Starting off as a young lad, Flellin always found himself playin in the dirt. Rarely did he ever come home or go to sleep without dirt on his hands.

As he went through school he picked up Mathematics and physics rather well, and even the occasional poem. After a rather rash and impulsive action of freeing a Minmitar slave that belonged to an Ammar broker. He was quick to join up in a mining fleet in the outer edges of the Concord reigons to escape persecution. From then on he was out to make his fortune with his hands and build it from the ground up, with the help of his inginuity and his wit. Forever wondering what had happened to the brave slave who ran for his freedom. Wondering if he had picked up the piloting skills fast enough to fight, or if he had succumbed to fear, and died.