Lilu Xi-Mao - Racer, Daredevil, Suicidal Pilot

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IDENT: Lilu Xi-Mao

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SUBJECT: Lilu Biography

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Xi-Mao was born to a Coalition general shortly after the Nomad wars. The general, hoping for a son, was initially dismayed at his daughter's birth, but grew to love the small girl with all his heart. He taught her Coalition values and tactics and as she grew up in the world of the Coalition, she was always awestruck at the pilots that flew over her home. Dreaming of the day when she would be one of those pilots behind the controls. Her imagination running wild with the possibilities.

In her early teens, she went against her father's wishes and forged his signature on an entry form to pilot's school. After she was rejected outright, her father discovered her insubordination. While he was furious at her on the surface, internally he was proud that she had the wherewithal to go for her dreams no matter the consequences. However, later in life, this rebellious streak would come back to bite her. At 16, she entered pilots' school. She was one of the youngest recruits in the history of the Coalition to join the school. As she completed her courses, it was noted that her above normal reaction times suited her best for the interceptor class of vessel. Her instructors noticed a troubling personality trait in the young Xi-Mao, however...one of insubordination much like her younger self.

During a routine training mission, she went against orders to attack a soft target that could collapse the entire frontal enemy assault. While her attack was successful, she was reprimanded by her superiors and subsequently failed her final pilot's exam. During the out brief when she was given this information, she struck a superior officer in anger and, as a direct result, was drummed out of the Coalition military and dishonorably discharged. Her father was furious at her actions; she had broken his heart. He gave her money for a ship and disowned her shortly thereafter; telling her never to return to Coalition space. She purchased a used light fighter and departed the Omega-52 system.

For a long time, she flew aimlessly. She'd thrown away her entire future over a failure that she herself had perpetuated. She contemplated flying into a singularity or star just to end it all. She tried to end her life by flying into ever increasing dangerous battles but always came out on top. After a year, she ended up on the Battleship Hood in Dublin sometime in 830 by the Sirius calendar.

She had landed her small Arrow fighter to quickly fuel up and depart the system but was mistaken for a racer docking for a pitstop. A small team approached her asking for her to fill in for one of their pilots who had come down with a bad case of food poisoning. At first, she declined venomously, telling them to go to hell. They insisted, however, telling her that her ship was perfect for the races. She checked her account and noted that the money her father had left her was dwindling down every hour of every day. The missions didn't pay out enough for the maintenance on her ship. Sighing with defeat, she told the engineers that approached her that she wanted 75% of the prize money as payment. They agreed to her demands but they had never won a race before...they doubted they would now. She grinned at their doubt, now determined to win.

The race lasted a little over an hour, with Lilu amazing the announcers at her prowess and skill behind the controls. She had thoroughly cooked the competition and taken home the prize money of 1,000,000 Sirius Credits. As promised, she gave 25% to the engineers and settled into the Hood as her new home. However, in 831, the Hood was destroyed by the Corsairs. She had luckily been away in New London getting new parts for the "Troublemaker", the name she had given her ship. Once again, she had lost all her possessions and home. This time, however, at the hands of another. Cursing the Corsairs, she left Bretonia and headed out searching for other race tracks to hone her skills.

She had just found Pennsylvania when the Blackout occurred shutting down travel throughout the sector. That didn't bother her, however, as she'd found another race track near Planet Erie which she practiced on every day. There weren't any other racers in Pennsylvania or even Liberty for that matter. She continued to race around the track daily while enjoying the climate on Erie. The tension that was evident there didn't bother her. After all, she had been raised in the Coalition, that kind of tension was a Thursday for her.

In 832 A.S., she purchased "Troublemaker-II", a high tech Renzu racing yacht from Planet New Tokyo. She kept the ship docked in New Tokyo to race the track near the Hogosha base there. Following that, she ordered another ship and named it "Troublemaker-III" to race at Pennsylvania when the mood struck her. However, she always fell back to her favorite, the original Troublemaker, the Arrow. She favored the ultimate control the ship afforded...it was a fierce competitor to other racers.

However, competitors were in short supply. Very few pilots raced, instead focusing on combat. While racing did have combat-oriented components, many chose to focus on fighting one another either in space, or combat simulations. Lilu was no stranger to combat, having trained to be a potent fighter in the Coalition navy, however she was puzzled as to why people focused so much on combat in Sirius instead of a good time flying a super-fast ship.

It was here, that she had an idea. The creation of a non-profit racing federation who took donations from various sponsors around the sectors and used those donations as prize money. She, however, was a disgraced Coalition military cadet. No Sirian corporation in their right mind would give her any amount of credits for any reason. Their security teams would just assume shoot her than listen to her proposals. She needed a front-man, someone to operate the federation as a figurehead rather than someone in charge of the federation itself.

The search has been tough. Still, to this very day, Xi-Mao has had difficulty convincing anyone to listen to her ideas for, what she calls, the SRF (Sirus Racing Federation). Most dismiss her ideas outright, citing the lack of pilots who choose to race. She hasn't given up, and can often be found practicing her skills at one of the many racing tracks around Sirius or flying her ship through ever increasing dangerous systems--attempting to break her previous records for travel times through them without losing attitude control. She may very well be the last breed of daredevil pilot seeking that ever greater high of cutting it so close to death that he's visible in the rear view mirror.

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