My name is Hans Silber. My family originates from Munich, but i've been living on space ships for 15 years now. Father saved enough money and he bought a small freighter when i was 6. Everything was fine for a while, my parents were not overworked anymore, we could live our own life far from the factories of Nuremberg. But our dreams were crushed when corsairs attacked our ship 4 years later. It was blown into dust, only me and my father were able to make our way to the escape pods. After finishing their work the pirates left us drifting in space where we were (1k away from a tradelane). Nearly a day passed, countless ships passed by the tradelane, even police ones but none cared about our pods. Then a Hessian patrol came by and brought us into their cargo hold. We've worked a few month in Vogtland's docks before one of our junker friends could send a new freighter to us, in the past 11 years we carried supplies to various Red Hessian stations. While this was the least we could do for those who saved us it proved to be profitable too. I wanted to be a fighter pilot eversince i remember, and now i have a chance my father and i have gathered enough credits to buy and equip one. We still owe you a great debt and your goal is one of the most noble ones not to mention the unsettled score with the corsairs, so i thought i'll apply to one of your regular fighter wings. I don't have much experience i only flew with our freighter so far, but i'm always up for training.
