The stars appear a simple hazen shape to me as I try to gather my senses, the gooey feeling of Ship interface slim coating my being as I look about. I was in a pod, with tons of wreckage floating around me, I fear for my life, but no one was around, what happened?. I started to search what was left of my charred clothing, all I found was a burnt pilots liscence that read ***d A**de** Nezroth. I hope to find who I am, what kind of person I was and maybe make the galaxy a safer place as I find myself. I know this though....I hate pirates for what they do....maybe they have something to do with my past, for now I'll settle for missions, but someday I vow to destroy the pirates until I findout what has happened to me.