Juan Kamppa Story

[Drakarys]

My Story

ID: Juan Kamppa
Skype: wappensis
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Greetings.

My name is Juan Kamppa

I have 56 years

My skills are distant from longo flight time in Sirius. I'm no expert fighter, but I always try to do my best against anyone who crosses my path. I also appreciate very transport goods and supply contracts signed with me and or partnership other friends of the moment.

The reason why I chose to join me with Corsairs, first to love the Gamma system and the courage of our Corsair people struggling day to day against invaders and also seeking to get resources to support families dependent on every father, mother and children Corsair .

I was born in Crete planet, although I grew up in Omega 47.

I graduated in a Academia del Perdido in a special program Tactical Flight, designed to train pilots on how to use the craft environment and environmental smaller as asteroid fields to gain the upper hand in combat.

I bought a small ship of a Corsair dealer and started smuggle some product Crete for Liberty. When completed thirty-six years old, I had a small fortune and flew with several ships, my favorite is the Titan. But finally a stroke of bad luck, I mus a business and lost part of what he had won with a lot of sweat. Now I think recover anything gaining financial credits and fame to fulfill commitments to the Corsair family.
This whetted my desire to venture me with you in the fulfillment of your contract whether of nature, protection of convoys and any other and thus discover new horizons and people, make new friends, etc.

We can find ourselves out there in the hedges and corners of the universe. See you later

Juan Kamppa

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[Drakarys]

Good memories ....
today I made a trip of delivery of Xeno Relics.
I put my employees to mine and fill my Esseudárius and after tracing the waypoint rumei for my business purpose.
I looked back with a mixture of longing to return to Omicron Gamma, to Planet Crete and its adjacent stations. Especially for Puerto del Sol, where I did the last repair of Juan Tramp, name of my Heavy Transport.

The interesting thing is that I thought the trip would be monotonous and without any news. Usually on a commercial flight from the Omicron Gamma to New London, after the Omicron Omega and sailing on the inhospitable Cayman system, we are supposed to find some merchant and even Mollys enemies as well as Bretonians.
But none of this happened and passing through Dublin without any start, I arrived in Trafalgar, Base Junker, where I presented the papers for discharge.
The master of unloading told me that it would take some time and so I went to the diner to feed myself adequately, since due to my duties as commander of the Esseudarius, I had not been fed as it should, to have a health able to fly always with mastery.

That's where the unexpected happened !! I met an old childhood friend. From the one that we miss, because of the adventures of adolescence, when finishing fundamental studies and entering the college preparatory, together we were enthusiastic about the future possibilities, besides the partnership in the conquests among the girls of the college and the followed dances of graduations that followed year after year of those graduating for the interstellar service in the various houses that form the Sirius Coalition.
It had been such a long time since we had seen each other, we did not notice the time passing.
We've got our conversation in order and now I know my friend Tony Altman is also married and has a beautiful family, a home and a good space trading business in Sirius.
We are to see each other again, that is, we are thinking of getting our families to know each other and we can continue to narrow our experience of life in this vast universe.

We say goodbye warmly with the hope of better days, for to have friends matters not to be anyone in existence.
We are social beings.