Found in the wreckage of an intersteller transport, infant Devrin was disliked by practically everyone that came into contact with him. From his government assigned caseworker to his caseworker assigned guardians to his guardian born siblings, everyone felt uneasy around Devrin. Perhaps the way they caught him looking at them, when he almost never made eye contact when being spoken to directly. His intense pupil-less gaze absorbing too much - not only what was superficially offered, but also the normally inconsequential; as a poker player absorbs tells.

As a newly discharged pilot from the Federal Navy Academy, Devrin was observed opening random cargo containers, scrounging for scraps and unaware of the nature of these unlikely traps. When a Valor official arrived, Devrin's frozen "corpse" was sucked through a jet intake and inadvertantly revived, gasping for air in the vaccuum of space.

Valor, however, seemed to vaporize. And from the gentle mist, I awoke a pilot once again...