Brief background information: Can't say much about my life, born and raised on planet New London, my father was a space-courier with his shabby Clydesdale freighter. When i was a little boy i sneaked onto his ship when he was about to depart and no one seemed to notice. Only some time after father found me on board but he didn't turn back to get me home, instead he flew around the Bretonian space showing me everything after he delivered the packages, i was amazed. And after this "incident" i really wanted to get a ship of my own to help my father to take on good paying jobs that require a delivery of a big amount of cargo...
When i heard the news about the gallic onslaught my father was supposed to deliver a small package to some remote system. He did not return from that flight. I cursed the gauls an infinite amount of times and wanted revenge. After some time i got enough money for a fighter. In my desperate attempt to destroy a squadron of gallic fighters i was heavily injured. For my luck a wing of our Armed Force's fighters was dispatched to destroy the gauls and these guys picked up my escape pod. Now that im out of hospital and know that im barely fit to fly a fighter, i would like to be a peaceful trader.
And someone told me that i can help our Kingdom by doing that job in Merchant Navy, and that's why im here now.
Transport or Squadron: Transport
Skype Name: My skype is long gone, but my discord is Wawander#7071
Have you ever been sanctioned before? (provide a link): Im clear except for this .
