CITIZEN DOSSIER

I came up the hard way, infantry first, freight second. After the Corps, I didn’t stop moving; I just traded boots for bulkheads and learned that supply lines break faster than people do. I’ve hauled through interdiction zones, blackout systems, and ports that were already burning when I arrived. Took a few hits along the way, shrapnel in the leg, a cockpit fire that never fully left my lungs, but the cargo made it every time.

I don’t fly fast and I don’t fly loud. I plan routes, I read the room, and I know when to push and when to walk away. Industry runs on timing and trust, not heroics. If I say a shipment is en route, it arrives, intact, accounted for, and on schedule. Escorts who fly with me don’t guess; they get clear calls and clean exits.

I don’t chase glory. I move what keeps stations alive, fleets fueled, and people paid. That’s the job. That’s always been the job.