The Fleet - Captain Scott Maxell Schulman

[D'Ghor]

Scott Maxell Schulman doesnt have a very distinctive face. He has a dark completion, dark brown eyes, and long black, scruffy hair; he has no imperfections on his face. Standing at about 6 ft 6, with broad shoulders, and a more arrogant vigour around him than that of a proud one.

The story of my life begins near the end, but somehow defines what is the beginning. You wont understand yet, no one ever does.

When I think back, memories are rather selective, you tend to remember the worst of times, but never how they came to be. They linger around youre soul polluting you with fear, vengeance, and anger. Those are no strangers to my soul, I used them when I needed them, they helped me get to where I am today, so I consider them my virtues.

Every one has a boo-hoo story of their life, craving for attention about some kind of f***d up past experiences. They use excuses and reasons about the justification of their own failure. It gave me an insight into the hurt everyone around me was suffering. I swam against the tide, I realised that I could influence the people around me to do the same; they only needed a reason to. A common goal was needed to get the people around me to rise up against their suppressors and help secure what we all wanted. It was my destiny to perceive the right moment of opportunity, my destiny to see chance as the exploit of situation, my destiny to become a leader.

Ill get on with my story as close to the beginning as possible, details arent that important, nobody wants to hear how miserable life was when growing when you can hear about how I used it for my own accomplishments. I was born into slavery, as a young boy, my life was s***, I remember working in the biodomes on some godforsaken Freeport before being sold, my usefulness in the biodomes was being replaced by automated systems.

I was quickly snapped up by a some separate group of pirates who needed slaves to work on there smuggling fleet. They wanted slaves in there prime, young strong men who were broken and stupid, I guess they didnt have a knack for judging a book by its cover. I was put to work on a pirate transport called the CommIrk. Its primary role was to smuggle, but it also did its fair share of raids. Work was hard, the pirates were like devil drivers, not slave drivers, we were toiling on the cargo and pirated goods all day long, heavy labour with out the aid of any machines whilst constantly being beaten to get us to work harder.

Slavery had taken its toll on me, I was a big, strong lad, but when through out life the only thing you know is being the property of someone else, life isnt all that appealing. You can think to yourself that there is a better life for you, but you were kidding yourself. I knew no such thing as a better life, I had nothing to loose, and as the old saying goes, everything to gain.