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Full Name: Ammi Pierce
Age: 28
Planet of Origin: Malta
Prior Affiliation(s): None
Ship: This rusted, rotten waste of space they call a Starflier.
Your Reasons for Wishing to Join Us:
My Mother was an Outcast.
My Mother's Mother was an Outcast.
I am what others consider an 'Outcast.'
There is no life for me, other than what has been burned into me by the countless stories of my parents and my parent's parents. For years, I sat and watched our ships take off from Malta, watched as they hung in space for those few, brief seconds, before winking out into the black beyond. I watched and waited for them to return, with stories, with riches, with scars. Some did. Many didn't.
But now I sit and hover above a world that is not my own, in a system named after an ideal that none of my family were ever given a chance to achieve by those who named it - 'Liberty.' I am the last of my family, and I am hopelessly stuck after a bad encounter with the same security forces that bring out the worst in me. All that I had was taken away, what little that was.
And now I sit here, above a world I so despise. I sit here and wonder how I will ever return to Malta, how I can ever return, for now our name means nothing, and our family less than that. Even this message I'm sending is costing me a fortune - don't ask. It's a waste of time.
I have no tales save ones of woe. No riches but the ones I wish to bring to our table. No scars save the ones I wish to give to my enemies.
I have no family but the ones named with my name: Outcast.
Outcast brothers, Outcast sisters. We are all of a one.
I'm in Liberty. Coordinates home would be appreciated, since my ship was spaced and I had to use the remainder of my credits for this piece of garbage. I'm broke and I'm not usually in this vicinty - but don't stress yourselves on my account. I'm just one woman, after all.