Nos Sectus

"Fortunes favors the bold, my son" was the last thing I remember my father telling me as I boarded my lowly frigate, destination unknown. It was always my childhood dream to follow the footsteps of my father, to roam the heavens at the mercy of fortune, the ship your best and only friend.
However, he never mentioned space was ruthless, unforgiving. This is no place for dreamers; cold reality awaits at every corner. I embrace it now, danger has become my addiction.
I am determined to shadow his legacy, unless space has other plans for me.

"Love your enemies, for they tell you your faults"
- Benjamin Franklin