A Somewhat Brief Autobiography (Part 2)

Little did I know I was destined to become a capsuleer.

My Holder's only son and heir to his estate was training to be a ship captain. He was aiming for a job as an overseer for Tsula Plantations' space-based trade, which (of course) involved being in space. A Holder's only son is a particularly juicy target for Matari rebels and the like, and I had been charged with protecting the heir (as we had been close friends since childhood and trusted one another). Thus I too was to be trained in basic spaceship command and placed in command of an Executioner-class frigate (of course as an individual in servitude I was to listen to my Holder and was kept in line by strict rules). My job would have been to check the scanner regularly for any potential assassins or pirates and, if needs be, sacrifice myself and my ship in order to protect my Holder's heir.

I never had the opportunity to do this job. I was still in training at the young age of seventeen when YC110 rolled around and the violent events regarding the Starkmanir tribe and their protectors rocked the Mandate. The Mandate's government had been harboring Starkmanir tribesmen, and when this was discovered the Empire's Chamberlain (at the time, Karsoth) was not a bit pleased. Of course at the time I knew nothing of the political events taking shape around me, but they certainly affected me.

When the great golden ships came into Khankenirdia II's orbit I was at a tech school for servants, studying to be a pilot-guardian. The school was just a under a hundred kilometers from the plantation and my Holder's manor. I never did see the mighty lasers that scorched the earth and killed my family, my Holder, and my entire way of life. I also never heard from the heir I was assigned to protect (though I know as a fact he had been in space as part of a test flight that morning; I omit all names in these writings in order to protect his family line, should he still be out there somewhere). With no Holder or no heir to claim me as his servant, I was effectively free. My life was suddenly devoid of meaning; my entire life had been devoted to serving a single family. Where was I to go and what was I to do?

A Somewhat Brief Autobiography (Part 1)

Before I begin my rants on the GalNet, I must first introduce myself..from the beginning. My name is Rek Jaiga. I was born in YC93 in the Ammatar Mandate (specifically, Khankenirdia II). I grew up in the long-sacred bonds of slavery to a Holder (who I shall not name in this entry, because of his heroic sacrifice for the Starkmanir. The Empire would surely retaliate by shaming his heirs.) of military background. My father served as an electrician and all-around handyman for the manor, and my mother was renowned as an excellent financial bookkeeper and number-cruncher (all very respectable positions of servitude, I might add).  I myself had been tasked with caring for my master's Slaver hounds, which was easy enough so long as the hounds were in any mood other than angry or irate. As with most indentured families in the community we attended religious services at the local chapter of the Ammatar Church. My Holder was a bit eccentric and archaic, but kind enough. He actually went out of his way to teach me some bits of an older Amarrian education system known as the "trivium" which was composed of grammar, rhetoric, and logic. In retrospect this was unusual for a Holder to be so kind to an individual slave, but I later found out why.  It all was a quiet but enlightening existence in a Tsula Plantations manager's home.