Sarasti.

He woke up from a cracked and damaged cryopod on an unknown asteroid, drifting through space - continuation of life was unlikely.

Staring down at the strange lettering on the cryopod was only one word.... SARASTI. In his final moments he contemplated what this word might mean, was it a place? Was it his name? Or something else. Only to realise he had no memories, which made his last few moments meaningless - he laughed out loud at this cruel epiphany. A laugh that was as cold and empty as the black void of space.

Though through a combination of luck, fortitude and an alien survival instinct - he endured. Leaving the asteroid and thus began on a path that would eventually lead to him becoming a capsuleer.

Still to this day he hasn't recovered any memories from before. The only thing he knew was that his name was the power that kept him alive. A secret that no-one knew. A searing warning all were oblivious to.....


His name is Sarasti.