My name is Matthew Saltfish the IV. My entire life I have lived in the Sagi system of the delta sector; a place where the savage Florans wouldn't dare touch. There in my home I was raised to a different way than my people expected. My father was a man of change and revolution, he graduated first of his class and brought honor to our family. He always dreamed of being a space merchant, and selling his wears among the stars. But soon time caught up to him and he was placed as the head master of our national academy of defense. He always wanted the best for me and wanted to seek his dreams through me. So he trained me in the various ways of mercantilism, hunting, craftsmanship and survival. As I got older I realized I wanted his dream to be mine. So once I graduated top of my class I presented my plan to my parents. They said as long as I was safe I could do anything, so naturally they gave me money; with the money I bought a traditional, minimally upgraded rig that was in fairly good enough condition to take me about the sector. I planned to hunt the demon moons surrounding my system and sell the meat and leather for a living around the sector. Then one day I decided to take the rig I bought out for a orbit just around Sagi. So I booted up the drive lifted off and settled in to a comfortable orbit. At the time I only had a mere assortment of everyday items so I stored them in the ship locker and headed over to the controls. I sat down then locked in ready to blast back when my fuel waring light and danger Icon starts blinking. Next thing I know I'm moving beyond fast and I'm too scared to think. I pass out... When I waken I see I'm not hurt nor sick but then I check the star map... Some how I've turned up in the alpha sector orbiting a large green forested planet. Seeing I have no fuel I have no other choice but to beam down and find some.... My name is Matthew Saltfish III and I am surviving and well with food, shelter, weapons, tools and money. And I need to find my way back.
