlight. From Omicron Gamma to Omicron Alpha, Sirius learned the inevitable truth. Either you're paying a Reaver or you're being shot by one. Silver herself gained billions in bounty claims and consulting jobs. The company boomed in terms of support personnel and assets, but still faithful to their philosophy of small, fast and talented number of pilots. For years to come, the Reavers were a name that usually found itself in the evening news, be it by good or bad reasons.
Finally, after years of leading the company, she stepped down and semi-retired herself, passing the ownership to Sangria and Cerulean, colours that also carved their own history and place in Sirius. In the middle of that retirement, she disappeared for the last three years, only to resurface now with a daughter, alongside Cerulean, Inchworm and some others. And in less than a week, they made more money that allowed them to retire once again. However, Silver displayed that she was not in it for the money any more, killing just for killing. One of her latest exploits was shooting both the Corsairs and Outcasts in Omicron Xi, claiming a hefty sum.
However, Death is not done with her yet. Nova Hawken, Guildmistress of the Core managed to lay her hands on the only person that matters to Silver. Her daughter, Helene. Using her as leverage, Hawken managed to recruit Silver into the Core, and actually giving something that Silver lacked in the past years. A cause to kill for.
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