The Desari's Journey

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The Desari's Story

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Listen to my story, it might be the last time I can express myself without brain-net to the living of Sirius. The family I had establish six decades ago, the Desari is an entity to remember and yet to respect until these days. Long ago, when there was neither an alliance nor a coalition, we human were divided in hundreds of fragments scattered on a single sphere of a forbidden name. I have named my family in honor of one of a memorable lord guild from which their blood still flows in our veins. The Tsars. Say Desari, De-tsari , from the Tsar in our inter system language.

My son Ian, is a honorable man yet to find his way in the stars of Sirius as someone to remember as I once was. He was born on planet Cambridge on a beautiful isolated village called Serene-Dale.


<div align="right]Albert Desari 757 - 806 As
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Ian Desari Biography

My name is Ian Desari, son of a father I will never forget: Albert Desari.
The village I am from is the most boring place I have been in my life. I know dad do not like when I insult Serene-Dale but when the most exiting event of the cycle is the giant carrots festival it's fairly obvious. I was born in this few hundreds inhabitants community on the East continent of Cambridge and had a pleasant childhood along the sea shore.

As a juvenile, It is a different story. I did hate the fact that I was forced to go to the grand college of Cambridge. At that time I started to hate my old man. I could not accept to leave my boring, but yet pleasant childhood at the shore. Now I do understand how wrong I was to hate Albert. He did that for me, for my future.

I was now 16 years old. At the college, I had all kind of courses from mathematic to Bretonian history and from engineering to politic. During the 5 legal years, I stared to enjoy learning concept around us. i wanted to leave Cambridge, I had to see what was going on outside of my sphere. I wanted to follow my father's path and make my destiny glorious. I was so ambitious back then...

812 As, The 3rd day of the second quarter. I remember this date as my first time in space. How gorgeous is it! I was only 21 years old, not that old for space life ( at least what i thought back then). My father used to remind me how sick i was soon after landing. He always loved to mocking me about it. Hopefully , I gained full control of my body quickly after just few exit in space.

My first real job, as a maneuver in one of Albert's ship from a local delivery freight service. The local Ship lane was part of gateway distribution service within Bretonia. We transported consumers good, food rations and even in some rare case Luxuries from New-London importation space port. My Father's ships and crews worked in The whole system for years. Life was once again nice, with a good salary and professional possibility.

Unfortunately, there is always a spin off, such is my case. The economical tension between my Bretonia and Kushari which followed a war that still persist today darkened a part of my life. Of course Cambridge was fairly touched by the crisis. That did not change the fact that I lost my job , after my father did bankrupt. All that reminded of the Desari's was a natural food producer on Cambridge and few Stock points on London. We were not poor, but we were not used to be ''normal citizens''. The Family issue occurred and a significant part of the Desari decided to move along on their own one after the other.

815 As, I had decided to flee from Bretonia, even if all my family lived there. But where should I have gone? Kushari angered me for the obvious reasons, so did Rheinland with its corrupted fascist constitution. Liberty then, why not , its an active economical sector. To be honest I had no choice,but even today I kind of regret that I left behind the Queen in Bretonia for my very own success.

My new employer, Deep Space Engineering offered me to be a co-pilot in a small trade vessel at first. During years, I have acquired experience and soon became one of their major pilots within Kushari sector. I used to transport gate lane part in Hokaido for the H-fuel project in kushari. It was simple and efficient: Ageira Technology's produced the part in Colorado and we did the shipping. Minor incident occurred during several travels. One that I do remember well is when one of our main engine has died down in the middle of Galileo. The nearest repair bay was at a light years of travel. I did overcome the issue with my engineers crew who installed a gate accelerator behind the ship to substitute the engine. It was my idea and this innovation has allowed massive liberty vessels to strafe more easily in open space since then.

When my father died in 806 As, i went in a down. The honor that once shined was gone with my old man. At this point, I decided to move along, leaving what I thought to be a free corporation, was in fact a Sirius-wide industry considering their employees as ''resource''.

Eventually, I've started to work as a part time miner for the Independent Mining Guild within the taus. I understood that this was maybe my place. Now with my dear crew mates, I am free to accomplish this Serene-Duty...

[font=Palatino Linotype]<div align="right]Ian Desari 791 - .... As

(to be continued)