A worker at Maison D.A.R., I grown accustomed to operating machines older than myself and juggling temporary contracts.
While waiting for my employer to finally set up its own headquarters, I lends a hand at the Federal Naval Academy, where discipline does not mix well with Gallente bureaucracy.

I doesn't call myself a patriot, just tired — but if the job pays, I'll do what it takes to keep the Federation running for another day.