As a child I would gaze with mesmerizing wonder at the brilliant display of distant stars and never reaching galaxies that dotted the void of space, of which all cried out in fear of being forgotten in the abyss of darkness, casting their light from life times away in hopes of creating a harbor for dreams. My own dreams being cast among them.
These dreams would be answered, yet in a manner that I would never have expected or would always wish I could cast away. However the die is cast and I am finally apart of the great cosmos. With a ship that I acquired through an always fair game of gambling, of which I walked away with pride, or rather in all technicalities ran with the fear of losing my own head, I continue to survive and make a living. I will never be swayed from what I believe, and I will always uphold what is right. Now as a new recruit of the First Order I might actually be able to make a place among the stars, and things may be finally looking up.