I’m not quite sure how I ended up here. I had a very lucrative smuggling operation running goods out of the Lave system, a few hundred light years from Earth. One day my Cobra MkIII got hit by an unstable wormhole.

The next thing I knew I was waking up in the pilot seat of my now crippled ship looking at a Amarr battle cruiser bearing down on me. I spent the next five years as an Amarr Slave, one day I was accompanying my “owner” on a business trip. We were going through a starbase departures checkpoint. When the Amarr security guard pulled out his gun, shot the bastard in the head and told me to run. At the time I didn’t know why he did it all I knew was that I owed him big time. I jumped on my now deceased owners ship and headed for Gallente space. Security seemed a little too tight for smuggling so I took up mining, a few months later I learnt the truth about my escape. My sister Vicky had followed me trough, it had taken her five years but she found me and she'd got me out.