Name:Freyja "Fylgja" Nylund[img float=right]http://i.imgur.com/7xetyS1.jpg?1[/img] Occupation:Order Primary Fleet pilot Age:23 Height:1M 67CM Hair Color:Blonde Eye Color:Blue Weight:56KG DOB:28th of March, 800 AS, Freeport 5, Omega 41 Biography: Freyja was born in 800 AS., on Freeport 5 in Omega 41 to a family of Zoner xenobiologists. They occassionally took trips into the deep Omicrons, however these quickly became more and more dangerous, as the Nomad War came to a start. Among the first to see a Nomad in the deep Omicrons, the memory of these creatures is deeply imprinted in her head.
However, soon after these occassional contacts, and subsequent evasive flights, the Nomad War ended. The Order made itself publicly known, and her parents decided to make contact with them, arranging food supplying and several other needed supplies to go to their bases in the Omicrons. This in turn helped them fund their research into the Nomads, which they had picked up after the War, through the funds the Order provided for these goods.
It wouldn't be long however untill another party took interest in the Omicrons. The Corsairs had always left them alone, and the northern sniffers they had never encountered before. However, a new, anti-Order plague had sprung up in there to claim the bounties. That which is now known as the Core, but back then was known as the Bounty Hunters Guild Core.
The ship that Freyja and her parents were on, carrying supplies for the Order was ambushed by the Core, in an attempt to cut the Order off supplies, for the Battle of Toledo had began. Lucky enough to be safed by a passing Order patrol, they made their way for Toledo and took shelter in one of the underground cities there. They were safe here for a few weeks, but then the Nomads attacked, rupturing the planets fault lines, engulfing the planet in flows of lava, killing millions.
Freyja's parents died in the ensuing chaos, and she was the only one of her friends and family to make it to the evac ships bound for Akabat. It was then she swore revenge against the insects of the Core, and the luminous space squids commonly known as the Nomads, or Slomon K'hara.
For 5 years now she has trained and fought them, untill she recently joined the Primary fleet and serves there with pride, fighting the many enemies they face in the deep Omicrons. Notable event record:
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This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched.
Well, today turned out to be rather interesting. I was on my way back to Mu from Sigma 13, after having gotten some specialized equipment for my vessel when I ran into a freelancer named Erin Ayamura. She seemed to be having trouble with her engines as I passed by, so I helped her fix them. As it turns out, she was an independent contractor just hauling alcohol to Samura on Kurile. I kept in mind that we always need more supplies for our struggle deep in the Omicrons, so I took her to Meshkenet to sign up a form for a supply contract. As a test to see if she is trustworthy and all. We do need any help we can get after all. She was hesitant to sign it however, told me she has to think on it. Well, she knows who keeps the datapad where she can sign now. She was tired so I allowed her to stay in my quarters I had reserved on there. Lets hope something good will come of this. Freyja signing off.
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This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched.
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