Born in Imperial space on O’Rurke Colony, on the Excioce system, from an immensely rich and powerful family that made fortune selling slaves.
Had to flee Imperial space after my father was betrayed by a so called “ friend” that sent my father and most of his trading fleet on a system that was about to fall into Federal control. My father escaped, but lost everything.
My father, after loosing all his fortune, committed suicide.
Heavily indebted, my family had no choice but to turn into slavery in order to survive.
It is then that I found out what being an imperial slave really means.
Officially a slave is protected by imperial laws, but in truth, it all depends on who is your future owner.
Ours was an ancient rival of my father, and mistreated my mother, my sisters and myself with glee. Everyone was to scared to denounce him, and a slave word is puny in comparison to a mighty imperial trader.
Disgusted by our whole society being built on the shoulders of slaves, and yearning for payback. I decided to flee, to exile myself into Federal space.
Once there, I discovered that while it is not easy, with enough determination, it is perfectly possible for anyone to climb the societal ladder.
And as long as I respected the law, they couldn’t care less of my origins.
And so, I ended up joining the ranks of the Federal navy where I discovered that I had talent for piloting. So much so that I made it up to the rank of Rear Admiral, and banking enough money to get myself a powerful Federal Corvette.
My ultimate goal is to free my family, restore its honor, avenge my father. And hopefully, rid the Empire from that cancer that is the slave trade.