Miguel was the only child born to Tito and Maria Sephardi. Tito was the only son of Raul and Carla Sephardi. Raul was the only son of Carlos and Trina Sephardi. The Sephardi Familia had once been great and powerful, fielding a fleet of over 70 combat ships, but by the time Miguel was 16 the fleet had been willed down to only 5 ships. The Final blow came when Tito passed away, leaving young Miguel as the head of La Familia Sephardi.
Miguel tried his best to hold his family together, but it was just to much to expect from one so young. One day a visitor arrived at the gates of the Sephardi villa asking for a meal and a place to rest for the night. Me was a man in middle age, and while he wore the clothes of a pauper, he could tell this man was no mere pauper. Miguel invited him into the villa, gave him a room, and a hot meal. Later in the evening Miguel invited the stranger into his late father and grandfathers study. They say down by the fire, in front of all those old books, now seemingly just decorations, relics from glorious past, Miguel thought to himself. "It is time for us to speak." the stranger said in a quiet voice. "You understand I am no pauper, yes?" the stranger asked, seemingly already knowing the answer. Miguel nodded, not feeling a word was necessary, he seemed to already have a strange bond with this stranger he had met only this day. " I am Pedro Maniaco, Elder of the Brotherhood, and I am here to offer you an option. I know what your family is going through, I knew your father, he was a strong ally of ours, and I promised to watch over you when he passed away, keep you on the righteous path." Pedro poured himself a glass of water from the carafe on the table, slowly sipping the water. Miguel thought about the information he had just been given. He knew of the Brotherhood, they were spoken about in hushed tones in many places, a radical group, some though they did more harm than good for the Corsairs as a nation. He had also heard his father speak of them, he seemed almost envious of them, "they didn't let diplomacy dictate their actions" he remembered his father saying to one of his advisers. Miguel was the one to break the silence, " and the option you spoke of Elder Manico?" Miguel asked almost as an after thought. "Join us." Pedro began, "Let the Sephardi family live on forever within The Brotherhood. We all come from families big and small, equal in our devotion to the Corsair people and protecting their futures."
That is how it began for Miguel Sephardi, after joining The Brotherhood, Miguel has flew many missions with his fellow Corsairs, a veteran of the TBH/RM war Miguel was elevated to the Rank of Centurion, one of his main responsibilities being personal security for the Elders. He can often be found on the wing of his fellow Centurion Ivan Voronov during the ongoing campaign against the Outcasts in Omicron Eta.
The Ze'ev we all know and love, was born Naato Togachi on Planet Kyushu 35 years ago. His parents were farmers, owning a small farm, where they grew orange trees and tomatoes. Naato grew up working on the farm and going to the local school. He was not a big city person, and on his assorted trips to metropolitan areas, he always felt a little overwhelmed. As a child Naato spent much of his time with the workers on the farm, helping in their assorted tasks where he could. As he matured he became a veracious reader, consuming anything he could get his hands on, from kids books and novels, to farm equipment manuals and software instructions. He began fixing odd things around the farm and by the time he was 15 he had developed quite a talent for fixitry. In high school, one of his teachers, noticing his passion for reading began to bring him in books that went part of the curriculum. Ancient texts by men with names like Plato, Clausewitz, Begin, Paine, and Sun Tzu. Naato was amazed by the depth and breadth of what he was being exposed to, taking ever book and reading it two and three times over, analyzing every twist and nuance till he understood it completely.
When Naato entered college, he was forced to deal with his uncomfortably with large groups. Naato had been admitted to the Naval Academy on New Tokyo, and for a person who had never been more than 300 kilometers from where he was born, going to another planet was an amazing journey. With his bags loaded on the shuttle, Naato was about to go into space for the first time. Looking down upon Kyushu, we gained a new respect for the duality of the human spirit, the insignificance of a single human in the greater universe, along with the amazing power a single person could have. His teacher had given him one last book to read before he went off to the Naval Academy, he had brought it to read on the shuttle, the book, "The Prince" written by an ancient Italian by the name of Nichols Machiavelli, and it would impact him more than any book he had ever read.
Age: 23
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Planet/Station of Origin: Baden Baden
Background Information: I was born on planet New Berlin, son of a cook and a maid. My parent were determined to make a better life for me. They made sure I excelled in school and when the time came, I was enrolled in the Rhineland Military Academy. In the Academy, I excelled at Light Fighter and Very Heavy Fighter combat, and when I graduated, I was assigned to Planetary Defense on Planet Baden Baden.
Basic Personality Traits: I have had to be strict with myself to get where I am, and I expect no less from others. I am ruthless and disciplined. I excel in a group structure.
[font=Calibri]<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%]Richard Saunders was born on Planet Houston in the Texas system twenty seven years ago. His father ran a small newspaper and his mother cleaned the homes of LPI executives. While Richard's father Ben was well known locally, his mother was the one who paid the rent. Most people saw Ben as a nice guy, but a bit of a kook. His newspaper ran crazy stories about the corrupt nature of the Liberty government, and most people thought they we pretty farfetched, that was until the day Ben went missing. Richard was 15 that day, he never saw his father again. Most of the people who talked to him about it seemed to think that Ben must have gotten to close on a particular story, and that he was killed because he knew too much.
After his father's disappearance, Richard went through Ben's things, looking at documents, trying to find out what it was his father had been killed for, but getting no answers. Richard had to know why his father had been killed, the question festered in him, month after month, year after year, he searched through every document his father had, and still felt like he was nowhere.
During this time he occasionally printed editions of the paper, finishing stories his father had started. It was about three days after the release of one of the editions, a story on a place called "Alaska" that the man came to his door. The man didn't say his name, but told Richard that he was the one that had given Ben the information on "Alaska." The Man told Richard that he wasn't safe anymore, not after the last story had come out. Richard didn't waste any time, he packed up his father's files and books, and loaded them on the old Rhino his father had, and left Houston that very night. First he dropped his mother off at her cousin's home on Los Angeles hoping she would be safe there, and headed out into the Border Worlds, hoping time out of Liberty would allow him to find the answers he was looking for. He also decided to change his name, feeling it was his father's work he needed to finish; he took the name Ben, until he finished his father's work, and then he could be Richard again.
Ben traveled the Sector for 4 years, exploring the Omegas and Tau's and seeing the beauty of the Omicrons. He traded to earn a living, but only so he could continue his research. He spent his time learning as much about Liberty as he could, the philosophy and politics of the government, the rights and liberties afforded to citizens under the Laws of Liberty, and also about its history, not only hear in Sirius but going back to Earth and the Country of the United States. It was, as Ben learned his father's favorite topic in history, and he had many books on the topic. One in particular had taken control of Ben's mind; it was called "Common Sense" by a man name Thomas Paine. Ben saw many corollaries between Paine's time and his own. Paine talked about the pitfalls of power and the effects they had on governance. Ben saw the Liberty government in much the same way. Ben continued to write, and finally finished his first pamphlet named in honor of Paine's work; Ben called it "New Common Sense, Why it is we are doomed to repeat our mistakes." Ben decided he had to give the work to the people of Liberty, and set a course for NY.
When Ben arrived in NY, he found that things had gotten worse in Liberty, with an Officer of the SA demanding 5 million credits because Ben's ship had a thruster he had purchased from the Zoners. Ben didn't have anywhere near the amount of the fine, and while trying to explain that to the officer in question, his ship was ruthlessly destroyed, and his life almost taken from him, if it were not for a passing Liberty Rogue patrol. He found himself on Padua Base, with a few items, including a few disks of his father's most important writing, Paine's "Common Sense", and his own manuscript and not much else. He decided he would start the next chapter of his life here at Padua with the Rogues who had seen fit to save him.
Dasanteki Shin was born to Akamora and Keto Shin 34 years ago on Planet Honshu in Kusari. Akamora was a Samura executive and Keto enjoyed shopping trips to New Tokyo and philanthropic causes. Keto would often take Dasanteki on trips to Kyushu to throw charity dinners for the poor farmers there. Dasanteki found these events strange, they were trying to raise money for the poor farmers, but the women often spent more money throwing the party, then they raised in donations. The parties were always lavish affairs in ornate ballrooms, with long buffet tables. Men with handsome suits and women in elegant dresses, that probably cost more than the farmers they were trying to help made in a month. Dasa also found it strange that he never saw any farmers at these grand galas.
Dasa enjoyed his time with his father Akamora much more. Akamora was Vice-President of industrial security for the Samura company, the backbone of the Kusari economy. Akamora spent most of his time at the Samura Corporate headquarters on New Tokyo, and Dasa was usually with him. There were times that Akamora would travel, and be away from New Tokyo from a months at a time. Dasa felt very lonely during his fathers trips. He would sometimes go into Akamoto's office while his father was away. All the office personnel knew Dasa, and let him have run of the place while the senior Shin was away on business. It comforted Dasa to surround himself with his fathers things, he read reports and periodicals from his fathers desk, he looked at charts of trade routes, and other companies facilities. Dasa also read almost every book on his fathers shelves, mostly texts on economics, politics, and security, Dasa quickly became fairly knowledgeable in the in's and out's of the galactic economy.
When Dasa reached his 18th year, he joined the KNF, not as a career, to be sure, but as an experience. He had not attended university, and joined the Navy as an enlisted man for a 3 year term, intending to add something to his resume, while deciding what to do next. Dasa was assigned to the ground crew of a Catamaran bomber, and he learned his craft quickly, demonstrating an aptitude that got him noticed. For two years Dasa worked on the bomber crew, and all the while he had been quietly working on his own little side action. With his knowledge of Samura shipping codes and procedures, he had been sending packages to the family farm on Honshu for two years, every two weeks or so.
In his two years on the bomber crew, Dasa had become a talented electrician and an expert on weapons systems, he had become well known for patching equipment together, and matching weapons from different origins into existing systems. With his two year assignment on the bomber crew up, he was posted to the Nansei research facility in Kyushu. He was put on a team working on weapons based on alternative power sources. Dasa's work progressed at Nansei, and he got a chance to work with lots of cutting edge weapons, and as while working on the bomber crew, Dasa continued sending packages home, although not as frequently.
During his time at Nansei Dasa took the opportunity to take flight lessons, a program open to the civilian and military personnel stationed at Nansei to gain their basic pilots license. While Dasa was able to pass the class and gain his license, he was by no means a good pilot, although he could get from point A to point B... with his autopilot engaged.
As his time in the Navy came to an end, Dasa was forced to decide on what to do, but he could not bear to chose. He went home to the estate on Honshu, and took a break. One morning, about a month after arriving, Dasa woke up, and walked out to the large hanger on the grounds. Opening the mammoth doors he saw them, all the packages he had sent home over his three years of service, laying there, in front of him. Dasa walked into the hanger and began to move the packages around. He would look at the label, and move it into a different section of the hanger.
For 3 weeks he did that, looking at labels and moving packages. It may seem like a long time, but these were big packages, sometimes requiring a magnetic lift to move. Finally, Dasa opened the first package, a huge one, over twelve feet high, and four feet deep. The next package was twenty feet long and two feet wide. Dasa worked for two months, opening the packages and placing the items around the hanger.
Dasa had been on Honshu for almost six months, and had finally begun to work on his project. It would take him almost a year and half more to finish, but when Dasa stood there in the middle of the night, looking at what he had accomplished, he was amazed. There in Dasa's hanger sat a Catamaran bomber. What was more impressive was that it was a Catamaran that did not exist. The ship was built completely from replacement parts, the parts had been taken from different batches and shipments, over a 3 year period, there was no record of the ship anywhere, and it would be imposable to track it down if someone tried. Dasa went to sleep, a deep sleep that comes with a great accomplishment.
In the morning Dasa walked back out to the hanger. Again the sight of his ship took his breath away. After gazing at the ship, running his hand down her curves, he walked to the back of the hanger. Laying there were 4 packages he had not opened, each on stood about eight feet by 4 feet by 4 feet. Picking up a crowbar, Dasa pulled away the outer packaging off the first of the packages. Inside was the distinct shape of a fighter weapon case. Opening the case, he gazed on the purple weapon in front of him, it pulsated, as though alive. He closed the case, and went to unpack the other three packages. It took two more days to mount the weapons on his ship, and he was done.
Two and a half years after Dasa had arrived on Honshu, he took his ship out for it's first flight......
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