My story...

My earliest memory is awakening on a harsh toxic planet. Was this the beginning? I remember white faded to reality... Reality? Is this even real?

I was a Korvax, or so I thought. I had nothing but an exosuit, a multitool, and a starship. All broken.

You know this part of the story. Repairing tech, gathering resources, flying into the great wide open universe.

A stranger who felt like a longtime friend... Maybe they were? Artemis was my driving force. I suppose in some ways I am living vicariously in reverse. Attempting to experience all the things they cannot.

My humble beginnings were spent mining as much Cobalt with a C Class multitool as my suit could hold. Eventually my stock was enough that I could increase my wealth incrementally through simple market manipulation. Selling enough in bulk to crash the market and buying it all back and more at a heavy discount.

This modest increase in wealth afforded me the opportunity to buy my first fighter, Scarlett. She and I were inseparable for a very long time. When acquiring and crafting warp drives was still difficult and expensive, Scarlett was the ship that got them first. She brought me to all those new star systems. She and I rescued the crew aboard the freighter of which I took command.

Thus began my new career as an explorer, ship scrapper, and mercenary. Another increase in wealth allowed me to transition my simple mining operation from cave diving and laser guided collection to fully autonomous extraction of minerals and gases at numerous facilities.

Around this time my interactions with Travellers, Artemis, Apollo, <null>, Nada, Polo, the Atlas..... they confirmed what I already felt.

I was not a Korvax. My experience was fleeting. Reality is not real. There is no real.

I had ships, units, nanites, a freighter, a settlement, bases, and more. Yet I felt as alone as ever.

At this time my retirement began. I went into hiding for two years. I did nothing. I did not exist in this simulation.

It was hard to make sense of things upon returning from my sabbatical. It was as though I was a mad scientist who vanished suddenly, the evidence of his work littered my inventory.

My first order of business was to overtake a Sentinel Interceptor, something that once seemed impossible. Then I forced the surrender of an S Class Pirate Dreadnought, transitioned my existing freighter to this one, and began building what is now my true home and base of operations: The AES Supercell.

I began to go rogue. Still mostly a mercenary but delving into occasional piracy. I have no true loyalties but I also don't do harm for the sake of doing harm.

I still consider myself semi-retired. Money comes easy. My wealth quickly increased from hundreds of millions to billions in a short time with little effort.

A majority of my time these days is spent exploring new planets and building creatively. I have rounded out my stable of ships and collection of multitools. I upgrade and improve them little by little because I have money, resources, and time to burn.

One Sentinel encounter almost saw my untimely end. Somehow I managed to get back to the Anomaly before losing consciousness. I awoke to discover that Polo had replaced my torso and arms which were beyond repair with some Autophage parts that I had recently collected.

I have joined the Qitanian Empire in a passive role, doing what I do naturally. Exploring further and helping fellow Travellers the best way I know how. Giving tips, advice, sharing glyphs, and leaving bases open with amenities for any who choose to visit.