Galactic Mooserider was never meant for greatness. His father unknown to him left before he could even learn to walk, and his mother worn thin by the regret and unable to support another hungry mouth was left to abandon him at an orphanage adrift on a forgotten asteroid mining outpost, where no one came unless they were lost.

Born in the shadows of an asteroid refinery and raised by foster parents always high off the fumes of cheap isogen. He grew into a man burdened not by destiny but by constant debt and the endless hum of mining lasers that never paid enough isk. His vices were many but none were stronger than the cheap isogen called "blue crystal" that stained his lungs and is what eventually took his foster parents from him.

His foster parents leaving him nothing and his credits running dry, he turned to the only family he had left....His drones. they became like his children. he Swore to raise them better than how he was and to give them what he never had. He filled the ore bays and whispered bedtime stories across the inner comms and even changed their oil whenever they got squeaky.

Yet despite his devotion he was cursed with one fatal flaw. He never remembers to recall them. Time and time again, his countless children are left abandoned in asteroid belts, forgotten like a pebble in space while he is onto the next asteroid belt.

If you see him in low-sec, think twice before pulling the trigger. He isn't fighting for glory, but for custody of his children.