User:Luckie Tammatini/The Luckraker Logs

ONE: ANNIA IVEKI, 16, FUSELI

I remember the day I first met Larson. Yes, that day stands out very clearly in my mind. He was a quiet little boy, I remember, but with a very sharp tongue for someone his age.

I grew up on the island of Fuseli, the Crimson Armada capital. As a child, I could not walk anywhere without hearing it—the talk of violence and battle and strategy, the talk of death tolls as if it were the weather. And each time I heard it I shuddered. Red was simply not for me.

My family was very well off in Fuseli. My father was a politician, my mother a combat nurse who would be away for days on end caring for injured pilots. Meanwhile my father would be off shouting his head off at work and then come home ready to burst with rage. So I became very independent.

I turned 15 on the third day of the year 206. I was happy, because I was going to get my pilot’s license that year. I didn’t need to go to Sky School anymore, but my parents wanted me to stay. My older sister Hanna was already at Echo Flight University pursuing a degree in combat trade, my tomboy younger sister Stepagnia was determined to study combat technique. But I want no involvement in combat whatsoever! Fight this, fight that, fight the other one, fight, fight, fight-I had to get out of Fuseli.

So although my parents signed me up for Echo University, on my 16th birthday, I took all of my savings and fled.

I ran away from Fuseli.

I was free.

My parents gave me a Bullfrog for my first plane. I named it the Runaway. Very straightforward, yes.

Now I had to find out what I REALLY wanted to do...

First I flew away from Fuseli, Shriebeck, and all of the islands dominated by the Armada. For now, joining a faction officially means nothing to me.

The only way to get to Islo is to pass through Earthbreach, and I needed to get to Islo to sell some oil. My plane was being serviced in Earthbreach; I knew it would take some time because my Bullfrog had taken some massive damage from pirates and I ran out of ammunition before I could shoot them all down. I paid the hangar with a handsome tip (bhecasue I could) and wandered around.