In the Beginning

I know little of my life before the age of three except that I was born in Union space on the planet Dsiban and that I was no given a name. At the age of three, I was adopted by a Human named Antonio Rodrigo Hubris while he was on the Planet Vega as a member of the Federation Diplomatic Corp, Ambassadorial Division. Antonio Rodrigo and his wife Carmelito raised me as their own child, and to this day I recognize them as my true parents. Although I had the privilege of traveling the verse with my family, I spent most of my formulative years on Sol, and even went to the Federation Academy (one of the first Keldon's admitted to the Academy).

Sadly, I was not well received at the Academy. The young humans treated me as an outsider, shunning all foolish enough to offer me friendship. With a heavy heart I decided to abandon the faction of my parents. Purchasing a small but adroit Saber (named Archeron) with the help of my parents, I left Federation space. I first piloted Archeron into Imperial space, but could not bare the aggressive and bombastic demeanor of many imperial pilots, nor the blind allegiance demanded by the Emperor. Next Archeron took me into the Union, even to the planet of my birth. Although among my own people, I never felt like I fit in. Not really surprising, since I was raised by humans and know little of my own race.

Wandering aimlessly, advancing in union rank and increasing my skills, I was found and taken in by Mata Mundi, leader of the neutral alliance Three Colours. MM gave my next ship, a Marauder named the Crimson Hornet, and a direction. I focused on developing my skills as a pilot, and finally came to own a few buildings. As a member of Three Colours, I found something I had been missing since leaving my parents. I found a family, albeit dysfunctional. Under the tutelage of pilots like Vibes, The Highlander, Anak, Rebornedrock and Mata Mundi, I learned how to survive in the verse and make the neutral zone my home. I also made some good friends, like Red, Cylontraxx, Big Jols, Tacoman, Dink, and Halix. For the first time since leaving my parents, I felt like I found a place where I belonged. I found camaraderie.

I also switched over to a harrier called the Jack Crow so I could learn to set up and run a nook economy. It was great experience and I made a load of cash for a while.

But then the war came. Whatever they intend to call it, I will always call it the War of Imperial Aggression. First the EMPs sneak attacked the Union, then the minor Imperial alliances used the pretense of war to attacked and ravage the neutral alliances. Three Colours held it's own for a time, but then we lost one of our Star Bases to a Imperial traitor. Retaliation seemed useless to many in 3C, but some sought to even the score.

I was one of those who wanted retribution, so I left the alliance I had come to love so much. I fought against the empire in the only way a single pilot in a harrier could, with unconventional warfare: scouting, disrupting economies, preying upon traders, etc. But the fortunes of war smile upon none for long, and in time I came to realize the futility of retribution.

Now I fly alone once again: advancing my skills and rank,
building my experience and developing contacts. I harbor no hostilities toward any faction, although I will despise a few pilots to my dying days.

Most importantly, I have come to understand the verse. I believe that we live in a time of free moving independent people. Each is jealous of their own pride and touchy about things that everyone is touchy about. There are always those who want to be thought big men, who want to cross the verse with great strides, to be pointed out and be looked up to. The trouble is that not everyone has what it takes for it to be like that.

I am not one of those sorts. I know who I am and I don't need the recognition of others to validate my existence. With a good ship and few credits in my pockets, I have the luxury of taking work when I want and for who I want. And so a new chapter of life begins . . .