When i first looked at my clone... i couln't belive how far technology had come. but as i fly in this cold and lonly galaxy knowing that death will not be the end for me. this brings me a small comfort though it does not ease my restless dreams of being spaced out here... no ship, no crew, no oxygen. but still i must keep ploughing though the asteroids out here to carve out my living by mining asteroids for their pressious and not so pressious metal.

Graduating from captain school and being given my own ship was one thing... managing my own crew out here has many more challanges then i ever thought. now im incharge of a small coloney on a planet... its name, Classified information, its location, Classified infornmation. i just hope i can keep these people safe, and most of all turn a profit in this crazy universe.