ᛝ Name:Taron Milow Haas ᛝ D.o.B:May 26th 787 A.S. ᛝ P.o.B:Freeport 1, Omega-3 ᛝ Height:178 cm ᛝ Weight:76 kg ᛝ Who am I?:
Who am I... Well. I’m not sure, if even I could answer that. I mean… They told me I was born at Freeport 1 in Omega-3. Though, I’m not convinced that it is true. Whatever. At least I’ve been raised there. I. An orphan who is not even convinced, that his name is his real one. They told me that my name is Taron Milow Haas. That my parents would’ve abandoned… and left me there. Ha. Even after searching for a long time I did not find any person that would fit as a relative to me. I doubt that it is important, who I am. Facts. It’s all about facts… and deeds.
All I learned, I learned there. Unless we talk about the flying. That’s a whole different story. However, why would I like to bore you? When I was old enough, I sneaked aboard a little transport. Who wants to live aboard a single station for one’s entire life, if there’s a whole universe out there? I did not care about the destination. Just… leave this station. I don’t know how long the trip took. I ended up on a planet. The very first time, that I saw real buildings… the sky… fresh air. I digress. Well. It was Planet Hamburg. After looking around I decided to stay for a while. I couldn’t just get from one transport to the next one and risk to get caught someday. I signed up for the Rheinwehr. Well… it took a little while, but after they accepted me… that was probably my best chance to learn to fly a ship and also to see space.
Let’s just shorten this a bit. I think there is no need in explaining what happened during my time there. More important should be… why did I leave? Why did I get to the Red Hessians? During my education… I met a civilian… a woman. Oh, she was great. This detail is very important, because… When I saw her for the last time… and... years have passed… she… was fleeing. Being hunted by multiple ships. Rheinland forces chased her. They said she did not agree with a full inspection of herself and her ship. She’d be a criminal. I knew her, tried to stop her as well to clear the situation. I knew she was alright! The chase took a while… but… she listened… and stopped. Space was quiet for multiple seconds, then… out of a sudden… an explosion. More explosions. I woke up in the hospital. My loyalty was questioned. Ha. I would’ve worked with her. Was suspended. At first they did not even tell me that she did not survive the incident. Even today I do not know what happened there… but I’m convinced that she was not guilty. I left the military… and bunked. Did I have a choice? Would they kill me to? I don’t know it. I will never know it. All I know is the fact, that the people that I worked with…. and for… killed the only person in my life, who was really important to me. The person who acted as my conscience.
But… I should stop talking about her. Otherwise I would need to talk about my life aboard Freeport 1… all the stuff that I experienced during my childhood… and teen age. Anyways. With the help of old… “friends” on Freeport 1 I managed to get into contact with the Red Hessians. I told my story. I heard stories. I lost faith into that government... “government”. I found friends. Started to trust this group that gave me more faith in a few weeks than the Military in years. I started to fly for Die Roten Hessen. But now… I think now the day has come to finally apply for Die Rote Hessen Armee. Be assured… the “Black-Dahlia” is ready to hunt… and kill remorseless… in the name of the Red Hessians if necessary. Just a little warning… it’s better if you do not question the name of my ship. Never.
