I was born on a savage world known as Hadesonia on 6810.31. It wasn't a world to raise families on. In fact, it probably started out being a penal colony for some other galaxy, that has since forgotten about it's existence . . . or have destroyed themselves. Our ancestors didn't leave records of how or why they were sent or came to be there. All I know from the history that was written, is that my people didn't originate from this world.
 Hadesonia was definitely a living hell. We were over-run with gangs, drugs, guns, wars, rapes, gambling and violence in general. My father, Jacob, was one of the few good men left. He wanted to change the world for the better, for our own future, and he started with us - the children . . . He looked at life with optimistic green eyes, that constantly sparkled with hope. When I was little, I had been told that when I laughed I had his eyes - color and all . . . All he wanted to do was to make a world where children wouldn't fear growing up. But he never got the chance. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can still see him running his hand through his brown, wavy hair and adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, while trying to solve some social problem . . . Even now, I miss him so much . . .
     My mother's name was Phillidia. She was petite and slender, with long, black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was considered the most beautiful woman in our city sector, but inside she was as cold and poisonous as an asp. She had married my father thinking she would gain great wealth and social stature, because of his high ideals. Two years later, I was born and took after my father . . . dark brown hair and green eyes. But I have been told that I have my mother's beauty, much to my dismay. I never wanted to be like her in any way. Constantly she nagged my father about money and how other wives had servants, fine clothes, jewelry, an over-abundance of food . . . He would always remind her of how they had obtained their money. But it was to no avail. She would just belittle him.
     Growing up, my mother always tried to make me act like her, telling me to marry someone wealthy and with some stature, not an idle dreamer like she had done. She would also dress me up in clothing much too old for my age, hoping to attract some men. It wasn't uncommon for female children to be sold into a family, so she could be trained to be a concubine for the master of the house. But I believe Phillidia did it, because I loved my father and she wanted to disgrace me for it by having me dishonored, even at the young ages of six, seven and eight. Finally she stopped, when it was apparent that I wouldn't be taken into a wealthy family and she had become pregnant a second time. I had very mixed feelings about this event. I was happy that I would have a little brother or sister, but I was worried about the child's future with Phillidia s a mother. But I realized that I knew what she was like and could protect this child. I wasn't afraid to stand up to her . . .
     Then on 7712.24, Phillidia gave birth to my little sister, Noel Marie. I was nine yahrens old at the time and completely happy . . . In fact, my father gave me permission to choose the name, since Phillidia had no desire to even see her newborn daughter . . . You might say that I became Noel's mother. I saw to it that she was fed, changed, loved . . . Just the simple things that babies need. I think Phillidia was again disappointed that another daughter was born looking like Jacob, not her. Whatever the reason, she was too self- centered to be a good mother!
     A yahren later, our mother met Taberan Lork, a powerful, wealthy and influential man . . . The local Drug Lord. Everything she was looking for in a man . . . It wasn't long before she was meeting him for afternoon liaisons. I use to follow her to his home. Then one day when i was twelve and Noel was three, I followed Phillidia to Taberan's home and listened at the window of the room they always met in. I over-heard them plotting to kill our father. Immediately, I ran home in tears, knowing what was going to happen if I didn't do something. So when I found my father I ran to him crying out what I had heard, but he refused to listen. he just smiled and caressed my cheek as he told me I had just had a terrible waking nightmare - the chemicals in the air were causing many people to experience such things. But no matter how I pleaded with him to believe me, he wouldn't. A secton later he was dead . . . poisoned.
     No more than a day after that, our dear mother was dragging up to live with her lover - Taberan Lork. Now I could add murderer to his list of credits! Within a hectaur's time, they were married. After that, he expected Noel and I to act as if we were his daughters. He even demanded that we call him father, which I never did, and I still have the scars to prove it. Noel simply didn't speak and became withdrawn. Our mother and step-father just thought she was stupid and left it at that, thank goodness! But I knew better. I was the only one she'd speak to. I hated to see her growing up so afraid. Our father would have been heart- broken. But I promised her that one day we would just take off and never go back. After that, it was all she ever thought about. It was something to hope for!
     The yahrens passed and every day Noel grew up, she became more beautiful . . . Long, dark brown hair and sparkling green eyes. I too, was sought after by many, but most were young men working for my mother's husband . . . All except one - Nico Giovanni. I met him one day escorting my sister to school. He was a Librarian's Assistant. Every day we'd see each other and talk. He was  very handsome and sweet, with curly, black hair and aqua- blue eyes. Soon, we began seeing each other in the afternoons. he'd walk Noel and I home. Then we began courting and fell in love. Often we'd talk about leaving Hadesonia, but I was never sure if we'd ever make it. However, like my father, Nico was an eternal optimist. We began saving what money we could from odd jobs that we took, so we could eventually buy a space vehicle. But jobs were few and far between, because Nico and I refused to do anything we felt was wrong.
     By the time I was twenty-one, Nico and I had enough to buy a fixer-upper shuttle. immediately, Nico went to repairing what was needed . . . But as Noel turned twelve, disaster struck. I went to meet her at school, as always, but she wasn't waiting for me. I began searching the campus. When I finally found her, she was in a heap on the ground, behind that Physical Education building, with her dress torn to sheds. I bent down to touch her shoulder, but not realizing it was me, she jerked away screaming and crying in hysterics. It didn't take much to guess what had happened.
 After I got her to the temporary home Nico and I had together, away from Phillidia and Taberan (who were still searching the streets for us), I helped her bathe and put her to bed. She cried the entire time. Finally, having no other choice, I went to my medicine bag and pulled out a sedative. I gave it to her and then asked her about what happened, and most importantly, who had done that to her. Before she fell asleep, I knew the name of her perpetrator and swore to myself that he would never have a chance to do that again to anyone.
     For the next few days, I did research on this boy named Randye. I found out where he lived, what his parents did for a living, and how I could make him pay for what he'd done. By the end of the secton, Noel still didn't speak much and hardly left her bed. I told Nico to have the shuttle ready to go by the following morning. I kissed him good-bye and left, knowing what I was going to do, and in my heart, asking my father to forgive me. That night, I followed Randye to a dance club. While their, I lured him into a nearby alley, and took great pleasure ending his life. That was the first and last  time I plotted to take a life and followed through . . . I returned home and told Noel that she never had to worry again.
     The following day there was an up-rising against Taberan Lork. A new leader was taking over his sector. last we heard was Taberan and our mother had been put to death in a very gruesome fashion. I can't say I was saddened. I have always felt that they got what they deserved. Soon after that, Nico, Noel and I left Hadesonia for good. We didn't know how long we'd have to journey, So Nico and I decided that we'd all put ourselves into cryogenic suspension, hoping that when we awakened, we'd be near a civilized world where we could live together in peace, never having to worry about violence again. Or so we hoped.
     We stayed asleep for a long time, almost two yahrens, until we were found by a patrol from the Galactican Fleet. But when I awoke, I was alone with Noel. Nico was gone. I enquired about him, but no one had seen him aboard our shuttle. Since that time, I have learned of his death, and that was a very difficult thing to take.
     My sister and I have been with the Fleet now, seven yahrens. It wasn't easy adjusting to life in space, but as time went on, it became better and now, this Fleet is like home, for the most part. After my first yahren, I began Colonial Warrior training and ranked very high in my class. I was also taking care of my sister when I could, since the events that had happened to her were still like yesterday in her mind. But together, I helped her fight her demons, and came to terms with some of mine. My first assignment was to Captain Kristalys of Reconnaissance Squadron, when I was a Sergeant. However, though I stayed under her command for almost 5 yahrens, there were too many subtle undertones that she did not like me, because I was not from the Colonies. Eventually, she kicked me out of her Squadron. In return, I appealed to Flight Commander Apollo who transferred me to Blue Squadron. I have been there for just over a yahren and feel as if I have finally found a place where I am accepted for who I am. I am hoping that now, my life in the Fleet will again be productive and happy. It has been for my sister. She is now married and her and her husband love each other very much. She is also about ready to graduate her Med-tech classes and go to work in the Life Center, while her husband will be joining the ranks of the Colonial Warriors - though not under Capt. Kristalys, who last I heard, was going up for formal review.
     These are the stories of my life in the Fleet. Many things that are not included in this  background file. They will let you see the full range of what I have gone through to finally find my place.