Teddy's Bio

[Flippy]

Name: Teddy Johns
Place Of Birth: Planet Denver, Colorado system.
Age: 25
Sex: Twice a day... Oh... Male.
Current Ship: "Unleaded Fuel Only" - Z-9000 "Barghest" Liberty Rogue/Molly Bomber

I had a preety boring life on Denver. My mother was a secretary in some private company, and my father was an equipment dealer. When i was 19 years old my dad got a job on Manhattan so we had to move. I was already used to space travel as i often went to Pueblo Station with my father. Hell, he even let me fly sometimes. Our little Starflier was too small to transport all our stuff and the three of us so we paid some guy with an armored transport to take us there.

As we reached the New York jump gate, the ship suddenly stopped, and we could hear the pilot arguing with someone over the coms. From what i could hear, the navy scanned us and found plutonium on board, and the pilot refused to surrender.

In a few seconds we were surrounded by Navy vessels. They fired off a few warning shots, but the pilot was acting like a madman, and started shooting back.

Offcourse, a single transport doesnt stand a chance against half a dozen navy fighters.

The ship was shaking violently, navy guns pounding the hull, people screaming in panic, ship alarms activating one after another...

I woke up all bruised and bloody in a hospital on planet Manhattan. I was in fact the only one to reach the destination. I was later told my mother was killed in the explosion, and my father had died in a medical transport on route to Manhattan.

Somewhat ironic that the pilot had survived and was taken to the Battleship Rio Grande, awaiting trial.



As i was lying in the hospital, recovering, I kept thinking about what had happened.
I felt fear, sorrow, but as time passed that fear turned into anger. I wanted revenge,
but i wasnt sure who was to blame. The pilot which refused to give up, or the navy
that destroyed the ship knowing there are innocent people inside?

After two months, the pilot's trial was on the news. He was sentenced to six months in prison for smuggling,
and a small fine of some twenty thousand credits.

When i heard that, i escaped from medical, stole some pathetic startracker, and flew off into the badlands, hoping to find the misterius Buffalo Base. As soon as i entered the badlands i was stopped by a Rouge patrol. I explained that had happened and how they were the only ones that can help me. The two pilots debated for a minute and then agreed to take me to Buffalo.



That rusty startracker i stole was the first thing i blew up.

Its been almoast six years now. Robbing people, shooting the navy, and having fun while doing so. I still didnt get my vendeta, but ill run into him sooner or later.

Today flying a Werewolf by the name of "Dead On Arrival", Im taking donations from all traders who decide to use the trade lane from Riverside to NY jump gate in California, hoping to one day earn for a Barghest.


[Update]

Didnt keep my sight on the scanners so i accidentally disrupted a navy gunboat.

Dead On Arrival was blown to bits. Luckily, the guy didnt have any room in the cargo hold so he left
me there. Couple hours later, an outcast came by and saved my ass.

Made a small deal with the trader so i got myself a Barghest now.

Shes old and a bit rusty but that doesnt bother me as much as the fact that the seat is loose and every time i fire up my cruise engines it starts vibrating. It was fun at the beggining but when i get up after an entire day i cant feel anything from the waist down.