I grew up on Planet Erie in Pennsylvania, had a good life, nice, semi-rich parents. As a boy I constantly dreamed of being a fighter pilot, to be dashing across the stars, stopping Liberty Rogues, Lane Hackers, and Xenos left and right, and getting all the good girls back home... Upon finishing school, I applied and had my dream come true, as I clipped on the LPI Badge. For 10 years, I piloted my Defender, doing my dream. I was good, real good, made many, many arrests and busts... (sorry if I got any of you) Eventually, I got promoted, and became an officer in the California... While there, I learned things I couldn't before, top secret stuff... What I learned of Liberty, whose very name was an oxymoron, LPI, the corruptness, horrified me, to the point where I went and talked to my superiors to see if I could do anything about the wrongness in my country... Well, they acted, just like I was hoping to get them to do... I ended up jobless, back on Erie with only enough credits to buy a Rhino, and try to make a living as a freelance trader... course after all, word was out, and I couldn't find any job as a honorable fighter pilot... Well one day, I was on Pittsburgh dropping off my meager load of cargo, when I meet a childhood fiend in the bar. Once he heard my story, he said he had a friend who was looking for good pilots with a score against Liberty... Turns out my friend was a Xenos sympathizer, his contact is a fully fledged Xeno, and the Xenos have many of the ideals that I hold... I met up with the contact in the Colorado System, and got taken to Ouray Base, and got put in touch with you sir. I want to strike back, pilot a fighter, and deal a blow for one of the best causes I've seen in all my 38 years!
