A Somewhat Brief Autobiography (Part 3)

I was now a free man with no title or certifications in a shattered Ammatar Mandate. Said with more precision, I was an orphaned teenager with nowhere to go.  To make matters worse Tsula Plantations was practically wiped out, leaving the economy and food supply of the Mandate to the whims of the Amarr Empire. I was not the only servant whose entire Holder and family had been wiped out; many slaves who serve Tsula Plantations personnel now found themselves jobless in an environment of resource scarcity. The backbone of the Mandate had been broken, leaving many Holders and their slaves impoverished.

Of course the Minmatar Republic was all too happy at the situation: charity groups and freedom fighters were more than glad to take in former slaves who were displaced by Chamberlain Karsoth's wrath against the Mandate. With more of their kin free, the Minmatar offered work for all able-bodied and willing; with a Republic to defend all hands were needed. As it turns out Minmatar ships are quite crew-intensive due to all the complex mechanical parts used in their construction, so I continued my father's trade as a mechanic-electrician on board a Rupture-class vessel, the R.F.S Visionary.

Of course serving aboard a starship required further technical training, so I was enrolled in Pator Tech School. When I had signed up for courses they were invariably technical training in starship systems, but when I later checked the course loadout in order to make the tuition payments (with my somewhat handsome paycheck from the Fleet) I noticed the tuition payments had already been payed. My courses were changed. Instead of taking "Starship Capacitor Systems" I was enrolled in "Neuro-Electronics" and "Spaceship Command". What was going on?

As Fate would have it, when I was undergoing my physical after signing up with the Fleet my genetics were tested positive for compatibility with the capsuleer program. The Republic government had taken great interest in me and was willing to pay for my education, which for a poor ex-slave such as myself was great news. To rise from slave to an immortal just because of my DNA was marvelous. I lost myself in the thought of it all; my humility and supportive attitudes towards the Ammatar way of life vanished with dreams of freedom among the stars. The only reason I didn't fly around the entire cluster the day I received my license was a contractual obligation to serve in the Republic's capsuleer militia. The Republic had invested in me and made me immortal, so I figured "Why not?". Sure I could have gone AWOL, but I figured if I am to be immortal I might as well learn how to fend for myself. The Republic monitored me to make sure I didn't do anything shifty, and as soon as they held me in high enough standing I was entered into the Tribal Liberation Force.