All i know of my first years is that i was sold to a rogue base as "Raw Human Organs" that meant my destiny was to die, but the Rehinland Navy attacked and left the station almost in ruins killing most of the slaves onboard while i survived in a storage unit, so they decided to put me at work.
My first memory was a knife, dripping blood of my former owner who tried to hit me to death for dropping a cardamine box, and the guns of is pals in the bar pointed at me, but my destiny was not do die there, Reis Mann a freelancer watched the scene and decided to take me instead of the already paid drug, i was five and she raised me like a son.
Now i'm freelancing all around Sirius in my ship feeling alive only in the middle of a fight, the only answer that iv'e found in this universe is that to be truly strong a man need to find truthfully comrades, "friends" who'll not backstab you like most pirate do, or superiors who'll not use recruit as cannon fodder as the navy do.
