Who I was and who I now am are two very different things. Fallen. Betrayed. Exiled. These pains I've become friends with well.

I grew up spending most of my time around massive barges and their constant companions of rock, ice and metals. The loneliness of hours and hours as powerful lasers carve destruction into billion year old astroids. The heat of fires and liquid earth still radiate against my skin. All part of a promised life handed down to me that I never wanted. Until I finally decided that I will follow my own path.

Leaving behind the familiarity of family, friends and stone. I joined the security division of the Caldari state. I fell again and again but I also grew. Years passed and I finally earned my place amongst the elite pilots of the 117th tactical wing. "Out gunned, out numbered, no chance of surivival" the officers said and yet I flew. I was ultimately betrayed and forced to flee. My only companion now is "Shadow". Where will the stars take me? I do not know.