Esteban Alvarez, 75th

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Name: Esteban Alvarez
Date of birth: 28 June 778 A.S. (Age 41)
Blood type: AB(IV) Rh-
Marital Status: Divorced
Height: 196 cm
Weight: 86 kg

Alvarez family has rather ancient and proud history, descending from a captain of intersystem cargo lighter registries to Hispania sleeper ship. So transportation became a family business and naturally evolved to smuggling when a Sirian-wide cardamine distribution begins. Alvarez family became so good at smuggling that nobody expects their deliveries, sometimes even a customer. While smuggling provides a significant profit Alvarez family became wealthy, but never gains substantial influence within Maltese society, always considered being eccentrics at least.

Esteban Alvarez is a second son of deceased Angel-Jose Alvarez and his second wife Alba. Esteban was born and spend his childhood aboard DL class transport. It brought a lack of formal education, especially social. After his fifteenth birthday Esteban gained a job flying YX series Freighter for his family and later became a captain of “Granero volante” - DL class transport. Years of smuggling gave Esteban a vast knowledge about Liberty, Kusari and border regions.
At 803 A.S. Esteban married Julia Lorka by his father order. As Esteban never intended to have children it was a mismarriage and ended by a divorce after a death of Angel-Jose Alvarez.
Angel-Jose Alvarez died in an accident at 810 A.S. and a red hat marking the head of Alvarez family was passed to Esteban’s older brother Eduardo.

After being hit by a middle-age crisis, Esteban, perceiving his life dull, decided that the only way to feel young is acting so. He passed his heir status to his young brother Emiliano, then bought and equipped CX series light fighter and with lots of overconfidence submitted an application to join 75th squadron, having only a flight experience with transports.

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So, one month had passed since I've enlisted in the 75th Squadron. And I never feel any regrets on my decision, not for a moment. Lots and lots things had happened and still keep happening.
I'm flying a nimble and fragile LF. Any mistake can be fatal, thats not a thick plated BW transport, and adrenaline rush is revitalizing me, helping me feel alive again.
I've visited that blasted Gallia, vast systems populated by the strangest people I've seen. Even citizens of Kusari are more comprehensible to me. And that brigands ritual - "Grand Guilt Tin-tin" I've heard about, ugh. It's good to be back to Malta, I'd like to forget that strange culture, but they are just one system away from Alpha with an awfully extensive war fleet, so all Maltese people should be aware of this barbarians.
75th squadron is growing every day due to Comandantes Claes charisma and exceptional combat prowess. I'm lucky to get trained by Comandante, cause as I see now I'm far away from being even proficient with a LF. Fantasmi is running out of free space for new recruits and guess what will be a cure for this problem! Yesterday Comandante, Henrique, Camilla and me visited a Storta, which was kindly sold to senora Claes by 101st administration, or a ruin of a Storta I'd say. Anyway me and Camilla were able to reengage its reactors and even not to blown all ship to heavens, (Henriques paranoia can be useful at times). Maybe we'll have a house-warming party soon.
Oh, speaking of parties I've attended Camillas birthday one and half week ago. It was fun, but I've sat in the corner all evening, better this way, cause I can be quite intolerable as all Alvarezes.
So I've got a new goal. My life is going on, and I'm again eager to see what it'll bring to me next day.

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Haven’t written for awhile, since my New Year vacation I’ve taken to go skiing, I’ve no contacts with squadron members except Camilla and Horacio. And the most disturbing thing is absence of the Comandante, Camilla states that, according to her information Comandante had faced some problems and wouldn’t be available for some time. So I have to take a responsibility for squadrons logistic and finalize that deal with the Junkers Congress concerning supplies for La Falange D’oro repair. Congress ships have no access to Carthagena Shipyard and I’m not sure that our request to grant them access to Omicron-81 guard system will be fulfilled. I made an attempt to establish staging point for this delivery, but it seems that owners of Albion Light ignored my request, so we’ll have to use Valetta, though it’s pretty busy and probably will cost me a lot.
Though all these cares are trifles compared to a gift I’ve received that day from a great Guardian Spirit. The routine patrol through Kusari space and Taus turns out to be a crucial moment of my life. Never see anything that can be compared to a magnificence of guardian spirits.
My search in Bretonia space wasn’t successful; I’ve found only a dormant supply depot. This looks like a cruel joke on me, but I won’t give up. As I’ve finished with this delivery problem I’ll leave to Magellan and try to search “east” borders of the Barrier. I’m sure that I’ll have every prospect of success this time, to see what was hidden for centuries, to touch legacy of guardian spirits; and return to see Comandante back in business, to make myself at home at some stateroom aboard La Falange D’oro.

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After entering ancient jumpgate something changed. This jump wasn't alike any of jumps before. Scimitar fly like a drunken snipe.

Unknown system, that contains two solars, three planets and some sort of semitransparent nebula and probably some Guardian Spirits structures, was waiting for exploration. And in several minutes Esteban realize that exploration is a matter of life and death, cause jump gate on this side was dead and unresponding.

While spaceships computer calculates an approximate location searching and comparing visible and known solars spectrum, Esteban weigh up his chances. Main problem was provision and water, five days at best, Scimitar even having good spacefaring ability was never designed as a sleeper ship.
//Esteban look at the monitor.

"Well, at least my speculations turns out right, "east" edge of the Barrier" - chuckles Esteban: "and in five days I'll find a home of spirits or jump hole or still have enough fuel, that overpriced by Hackers of Mactan fuel, to make my departure bright, warm and not boring at all." Awaken engine spits a jet stream propelling ship towards.
Nebula veils system solars and dark matter begin to eat up ships hull and external equipment, even additional armor plating installed on Estebans fighter wasn't able to protect against this particle bombardment.

Gate left far behind, but dark matter cloud seems have no end. "At least there will be no need to wait five days if I failed" - thinks ironically Esteban: "Even if you are eaten, you have two exits."

Suddenly Esteban spots a line of objects stretched across the nebula, looking much like a trade lane.

"And this "lanes" goes from that place to where?" was a momentary thought accompanied by a sharp turn. He nearly missed the station shaded by a treacherous nebula.

At last, this was the place great Guardian Spirit was dreaming about. Ancient, yet beautiful station graciously drifts in a space. It was nothing like dormant supply depot in Chester system, smooth lines, pleasant proportions, space-flower blooming in the dark depth, a reward for those who dares to seek it.

The Station glows in a calm violet light, shows no aggression, waiting for discoverer.

Agile Scimitar makes another turn around, while Esteban admires his gift, then make its way to what looks like a landing bays.
//Docking sequence initiated...