Well, it's been a long time since I spoke about me. What, what could you want to know? I guess I'll start from the top.
At the young age of 14, Ren'Hul pulled me away from parents and only sister. I protected Jessica when Ren sought to abduct her instead of me. I hoped in the way, a brave bookworm that I was, and stretched my arms out, not allowing such a pitiful excuse for a man to touch my family or my sister. Man was I wrong. Ren'Hul beat me before my family. Bloodied his knuckles on my face and stomach, and all they did, was sit there and watch. He yanked me by the hair and took me to his ship, where I learned that his word was law, and that I would obey him without question. When my wounds began to heal over the course of a few days, I developed ideas to try to leave. I missed my family, Jessi, my mom, my dad...all of them. They were all I had. All that was keeping me going. In any case, I knew that Ren'Hul was lax on his detail around his cabin, figuring that I couldn't work up the nerve to approach him. It took me years to actually develop a plan, watching his movements about the ship. He trusted me after a while, always keeping me by his side and showing me the ways of a pirate weren't as dirty and lowly as they seemed. They were, but I acted interested in order to get closer and strike. I knew I would only have one shot at him, so I chose a day after a larger haul, everyone was exhausted and heading to bed early. Because all of the weapons had been locked in the armory, the one smart thing he did, I had to find another way to obtain a weapon. I was able to find some loose screws around the ship, and I held onto to them, using their winding ends for sharp points between my digits. I was shaking something crazy, at 17, I was imagining killing this man who had kidnapped me. Earlier that day, I saw a report about my sister becoming a pirate, her name sung across the galaxy as a pirate...a PIRATE? Why in the hell would she pursue such a thing if she knew how vile pirates could be, did she secretly hate me or want to be able to do what Ren did to me, when he first abducted me? It didn't make sense, further, it drove me to the point where I realized, no one was coming for me. My name wasn't in the Star Chronicle, Jessi had all but forgotten me, and my parents were systems away now. They had forgotten about me in a years time. A YEAR. Screw them, I couldn't wait for them. I didn't have time to become an emotional wrecking ball, so I decided my time was now. I snuck into Ren's chambers and beat him senseless with my spiked knuckles until his face was no more. All that rage released at once, he couldn't even scream, and when his minions did find me, I didn't spare them. They weren't family, they weren't kind. They didn't have any respect for me, they acted like I got special treatment. I was beaten, and isolated for a long time before he decided to give more leeway. Ren and his crew died at my hands, and traumatized little me went on as a spacer, learning all I could from his transmission logs, and treasures he had acquired. I did the next best thing, instead of keeping it for myself, because I didn't have a home to go to..I gave it all back to the Galaxy Police. They saw the carnage I had wrought to the crew and worried about my edge, but the detective saw my potential. He took me in as a agent trainee and I excelled through the trials. Anger was a devastating fuel to live on in those years away from the Stardust's. After I had worked tirelessly among the sexist pigs who had thought me inferior, I was promoted to a deputy, which is equivalent to the marshals on Earth. It took me 5 long years and that's when I opened the case on Jessica Stardust. I effortlessly found her, because she is nothing but a clumsy spacer, a betraying, careless sister if I ever knew one. What's worse is that, in my place, I found a woman, Akri, who, according to the file, was her step sister now. Gods, she had replaced me. Simple as that, separated from mom and dad, replaced me, and stealing? This girl was the only blood I knew about and yet, I felt the need to correct her mistakes. I couldn't let our name be the butt of jokes in the star systems. I couldn't let her not pay for not looking for me. I demanded justice, even if that mean killing her, she should know the pain I felt, the trauma that no one person deserves. Disconnection of your family is the worse kind of pain, so excuse me for being bitter, dammit.