Vela quo Xander

Vela quo Xander was born to a poor family on the planet of Aerus, a imperialistic and militaristic planet that was determined to conquer as many planets as it could. Her parents were never really around for her as a kid, with her mother dying in child birth, and her father often being away, off fighting in one of Aerus's endless wars. This meant that Vela had to learn how to fend for herself, like as not. And coupled with her brash personality, led to her getting in a fair bit of trouble as a kid.

Then her dad went and got himself killed.

Luckily one of her dad's old war buddies, a high ranking officer, agreed to take her in. And while she never really got along with her siblings, or fit in among the upper class of Aerusian society, he still treated her like one of his own children. And as Vela grew older, her adoptive father began to channel her aggression into something more productive, military training. Of course, she was always more interested in the heroics and weaponry used then things like strategy, or logistics. And she never did lose that hot head streak, though eventually she did accept her adoptive father as her real dad.

By the time that she was an adult, with the help of her dad, she'd graduated at the top of her class from one of the best military academies on the planet. And she quickly established herself as a skilled pilot and warrior. Sure she might be a bit of a hotshot, but few could argue with her results. As such, she quickly rose through the ranks, eventually earning command of her own fighter squadron. Their first mission? Investigate an Aerusian freighter that had been broadcasting a distress signal.

It was a trap.

Pirates had commandeered the ship, and were waiting for someone to come investigate. They had been hoping for more then a small fighter squad, but take what you can get, right? Before long, Vela and her squadron were completely surrounded, her arrogance and recklessness meaning they'd fallen for the trap hook, line, and sinker. And while she would survive, her entire squad would be wiped out, and she'd end up stranded on a remote moon. Stuck with no supplies, no ship, and no way to contact anyone. She probably would've died if Saeta and crew hadn't also been investigating the freighter. And more importantly, hunting the bounty on the pirates responsible. Vela had a simple choice, join up with Saeta, or perish. In hindsight, it wasn't a very hard decision.

Of course, they would eventually find the pirates, and Vela would have her vengeance in round two. And with Aerus thinking that she had been killed with the rest of the squadron, as well as the fact that she owed her life to the crew, she decided to become a permanent addition to the crew. Acting as their armorer, weapons expert, heavy, and occasional pilot. Though going from a star fighter to a frigate like the Silver Falcon was like going from a motorcycle to a bus.

For a good while, things were pretty good. She was making good money, all while getting paid to shoot shit, and blow other shit up. What more could she ask for? She even managed to pay a few visits to her dad, just to let him know that she was still alive, and she was fine. Even if she could never return to Aerus proper.

Of course, the good times can only last so long. Now, for better or worse, she's back were she started. With a disabled ship, no way of contacting anyone, and stuck in some nowhere galaxy, on some tiny little backwater planet called Earth. At least this time she's not alone.