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I don't remember much of my youth. All I know I learned from my 'father', or at least the man I call that. According to him, my family had died when a Guristas raiding party attacked our transport on the way to New Caldari. Somehow, I survived the attack but the exposure to open space had robbed me of my memories.

Father taught me how to fly, as he noticed the look of revenge I had in my eyes. But, surprisingly, his teachings were not about combat. Deep into the intricacies of industry and trade he took me, and I was an avid learner.

Now, as I seek my own fortune, I keep a close eye on the skies, knowing what dangers look around any corner.



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Modules 60 20
Rigs 25 20
Ships 30 20

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