Registered CMDR: Haunted
Registered Primary Vessel: Anaconda “S.S Stevenson”
Full Name: Unknown
Date of Birth: March 15, 3285
Place of Birth: Khowahing
The story of Commander The_Haunted_1 (Locally known as Haunted) started in a small Federation mining colony situated on moon not more than 50 Light Years outside the Core Systems. His family had been in the mining game since 3105 AD, and now his father, Breefstar, had been in control of the colony from 3283 AD to April 3302 AD, when he was unexpectedly murdered by somebody still unknown. Breefstar was not a good man, nor father. He knew not how to care for a family. He married and was divorced after only 1 year of marriage and the birth of a single child. The child was forced to live under Breefstar’s rule and was never named, educated, nor treated fairly. He was beat and abused by his father. Growing up the child knew nothing of the outside world but what went on in the little mining colony and the local politics. He knew nothing about space travel, but he did know deep in his heart that somewhere among the void, was an oasis he could call home that will be far better than where he is stuck right now, a place no man had ever laid eyes on before. At the age of 17, the boy had learned enough about ships that had come through the mining colony, that he began doing maintenance on Breefstar’s personal Federal Corvette without him knowing.
Breefstar found out and didn’t take kindly to the child tinkering with his ship, so that same day he beat and wailed on the boy, the boy managed to grab a rock that was on the ground and knocked Breefstar out long enough for the child to start up the ship and take off into the sky, for the first time in his life he was off the ground, but followed closely by local security following orders to pursue a vessel launching without permission. He found a button that read “ACTIVATE FRAME SHIFT DRIVE” in a panic to evade the police he hit the button and passed out after being thrown back into the pilot’s seat.
He awoke hours later, and didn’t know where he was. He didn’t recognize the ship he was in. A woman and a younger man were there and told him they found him in Remlock in a pile of wreckage on Planet B 6 A in the Tailla System. He experienced a misjump and flew into a collision course with the planet. The man and woman told him their names which he was unable to remember. When asked what his name was, the child was unable to answer. So, they said he could come up with any name he wanted. The child pondered shortly. “Haunted” he muttered. “Haunted? Why Haunted?” the man asked. “I’m haunted because,” he paused “I’m haunted by my past, by my childhood, by everything I ever called home before. Im haunted by the ways of my father.” “A suitable yet honourable title indeed,” said the brown haired woman with a striking imperial accent, “better story there than mine, I was named after a damn cat!” she said grinning at the other man.
So there he was, Haunted, hanging out with 2 strangers for a few short days until they brought him to Asimov Starport, the nearest station in Omicron Ursae to drop him off and let him go on his way. They lent him enough credits to purchase his own small Sidewinder and to get a few drinks from the local bar (he had stolen some of his father’s Lavian Brandy many times in the past) there in that bar Haunted met an old timer whose name was Chris, who listened to his fleeing story, and the man said he would teach Haunted to fly, fight, and would help him get out past the frontier and find the home he always dreamed about discovering. Now, just over a year later, Haunted calls an Earth like world in a system nobody will ever learn about his home, which he names Oasi. Haunted, his lover, and their children will be the only ones to ever inhabit this system, where he and his future family will be safe forever. Haunted still travels daily back and forth to the Human Bubble (about 25 hyperspace jumps for his Anaconda, the SS.Stevenson) to run a few missions to make some money, and occasionally takes his family on exploration trips into the void. Once after a long day of planetary scans for the Imperial Navy, Haunted stopped by the old bar he first met that old man in. He ordered the usual Lavian Brandy, quite pricey these days. And glanced over at the pilot beside him, and was surprised to see it was the same old man he had met years ago. He wore an explorer’s flight suit and looked happier than anyone else in the galaxy.
He looked at Haunted, almost surprised to see him still alive, and said “Well, well, well, look what the Thargoid dragged in! How you been skipper?” They talked for quite some time, about current politics, news and Haunted’s newly found home. Then the old man said “Hey, you know what, you seem like a hardened pilot since the last time we’ve met. Over the years I’ve put together this, let’s say group on ‘interesting’ individuals, well, more like group of hooligans. Our aim is to explore distant worlds and have a little fun along the way. You look the type to spend hours just staring at the night sky, You would be a very nice addition to our team of explorers! You found yourself a home outside humanity, and that’s exactly the kind of exploration attitude we like to see. You want in?” Haunted thought for a second. Group of commanders, explorers, hooligans, sounds awesome. “Hell yeah, I’m in!” Haunted said.
Chris stood up and waved to a group of commanders also wearing explorer flight suits sitting across the room, all with bottles of gin in hand singing in unison an old folk song. He then said “Haunted,we are proud to call you one of our own! Welcome to Deep Recon X”