Basjee

It was a mundane life we were living, my brothers and I. I was an engineer for Core Complexion. another brother a geologist for Minmatar Mining, the third a maintenance engineer for the Thukker Tribe. We weren't getting rich though we were by no means poor.

All it took was night of heavy drinking to convince us we needed a change. We each bought a cheap mining vessel and took to space. I convinced a cousin, a heavy equipment driver for Minmatar Mining, that he would find more opportunity in the great beyond so he rented a used hauling vessel and followed us. Some months later a friend of our cousin, a drifter, a smuggler, a man who couldn't hold a job, jumped onboard with our band, borrowed a cruiser and now follows us through space.

We still aren't rich, we are much closer to poor, but we can't get space out of our blood.

Not that we try.