Always loved participated in fanfic, I plan on keeping this updated for as long as I'm interested in E
(Which looks to be for a good long while)
Thepoint of view might change a little, from a 3rd person narrative (Like the intro below that I'm pulling from the CMDR intro thread), to 1st, or even something minimal like a captain's log. Also plan on introducing visual elements.
Anyway, here we go...
Deimos Anderson was a man first and foremost described as practical, having been raised only until he was old enough to find sustenance for himself. His father was a smuggler, who after sneaking some military grade weapons onto Levi-Montalcini city, had found a naive young woman to occupy his time for the night. After laying the seed from which Deimos would sprout, the man was never to be seen again.
Deimos mother, Adara, kept the baby, her naivity leaving her to believe that the smuggler would one day return to care for her and the little one both. This of course was a doomed hope, and by Deimos' seventh year, Adara had lost all of it. Blaming Deimos for a life of struggle (being unprepared for the responsibility of a child), she disappeared, whether to another station or into the void was not known.
Deimos quickly became used to a lifestyle on his own, even as a young one in the unforgiving system of Yakabugai. He almost preferred the independence to the harsh treatment he received from his mother. As a child it was not hard for him to stowaway on ships he knew were bound for systems that had abundances of resources, and did this through the age of 12.
One day, while aboard the ship of a freelance spacer by the name of Alioth Draxx, he was discovered. Deimos had grown too large to hide in the cargo holds and avoid detection, and a toe stuck out from behind a canister of Artwork meant for a black market in the Eravate system.
Alioth, a gentle natured man who had always wanted a child but was either too sterile, or too ugly to father one, decided to take the boy in, and raise him to be a spacer as well.
The two made successful runs of slaves, weapons, artwork, narcotics (even rolling and lighting a few kilos to themselves towards their latter years together) for quite a time. So successful were they, that on his 19th year, Deimos was gifted a Sidewinder with two pulse lasers, and the title of Alioth's official wingmate.
Deimos' (and Alioth's...) luck ran dry a few years following... During a routine smuggling of weapons into Eravate's Cleve Hub, Deimos was scanned by a federal agent in a heavily armed Viper. Alioth was there to help, but the arrival of three more feds seemed to vanish all hope of their surviving thee instance.
It was at this point that Deimos heard over his comm, "You've got longer to go than I have, son. This is your last chance to get the hell outta here."
Deimos, although torn at the thought of losing the only other person who had shown him love, was too practical to miss this chance, and never had the Sidewinder's computer voice sounded so cold and less human as during the countdown where he watched Alioth's Cobra blip vanish from his radar.
To this day, Deimos is a wanted man and a reliable smuggler (although he would prefer the term Capitalist), moving slaves, narcotics, weapons, artwork, what have you, for the expected price of a high rate smuggler.
The most important part of this story, however, is yet to unfold....
(Which looks to be for a good long while)Thepoint of view might change a little, from a 3rd person narrative (Like the intro below that I'm pulling from the CMDR intro thread), to 1st, or even something minimal like a captain's log. Also plan on introducing visual elements.
Anyway, here we go...
Deimos; Story of a Spacer
Prologue
Deimos Anderson was a man first and foremost described as practical, having been raised only until he was old enough to find sustenance for himself. His father was a smuggler, who after sneaking some military grade weapons onto Levi-Montalcini city, had found a naive young woman to occupy his time for the night. After laying the seed from which Deimos would sprout, the man was never to be seen again.
Deimos mother, Adara, kept the baby, her naivity leaving her to believe that the smuggler would one day return to care for her and the little one both. This of course was a doomed hope, and by Deimos' seventh year, Adara had lost all of it. Blaming Deimos for a life of struggle (being unprepared for the responsibility of a child), she disappeared, whether to another station or into the void was not known.
Deimos quickly became used to a lifestyle on his own, even as a young one in the unforgiving system of Yakabugai. He almost preferred the independence to the harsh treatment he received from his mother. As a child it was not hard for him to stowaway on ships he knew were bound for systems that had abundances of resources, and did this through the age of 12.
One day, while aboard the ship of a freelance spacer by the name of Alioth Draxx, he was discovered. Deimos had grown too large to hide in the cargo holds and avoid detection, and a toe stuck out from behind a canister of Artwork meant for a black market in the Eravate system.
Alioth, a gentle natured man who had always wanted a child but was either too sterile, or too ugly to father one, decided to take the boy in, and raise him to be a spacer as well.
The two made successful runs of slaves, weapons, artwork, narcotics (even rolling and lighting a few kilos to themselves towards their latter years together) for quite a time. So successful were they, that on his 19th year, Deimos was gifted a Sidewinder with two pulse lasers, and the title of Alioth's official wingmate.
Deimos' (and Alioth's...) luck ran dry a few years following... During a routine smuggling of weapons into Eravate's Cleve Hub, Deimos was scanned by a federal agent in a heavily armed Viper. Alioth was there to help, but the arrival of three more feds seemed to vanish all hope of their surviving thee instance.
It was at this point that Deimos heard over his comm, "You've got longer to go than I have, son. This is your last chance to get the hell outta here."
Deimos, although torn at the thought of losing the only other person who had shown him love, was too practical to miss this chance, and never had the Sidewinder's computer voice sounded so cold and less human as during the countdown where he watched Alioth's Cobra blip vanish from his radar.
To this day, Deimos is a wanted man and a reliable smuggler (although he would prefer the term Capitalist), moving slaves, narcotics, weapons, artwork, what have you, for the expected price of a high rate smuggler.
The most important part of this story, however, is yet to unfold....
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