Skills: Diplomacy and parlay, well-versed in the good Word and the good neutron cannon; can bless with the best.
Reason for Joining: The void of the cosmos can be an empty place, and with the hardships that the laypeople must endure these days I feel it has become necessary to once again take flight; a shepherd to guide back those that have lost hope, and also the occasional shipment of food and other necessities. The largest armed force requires the temperance of a good morale.
Biography: I could say I used to be angry with the world. The current state of affairs on Crete are as taxing as they were when I was still a muchacho; fights were commonplace for me back then, and a day wouldn't have been complete without a good bruising. This mindset followed me into my first few years with the navy, but it gave me a new avenue to continue my senseless violence; I was only 26 when I began my first sorties yet I felt I was immortal. For six years I flew and fought, never thinking further than the next day. I had made many companions, but fate saw fit to take them away one-by-one to the most senseless deaths. Down and out on Sant'Agostino, I shirked my duties and lost myself in the bottle; I stumbled into the local chapel one evening and passed out. The next morning I woke to the scrutinizing glare of a man who looked as though he could eat hull panels for lunch. Padre Palacios told me to get on my feet, straighten up my act, and shoved the Book in my chest. Ever since that day, I found my new calling as a man of the cloth.
Though I have guided my congregation after five years, I have become restless. The good Word yearns to fall upon the ears of those beyond Planet Crete, and the chapel is in need of a new podium. This is why I come to you, Great Elders; grant this man a chance to atone for his misgivings.
Paz y Benediciones,
Padre Navarrete
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Maybe some day, they'll see a hero is just a man who knowshe's free.