I was roused from cryogenic suspension some 3 years ago, after the doctors with Scott Pharmaceuticals (now known as Cryer) were able to find a solution to my 'infestation', for want of a better word. I have struggled to hold down a job, and have had to resort to freelance trading to make ends meet.
You see, I was on a routine exploratory mission for the Bretonian Armed Forces, with fellow pilots Anthony Stokes and Gerald Tarquin, in 768 AS, when we stumbled across an unknown jumphole in our Neural Net, located on the far reaches of Sirius. Our last known location was some 300k from Omicron Alpha, where we had been attempting to start a viable trade route back to Bretonia from the Outcasts that didn't involve Cardamine. However, they had little to offer.
As we were closing in on the hole, our ships begin to deteriorate with the intense radiation, and our only option was to venture through the hole to get away. When we reached the other side we were surrounded by an alluring, beautiful pink nebula, with no scanner range at all. After some chit-chat we decided to try and find some sort of planet/atmospheric asteroid to land and repair our ships, as our comms and scanner were now showing signs of radiation damage.
We flew for hours before we escaped the pink nebula, and stumbled upon an unknown planet. We were astounded to see that there was a 27% oxygen content in the atmosphere, along with 33% carbon dioxide, and the remaining 40% inert gases. We opted to make planetfall.
That is all I can recall...
The next thing I remember was being surrounded by doctors on board Atka, and the year was 811 AS. My fellow pilots have never been found, and I doubt they ever will be, for nobody can trace our steps, or even figure out how I ended up in Sigma-17.
I have befriended many a Zoner on my travels, sharing a Vodka Sidekick or 3 with them on board Freeport 9 while I was en route with Alien Organisms to Cambridge, and the lifestyle appeals to me. I love the freedom you enjoy, yet you have orders to follow, and do so very willingly.
Orders from the Zoners, I believe, are a small price to pay to maintain the freedom I enjoy.
Please consider me for a role with OSI as a Transport Crewman. I will not let you down.
