Name:Cassandrine Knox
Date of Birth: April 22, 808 A.S.
Citizenship:Former Commonwealth civilian (Planet Erie, Pennsylvania System)
Professional Experience:I’m not a soldier. I never wore a uniform. But I was there when the broadcasts went dark and the streets filled with soldiers. I helped circulate banned pamphlets in Erie’s worker districts, rewrote half-truth headlines before they could be printed, and smuggled voice recordings from camp survivors to anyone willing to listen.
Since the Fall, I’ve lived in exile. I learned comms discipline from smugglers, rhetoric from desperation, and encryption from necessity. I’ve spent the last several years surviving on Freeports, bartering my voice and words to whoever had a transmitter worth stealing time on. I’ve written truth under false names. I’ve seen what silence costs.
References if any:None I’d name. Most are dead. The rest are still hiding.
Reason for Enlisting:Because I remember what Erie was before the silence. Before the camps. Before the ships filled the sky and the voices on the street fell quiet. I was just a girl when the Republic branded my home a threat, when neighbors vanished in the night and the news called it "stabilization." I wasn’t a soldier then. I’m not one now. But I’ve carried the weight of that silence every day since.
I’m not enlisting because I think I’m owed anything. I’m enlisting because the people of Erie are owed everything—and they’ve received nothing but barbed wire, propaganda, and the cold distance of a House that buried them for daring to dream different.
I don’t come here with firepower. I come with memory. I come with words sharpened into weapons, and a spine that never bent under exile. I come because I’ve lived in the dark long enough to know that Prometheus is the only flame left worth chasing.
You fight to restore a nation. I want to help remind people why it mattered in the first place.
