CITIZEN DOSSIER

I started in the Ferron system, working compliance on orbital rigs and yards—ensuring safety where one wrong move could vent a hull. I believed rules kept people safe, but in deep space, the only rules that matter are the ones you make yourself. After flying combat sorties for a militia, I left the ranks to find my own way among the stars.

Now, I run lean and fly smart—salvaging, trading, and exploring. I’ve begun gathering like-minded drifters: pilots, techs, and scrappers who’ve seen the wrong kind of structure and want to build something better. Not an org, but a loose crew that flies free, fixes what breaks, and watches each other’s backs.

I’m not here for glory—just grit, growth, and the freedom earned with callused hands and cold calculation.