ROLEPLAYING - Introduce your Commander

[Commander Starcloak]

GalNet Real Commanders In Focus

In today's segment we take a look at Commander Starcloak. Risen to prominence only recently as a familiar face in the Sol system and bright new star of the Federal Navy, Commander Starcloak's origins are mysterious and largely unknown. This reporter was denied access to the Federal Navy's official file on Commander Starcloak, as its contents fall under classified Intelligence document restrictions. However, what is known is that Commander Starcloak's transponder was first recorded at Trevethick Dock in the LHS 3447 system on 16th December 3300, attached to a de Lacy Sidewinder Mk 1. In fact, this reporter was able to find those in the sector that remember the Commander well. An anonymous spacedock traffic controller at Ackerman Market in Eravate had this to say:

"Yeah, I remember that one. Came in out of LHS 3447. Sidewinder coming in a bit wobbly. Damn greenhorns on their first flight. Set down on the wrong pad, set off the automated defence systems. I still remember the frantic calls of confusion over the comms. Didn't get away in time; ship got sheared apart. 'Course, I had to send the clean up crew over to rescue the pilot from the ejector seat floating around the bay, clear up the wreckage. Still got the fine on our books, actually. Another fine we can't collect on because the commander's 'out-of-range'. Do they think we have the resources to go chasing them across several sectors? Probably never get those credits back."

Commander Starcloak made this comment about the incident:

"Yes, I remember that... unfortunate accident. It's true, I was a greenhorn. But I'd gladly pay Ackerman Market's fine. They won't let me wire them the credits from here though. I don't know why but they're insisting I pay it off in person. If I ever go back that way I will. But right now I have a job to do."

The Commander was seen early on flying from LHS 3447 to Sol, and shortly thereafter spotted assisting other commanders to make the same journey, flying the same route as she herself had done. The Commander appears to have attracted little attention for a time as a small-time trader around the busy Sol neighbourhood as a Midshipman in the Federal Navy. However, at some point before the turn of the year, Commander Starcloak was spotted in a brightly painted red-and-gold Eagle, and it's this vessel which the Commander is most well known for. Rumour has it that Commander Starcloak, and other commanders flying the same colours, have been spotted performing manouevres above Earth. The captain of a Lakon Type-9 Heavy anonymously revealed to us:

"I swear it! I saw the Eagle land inside FNS Erebus, inside the fighter bay, and then come out again a short time later. Then it performed repeated fly-throughs of the capital ship's interior corridor at maximum thrust. It was Commander Starcloak's transponder."

Federal Navy authorities refused to comment amidst speculation that a squadron of elite fighter Eagles is being trained above Earth. Officials at M. Gorbachev offered only this brief statement: "Commander Starcloak is a respected ally and a Lieutenant of the Federal Navy. It is no secret that she frequents our station. What military contracts she may or may not have undertaken, we are not privy to."

Commander Starcloak has certainly risen up the ranks of the Federal Navy fast, a fact which has fuelled the aforementioned speculation, which posits that the Commander is being fast-tracked up the ranks due to being offered a position in such a squadron. Speculation aside, the Commander has become a well known name in the Sol system, and widely known as a bounty hunter and combat fighter. The Commander's most recent appearance in combat was at the Battle of Wolf 359 last week, where the Federation were fighting off an uprising by local mafia authorities. On board flight footage from the Commander's Eagle in formation with other squadmates was mysteriously leaked into the public domain, renewing theories about top secret fighter squadrons. Very recently, the Commander has been seen flying a Cobra Mk III, and docking records at Gorbachev reveal that she is also the owner of a Viper, in addition to her more recognisable Eagle.

"Yes, I've been plying the trade routes of late," the Commander told us, "I'd give you a tip about the Silver run from Daedalus to Gorbachev but the market's experienced a downturn in just the past few days. I'm now operating on new routes, as well as, of course, continuing my work for local Sol authorities and the Federal Navy."

However, just today we received a tip off that Commander Starcloak's infamous fighter Eagle has been seen in Tanmark, where local authorities are undertaking a widely publicised drive to reduce piracy in the system. When questioned about her participation in this drive possibly supporting Lucan Onionhead, the new narcotic that the Federation is working to have declared illegal, the Commander commented:

"I do not support Onionhead or Lucan Onionhead. It's a narcotic with harmful effects, if you've ever seen for yourself a pilot dosed up on it. I'm here to reduce piracy in the area and break the backs of the infamous Tanmark Posse criminal gang, for which I am being duly recompensed. I steer clear of Lucan Onionhead."

The Commander refused to be drawn on rumours of an elite fighter squadron, but did have this to say:

"I'm pretty well known as a reckless hotshot around these parts. I wouldn't be surprised if the traffic controllers at Gorbachev said; 'who is that maniac coming in to Pad 12 at max thrust? Oh, that's just Commander Starcloak again', every time I come in to dock."

When asked about racing, the Commander replied:

"Yeah, I've heard of the racing Eagles, the tracks. Tried some of the tracks myself outside of race days. I've thought about it, and I think I'd like to race sometime. But my Eagle's not the ship for it. This one, she's built for combat. She's earned me a lot of kills and credits, and I've lovingly poured those credits back in to making her the best damn fighter Eagle I can. For a racing Eagle you'd need a completely different loadout. Strip off the armour, strip out a lot of the internals, soup up the thrusters... One day I might just get a racing Eagle and join one of those races."

Is racing the Commander's dream?

"I'd like it, but it's not the dream. I've thought about just getting an Asp too and setting off into the great unknown to explore the wonders of the galaxy. But this is the dream. Being a damn good fighter pilot. I'm living the dream."

Nevertheless, the Commander remains a mysterious figure. "Starcloak" is well known to be merely a callsign, and her real name is unknown. Likewise is unknown her ultimate origins. Why does she spend so much time in the Sol neighbourhood? A few posit an Earth-bound liaison of the romantic kind, but much more popular is the rumour that the Commander is one of the very few Earthborn amongst Humanity's number. I put these rumours to the Commander, who replied with an enigmatic smile:

"Maybe it's as simple as this: that beautiful blue ball holds me mesmerised every time I look out my viewport at it, and takes my breath away."

 

[Guriin]

CMDR Guriin

Born into this world as the son of an imperial slave and a Sidewinder pilot who smuggled in my mother and another slave for some quick cash from a local misguided civil rights organization, I was raised at the Trevithick Dock in the LHS 3447 system. My mother died during childbirth so I grew in an orphanage, sponsored by the very organization that paid my father for my mother's freedom. As soon as I turned 18 they gave me rudimentary flight lessons, registered me with the Pilot Federation and gave me a sidewinder, with the expectation to never bother them again unless I blow my ship up. Growing up with no attachments, I left LHS 3447 with nothing but a sidewinder and a hate for the empire and the slave trade.

 

[Pistol Star]

CMDR Mia Sara

Arcani Imperious: Mia Sara

TOP SECRET

Height: 5 foot 5
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair: Black
Age: 34 (looks 16)
Class: A
Status: Active

"This is a video log entry from Centurion Felix Vulpes, Arcani group Corvus to summarize Baroness Mia Sara, Citizen of Capitol, Achenar.

Mia was an orphan, losing both her parents to military actions while engaged with the Federation. She applied for the Imperial Navy at the age of 18, where she scored highly on testing. Seen as too independent by her commanders (as our members too often are), she was invited to become an operative of the Arcani where she excelled at outside-the-box thinking and a quick student of combat, history, and economics. She underwent experimental genetic grafting which has greatly reduced her aging process, given her increased agility and strength, but at the cost of fatigue spells which happen once every few months. Her over-dependance on caffeine is noted in her unit. When not performing a mission, her attitude is almost passive, even when encountering members of the Federation. She also donates most of her earnings to the local Children's Charities.

Not the most dangerous, or the most Midas touched operative we have, Mia has however a dogged determination and excellent self control with a knack of exploiting weaknesses. During one mission with a renegade with a stolen Clipper, she slowly dissected said ship over the course of 10 minutes. This wouldn't be noteworthy, except she did this task in a beat up Type 6 freighter.

During the eradication of the pirates of Falisci, where we sent in an appropriate number of agents before the Navy could arrive, she notably delivered weapons to the beleaguered Imperial loyalists on the stations before going on a murderous rampage in a Viper outfitted with auto-cannons.

Currently, she is operating close to Achenar doing supply and peace-keeping duties. Should another outbreak of hostility arise, she will be activated again; she has proved to be capable and loyal asset to the Empire.

Centurion Felix Vulpes, signing off"
​

 

[Leprecaun72]

CMDR C Blair - ex military fighter pilot, drunkard and trying to rebuild a life after the wars.
Flying an old battered Cobra but after some fortunate, lucrative and slightly illegal runs, the poor old girl got traded in on an ASP.
Doing merchant runs with the scum of the galaxy its enough to disappear into the outer reaches.

 

[Betelgeuse001]

A Distant Voice

Personal Log: Beetle Geuse (Commander)
Star Date: 101014.3300
Finally got my wings! Flight Academy classes complete and graduation over! I borrowed some credits from mom to make a down payment on my first ship, a Sidewinder. She’s nothing fancy. Nothing a new paint job can’t fix. Mom is worried I’ll end up like the rest of my family. Enslaved on some remote back-water world or distant refinery. She still thinks I should have gone to University, like her, and worked for Clandestine Industries, Inc. here in Eravate. She doesn’t understand. I can’t really tell her why either. I’m not so sure I believe it myself or really want too. For me, it’s more of a need to just get away from the confines of what they call normal life. I need to feel space surround me. It’s like an itch I need to scratch. I just want to try and make it on my own out there in the universe.

So, what follows is the rest of the story. I’ll do my best to keep it accurate to what I was told. This comes from my mother. It was kind of a bedtime ritual for us as I was growing up. Almost a hundred years ago, our family had left Earth for a fresh start in the Ross 154 system. My grandfather, Captain Douglas Darwin, was a Diplomatic Liaison between the Imperial and Federal governments, at least that’s the official title. He was the recipient of the Crimson Brassard and the Black Polygon. For the most part he was a trader of rare and hard to get items. In many cases he ran blockades and delivered goods to those in need. Some may call that a smuggler, but he was more than that. Charitable and kind, but also a mighty force-- downright deadly with a military grade beam cannon.

On March 7th, 3208, while on one of his diplomatic missions, he and his crew vanished without a trace. No ship or debris was ever found. No black box or cargo, no ransom, no word of any kind. Just gone. His wife, Sahara, was devastated. She queried the Federal Alliance for years trying to find out what may have happened, but nothing ever came of it. He was simply listed as MIA-presumed dead. Her son, Nathaniel, was 14 at the time. There were also 2 daughters: Sara, my mother and Lily, my aunt. Nathaniel was the only one who ever talked about the incident. Most say he lost his mind. He buried himself in his art, his outlet for the depression. He was truly a tortured soul, having lost his father at such a young age. He always denied those allegations and refused any kind of psychological treatment. He spent his entire life trying to capture the images emblazoned in his mind by what he called “An Awakened Dream”.

Nathaniel claimed it was as if his mind just opened up. Images began to flash before his eyes like negatives of ancient photos, of worlds he didn’t recognize. The images were of distant places he had never seen, but yet he felt a sense of familiarity. The images were accompanied by a great sense of love and contentment, but also of loss and longing. The experience was so profound that Nathaniel spent the rest of his life trying to capture them in his art. Somehow, through the event, Nathaniel got the impression that this was a message from his father, contacting him through a technology he didn’t understand: something to do with DNA, genetics, brainwave patterns and quantum entanglement. Knowing he could never come home, his father found the means to connect with Nathaniel to let him know he was alive and well. Mathematics was a key element to many of Nathaniel's works. A fractal pattern, or erythematic imagery of -68 and 128 are quite common.

Nathaniel Darwin went on to produce hundreds of pieces in every type of medium. Many of his works still hang in museums throughout the Federation. Some are even said to be hanging in the Imperial Palace. One particular work, he repeated over and over again, trying to get it perfect. The final rendition is titled “A Distant Voice”. It hangs on my wall at home. I carry a holographic image of it with me to remind me of home. It's an image of a super-earth with a ring system and a single yellow sun.
Maybe one day I’ll find this distant world. The question is where to start looking?

In memory of:
Captain: Sir Douglas Darwin
Crew: Kate Brett, Joan and Rosalind Wilson, Michelle Finn, Joni Lomas, and Debbie Bell

 

[DaveSX]

CMDR DaveSX

Commander David Shar Xellington (a.k.a DaveSX) is born and raised in Cleve Hub on Eravate 2. He is the 2nd son of the merchants Mirida and Norman Xellington. Since he was a little boy, Dave have been fascinated by the size of the galaxy and hope to one day explore every single system in the galaxy. When he was 16, his father bought him a used Sidewinder to help him with his dreams. Using the Sidewinder, Dave began his dream of exploring the galaxy. During his journey, he will accept and do some delivery jobs in order to earn the necessary credits to maintain his ship.

However, he didn't manage to get far before a civil war broke out in Eravate. Seeing the unrest in his home system, Dave flew back to Eravate and traded in his Sidewinder for an Eagle as he enlisted into the Federation to help out in the war. Hopefully when the war ends, Dave will have earned enough combat bonds to buy himself a better ship before he continue on his dream to explore all the system in the galaxy.

 

[Alder Bradley]

Alder Bradley

Alder Bradley (Pvt. First Class)

Male

Samoan/Jewish

Birthplace Mars

Age 26

Titan Veteran. Toured 7 years under the Federation as a ground infantryman. Diagnosed with PTSD July 1 3300. Deemed generally unfit for duty and honorably discharged on Jan. 17 3301.

Military severance package used to purchase a Hauler.

Flagged for intelligence watch list.

Reason cited: Possible involvement in the murder of Sergeant Adele Mensch. (Case File 017398)

Current whereabouts unknown.

 

[Han Burgundy]

The story of Han Burgundy

Commander Han Burgundy was born on a small colony orbiting a small star in an insignificant arm of the galaxy. His life started out as most outlander’s lives start; with crushing poverty. Han was named after an ancient hero believed to be from Earth’s expansionary age. He was inspired by the story of this great warrior and humanitarian, so he left his home world in search of his own life’s great adventure. The road was rough at first forcing Han to work outside the law to survive. In his less than legal romps in alliance space he ran into a slave ship carrying its living cargo to a nearby mining world. Guided by his sense of justice and the memories of his childhood hardships, he disabled the vessel and freed its slaves. Among those slaves he met a woman named Ashia and promptly fell in love. They traveled the stars for 7 years as man and wife making a living mainly as honest traders, but they took a smuggling gig here and there for a little extra cash on the side. Things were going well until one day they were yanked out of hyperspace by an alliance interdictor in a neutral system. Han’s ship was no match for the swarming alliance vessels, so he dove into an asteroid field to try and lose them. Eventually his ship was damaged by one of the pursuing fighters and he was snagged by an alliance cruiser. The captain of the cruiser, Commander Changra Fellu, discovered that Han was a wanted man and Ashia was an escaped slave. Being a particularly cruel man, Commander Fellu decided that death was too easy of an end for the smuggler scum. He determined that it was much more fitting to strand Han on an asteroid with nothing but a VacSuit and twenty-four hours of air. Twenty-four hours that Han could use to agonize over the fact that his beloved Ashia would be sold back into slavery. With his oxygen supply dwindling, Han prepared to die as insignificant as he was on the day he was born. With one final futile action he diverted all remaining power in his suit to one last burst SOS transmission, then silently slipped into darkness. When he awoke he found himself on the medical deck of a mining vessel that happened to be passing nearby at the time. Against all odds he survived. Now with the alliance reporting him as dead he was no longer a wanted man and was free to start trying to put his life back together. He worked on the mining vessel until he had the cash to purchase a beat up Sidewinder. Now he had a new ship and a new mission in life; Find and free his beloved Ashia, and kill as many alliance dirtbags as he could until he drew his last breath.

You stay classy, Milky Way

 

[Finicky Ferret]

--------Incoming transmission from CMND Finicky Ferret--------
Hello? ... Is this thin*ThumpThumpThump*... Well. If you're out there, and you can hear this my name is Cecil Munroe, but everyone calls me Ferret, or Finicky Ferret, dreadfully. An unfortunate call sign I picked up from my peers in the Federal Navy I've been out here for... Weeks? No... *Audible rummaging* I'm not sure, the clock is out in thi*Clamoring noises drowns out audio* ...way too long and *audible gulp* I may have taken an eyeful of the abyss, or perhaps just a glimpse. Hopefully this will help, just knowing that someone else will hear this. Maybe. *A sigh escapes through the distorted comms* My hull is together after that last Icarus, and lucky for you, my comms are up too. My thrusters on the other hand are gimped and I'm going have to wait to see what systems we can scrap to get moving again... If you're out there, It's a pleasure. Hopefully when we meet again it'll be under better circumstance. Next round is on m*distortion drowns out signal*
--------End of transmission--------

 

[DocStone]

 

[Starnr]

CMDR STARNR: Starnr was born in a mining camp on the border between Fed and Imperial Space. At a young age he was forced to flee his birth system as the Fed and the Empire had over the years, devestated the system with constant wars .
He later fell in with a retired CMDR operating a pirating ring, where he proved to be cool under pressure and had a natural ability to fly. The retired CMDR pulled some strings and cashed in some favors and enrolled Starnr into Flight school. After graduation Starnr took his sidey and dissapeared into the galaxy.

All that is presently known of CMDR Starnr is that he has a deep hatred for the Federation and the Empire, and when he was in his cups he was known to mutter something about having to prepare for the comming chaos.
People who have met him found him to be reclusive with a calm deminure, and always ready to help someone in need.

 

[Qall]

My name is Qall, or the ship tells me so at least. I woke up in the cockpit of a Sidewinder and I have no memory prior to that. I hope this ship is mine, because I'm flying it around now. I don't appear to have any rank or insignia on my flight suit, but I do have some wings inked on the inside of my forearm... I guess that makes me a flyer.

I feel like reaching out to see if anyone out there knows who I am, but I also feel like may be I should keep my head down in case there's a bounty on it. Do I search out my past or try cultivate a new future of some kind? I've found something scribbled on the inside of this cockpit, it says “It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.” I guess I'll flip a coin then.

I'll see how it goes.

 

[Yolanta Purpura]

My name is Jemine Caesar, but people call me Jem. My birthdate is the 23rd of April 3274, and my homeworld is the fifth planet of LHS 3447. This is my story.


I was born in the habitation module of an itinerant troupe of entertainers. My mother, a classically trained dancer, would put on shows for the farming communities we visited. My father was somewhat less talented, but did his best to support the three of us by reciting popular extracts from the works of William Shakespeare. He would also sell bio-med packs to the more injury-prone farm workers. It wasn't until years later that I discovered the packs had no real medicinal value whatsoever.

We were a pathetic group, little more than common beggars, though the inhabitants of the towns we passed through described us in far less flattering terms; 'rogues', 'vagabonds' and 'ne-er-do-wells' were some of the more polite ones we heard.

Even so, men are men wherever you go, and when darkness fell my mother would often be visited by lonely farmhands looking for a little extra entertainment. At a reasonable price, of course.

Shortly after my 16th birthday we picked up a young man hitch-hiking his way across the continent. He said his name was Caz. He and I quickly became good friends. Caz was five years older than me, and told me he was going to the Sol system to make a name for himself on Earth. He was clever, confident and charming. I was in awe of him, but my mother regarded him with suspicion.

As it turned out, she had good reason to be wary. I was only 16. I was too young to fall in love, and Caz was too young to care. One thing led to another, and three months later I told Caz that I was expecting his child. The next morning I woke to find Caz had gone. I was well aware of my father's violent temper, so I kept the pregnancy a secret until it began to show. If Caz had still been travelling with us, my father would have killed him.

My daughter Bekka was born in the same habitation module as I had been, and quickly grew into the very image of her grandmother. Our simple life went on very much as it had before. Bekka's childhood was spent in grinding poverty, roaming around the country watching her mother and grandparents eking out an existence in the only way we knew.

Then, towards the end of the year 3300, two events happened that changed my life forever.

First, my beautiful Bekka fell victim to a mystery illness. Her deterioration was mercifully quick, for I could do little to ease the terrible pain she endured each day. When we finally managed to get her to a doctor it was already too late. Bekka died aged only ten. The doctor told me the disease was caused by a particularly malevolent virus only passed down through the male line.

The second event came like a bolt from the blue, in the form of a letter from Bekka's father, Caz. In the letter, Caz told me he had managed to carve out a comfortable life for himself on Earth, and wanted me to join him there. Whilst he had been unable to afford the fare for me on a passenger vessel, Caz had somehow arranged for a Sidewinder to be waiting for me at Trevithick Dock, together with a course of basic flying lessons. My parents encouraged me to accept the offer, insisting it was a golden opportunity to escape from a miserable life. So, with very mixed feelings, I made my way to Trevithick Dock, took possession of the Sidewinder, and set out on my journey to find Caz.

And when I find him, I'll kill him.

 

[Maccus]

Full Name: Duris Faveol Maccus
Date of Birth: 3261-23-06
Height: 1.95m
Weight: 102kg
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: White
Imperial Naval Rank: Squire
Combat Rating: Competent
Trade Rating: Dealer
Exploration Rating: Mostly Aimless

Vessels:
Eagle "Sequi Stellas"
Viper "Mors Visus"
Cobra Mk III "Terminus Est"
Type 6 "Tractus Cryptam"

Family: Maccus is a cousin to the Faveol family. Yes, those Faveols from Liaedin. Don't know who they are? Bit of history about them can be found on this old copy of the FrontierAstro Gazetteer.

Personal History:
Maccus was born a Miner. As a member of the Faveol clan, he spent his days between Schneider Colony and Peters Station. He flew a hauler between the the station and the surface. Tons of metal ore tucked away in his cargo holds. He was introduced to bounty hunting after he was interdicted by a notorious pirate on one of his runs. Rather than drop his cargo, Maccus stood his ground, and used his Hauler's single Auto Cannon to fell the pirate scum. With the 40 grand bounty, Maccus bought a Sidewinder, and started his own career within the Pilot's Federation. The Faveol in him driven by a lust for precious metals, and wealth. Still, that didn't beat the thrill of the hunt and a well earned kill.

Maccus is a true Imperial and a shrewd businessman. He had a short stint in the Achenar Syndicate, but left the life of a Bounty Hunter behind in favor of raw profit abroad. It was in these ventures that he met and befriended future business partners, Commanders ECCO and Liquid Catnip. Together the trio started the East India Company, with Maccus heading up the PR department. He largely doesn't take to the stars much these days, as he is often quite busy making appearances on various talk shows, and radio broadcasts. He established the EIC's Headquarter Offices for Public Relations aboard Peters Station, within Liaedin, his home system.

 

[Ben Ryder]

Been a while since I looked at this thread. Has anyone set-up a pure role playing group?

 

[Maccus]

There was a group called "Deep Space Stories" that was around in the Beta days. Not sure if it's still running. It would be nice to have a private group made up of role players though.

 

[SteveLaw]

We may not be as famous as the Jamesons or the Ryders or any of those other well known commanders from the early days but the Lawrences were flying the same systems for generations. Then my great, great grandfather - who was rated Elite by all accounts - just upped and flew off into unexplored space and was never heard from again.

But there were stories, you know. I'm sure most families have those stories, right? Stories of some vast fortune or great deed by some long-lost, distant relative? Well, anyway, we've got those stories too and I've decided to try and find out if they are true.

I plan to visit any starports, outposts or any other object named after Lawrence and see what I can find out. In between flying these trade runs to pay for fuel of course. I've been to a few already and I have several more already logged into my navigation system. If I find nothing at any of those, well, I'll just have to save up for an Asp and head into the unknown myself.

CMDR Steve Lawrence

 

[ninjaape0023]

An interview with a stranger.

"So what is your story? How did you get to where you are now?"

"My story? Honestly, there is not much to tell. I was born in the star system Drevlyada in the year 3289, on the planet Drevlyada ABC 1. Although most locals didn't call it that, we referred to it as "Arda". Anyway, my parents were well respected family, and a big part of Drevlyada Limited, because my great, great, great (I think) grandfather was one of the first to colonize the area and it was him and his friends who started the company."

I remember when I was about 8 Drevlyada Limited funded the construction of a new spaceport (later named Grandin Port) orbiting our neighboring planet Drevlyada ABC 2. That was a big deal and the celebrations lasted weeks. When I was 13 my father took me up to Wheeler Dock and taught me the merchant business. When I was 16 I got my first ship, an old Cobra that used to belong to my grandfather. It was a MK II and had a lot of wear, but with the help of my father I got it running. Then I was an independent trader working under Drevlyada Limited for several years, until the Federation came to town. I don't really have a problem with the Feds, I just don't choose to do business with them if I can. The Federation ended up taking control of Wheeler Dock, displacing my family to Grandin Port. Then we formed new trade routes, and continued business as usual right up until the attack.

January 7th, 3301. That is a date I will never forget, It's the day I lost my parents to pirates. I lost them, and along with them my purpose. I dabbled in bounty hunting, mining, (more) trading and eventually saved up enough to buy an Asp. I have been charting out the galaxy ever since.

"Well, that is quite a story, let me ask, what exactly happened on January 7th? What happened to your parents?"

"Its not something I like to talk about, They were ambushed by some low-life pirates outside Aleksandrov City. I don't know the details but the wreckage of their ship was found drifting with no trace of them or their cargo."

"No trace? how do you know they are dead? You seem so sure."

"I don't know for sure. I choose to think they are dead because I am afraid of the alternatives..."

"lets get off this topic, what are your views on the Federation"

"I don't particularly like them. Ever since they arrived in Drevlyada they have done nothing but cause problems for the locals."

"Problems?"

"Well, you know, over-taxing, excessive paper-work, undercutting local businesses. The usual stuff. I support an independent Drevlyada, free to govern themselves."

"Ok, last question, you mentioned your planet is informally named "Arda". why?"

"Its a name taken from a 20th century fantasy writer, J.R.R. Tolkein. Its the name given to his fictional world and the original colonists loved his works. There is even a museum dedicated to his works somewhere."

"Thats all we have time for today, thank you for your time"

 

[MacAdler]

Commander MacAdler.

I was a Federation citizen, in love with Aia the beautiful daughter of a Post Commander of the Federation. He didn't agree of our union so we fled stealing one of his Sidewinders. We were interdicted by the Imperials who sold us into slavery. We tried to escape but Aia was killed. I made it back to the Federation where I went to ask for justice. I was thrown into jail and torture under the orders of the Post Commander. I lost an eye and almost my life, but I was finally able to escape once more thanks to a double agent of the Alliance. I got myself into a Sidewinder and headed to the Alliance space where after a few trades I was able to buy myself a Hauler and started exploring the Galaxy, while plotting my revenge against the Federation and the Empire.

 

[Bonkil Oakenbow]

Commander Bonkil Oakenbow reporting in,

When I first started in the beta I was think hard if I would go role-play or just standard play the game.
I chose a for the golden way, the middle one.
As you can not really set up a character in game at this moment I chose my all time favorite till today and that is my Dwarven hunter from Lord of the Rings Online.

Bonkil Oakenbow.

Because I have little to no knowledge about the lore of Elite I found that fine, to be a space dwarf.
But how did a dwarf from middle earth get into a space ship? (probably he got zapped by some evil ,probably elfish spell)
Fact is he doesn't know, currently he doesn't even look like a space dwarf (far to tall more looking like a human because of game mechanics).
So technically speaking Bonkil Oakenbow is a Trans-Species.

So in mind and soul he is a dwarf at heart, with all dwarven characteristics.
He just one day woke up in a space capsule before being scooped up by a trade vessel and dumping him as a slave at some forsaken space port, of witch the name was unclear to him.
At one point he was set on-board a ship to be transported or sold most probably.

At one point the pilots ship came to an abrupt halt and nothing happened for hours.
Bonkil Oakenbow found that the capsule he was put wasn't locked anymore.
He quietly rolled out, at least he tried as he knocked over some crates of Vesparian Nectar which made quite a racket.

The ship was cold and ice particles started to form on the inner hull of the ship, his breath began to freeze up to, soon he would freeze up he thought if he didn't do anything.
He stepped into the cockpit of the small vessel and found the pilot slumped over the controls, dead.

All lights in the cockpit were off except for one tiny pulsating purple button.
As he had no knowledge of space or space ships for that matter he poked it and the ship's AI came to life.
But the AI didn't respond to Bonkil's commands and turned it self of.

He looked around the cockpit and found a manifest, it said.
"transport 1 slave to a Federal station of your liking"
"Transport 5 crate's of Vesperian Nectar to Slough Orbital"

*Story continues later from there*

In the mean while Bonkil Oakenbow has set up shop as founder of Dwarf Tinkering Incorporated.