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Height: 5,11

Name: Aston Knight

Age: 28

Nickname's: Knight,

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Eye colour: Brown

Personality: Brave, Persistent, Smart

Mental statistics: Stable,

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Aston would quickly rush out of his large old house, The door squeaking as he rushes the door open, He rushes down his long dirt trail turning to the right standing there looking at this strange large object covered in blankets strangely. A Smirk crosses his face as he yells out "JACK!", Thinking to himself 'If his sleeping in again . . .' Suddenly Jack, a man wearing a large brown leather jacket and dirty blue jeans, He would have a youthful appearence with a utility belt around his waist, "Jack. . . you need to fix up the third thruster and its good right?" Aston would ask Jack "It should be. Look im going to fix up the Thrusters and do some tests it will be ready in a couple hours" Aston would raise his right hand and scratch the back of his head nervously, "Yeah. . . Uhh, Ok." Jack smirks turning around and lifting the blankets off of the large ship, Aston knight walks in to his house, He turns to the kitchen thinking to himself "Turn on the kettle, Fill the cup with hot water, Put in the tea bag, Milk, then sugar. God I hope I dont stuff this up again" He would lift up his kettly placing it under the tap and filling it with water to about 750mL, Placing it back on the kettle base and turning the kettle on. He pulls out a small tea cup, a box of tea bags, sugar, and milk. Suddenly he hears a "TICK" The Kettle being boiled as he lifts it up placing it over the cup and pouring it to about half way. He then moves his hand over to the milk, Screwing the lid off and filling the cup a quarter up with milk. Moving his way over to the Box of teabags taking out one and placing it in the tea, soon taking out two sugars, Ripping the top off them and placing the contents in. He grabs out a small spoon and begins mixing the tea, Soon he stops. Grabbing the tea cup by the handle and walking out the front with it in hand.

Aston would raise his hand with the Tea in it taking a sip. Suddenly spitting it all out yelling "Shit!" The tea being extremely hot, He places the tea on a bench next to him saying to himself "I'm going to get ready. . ." He waltzes in to the house walking upstairs to his compact room, He removes his pajama shirt and opening his closet, He would take out a black shirt and trenchcoat, throwing the shirt on and hanging the coat over his shoulder, He would then remove his pajama pants and place on his shaggy black milita style pants, Tucking his shirt in to them. He would grab out a pair of polished black poots throwing them on and tucking his pants in to them aswell, He grabs out a beanie and places it on his head walking out of the room. and back downstairs, Thinking to himself 'What im about to do . . .  This cant be a good idea. Well, They say Humans cant be commanded and should follow what they want to, And I guess that im doing that by doing this, Confusing . . .' He makes his way to his couch, sitting on it and resting his head. He then would turn his body to be set laying on it, Closing his eyes. Suddenly he hears the sound of a massive ignition, or something similar. His eyes jolting open as he picks his coat up throwing it around him, Running out the front to see his Cruiser ship lay there, Thrusters, And all active and working. A Huge smile quickly grows on his face saying  "JACK, YOU DID IT!" Jack walking around from the ship saying "Yeah, Took me a bit to calibrate the systems and pinpoint your targeting and radar but it worked man, it frickin worked!" Aston smiling "Not even I could do that, Your a genius!" Jack smiling aswell, "Thanks. But its time for you, to fly." Aston responding "Im going to get my gear, wait here and keep systems up." Aston rushes in, up to his room flipping a small lever under his bed, His room shifting and revealing a wall of guns. He would grab his pistol and a single shot rifle, placing them on the bed. He then would grab out a tight black pistol holster strapping it on, He would then grab his rifle by the ropes strapping it around his chest, Pulling out a light utilty vest and strapping that on, he then picks up his pistol throwing it in the Holster. He picks up a large black backpack strapping that on to, He then runs downstairs and outside, grabbing his tea and sculling down the whole cup "Disgusting. . " He rushes to the ship High fiving Jack saying "Take care of the house, Please. Anyway, I Hope we talk soon" He would strap a large bit of red cloth to his wing before jumping in to the Cockpit and throwing his bag and rifle down beside him.

Aston would then reach under the main control board grabbing a mask for his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Strapping it on, He then does a full instrument check as all lights appear green, Fistpumping himself mentally. He would then push forward a large lever as the thrusters pick up in power, Slowly Shifting the direction to down, The ship entering a hover state as he lifts up. Once atleast 25 feet up, He changes direction, Straight forward. Him launching out in to the distance and out of the atmosphere within seconds, His view being heavily distorted he flips down a vision camera for infront of him so he can see where his flying, He peaks at the camera as he dodges any light debris or rocks floating in space. Luckily not finding any, He marks the Daridus system on his map. Looking up and flipping several levers, His camera having a green dot on it indicating direction and area. Changing his navigation, His ship turning as a panel on his right wing would rip off, The ship not indicating anything. Yet him remembering the piece of cloth he attached, Looking to his right as he would see the panel, Nervously turning his head back. He boots down the thrust a little bit to put his ship off edge and complete destruction, Suddenly he would be there. Within a blink, the Daridus system Nervously grinding his teeth together as he flies in, his radar comming up blank as he turns his head left to right making sure he doesnt run in to anything he doesnt want to, Suddenly he turns back to the control panel. Everything is off, the panel not re- activating, He shuts his eyes for a brief moment as all electronics turn off. The ship entering a drift state, Slowly gliding in space while he attempts to re- wire the ships systems manually from the main board three more panels ripping off as he begins to panic, His hands hastily rushing everywhere as he attempts to re- wire the board, Grinding his teeth together as suddenly both wings would rip off, his ship accelerating without him even touching it, without the ship even moving it. Panels ripping off the ship and small rocks slamming in to the cockpit window. The ship being ripped apart as it boosts towards some sort of planet, The ship gliding in to the atmosphere burning apart as it flies towards a hillside, As it slams in to the hills. Like a rocket gliding through air, Trees slamming in to it as suddenly the ship would ramp off a large rock, About to slam in to the ground as Auto- eject enables. His seat flying in to the air, The parachute being burnt to pieces dropping 12 feet to the ground, He would land flat on his ass slamming his head back on to a blunt rock, Un- concious. His ship blown to pieces and him stranded in who knows where.

He would wake up, several hours later. Ringing in his head as his eyes slowly re- adjust to normal speeds. . .  His back aching, and his legs stinging awfully bad, Not being able to move, Completely paralyzed in position, He hears a screeching in the bushes trying to lift his arm, Slowly it working, He grabs his pistol out and would push himself on to his back, Aiming his gun in the direction the screeches are comming from, Firing six rounds. "He suddenly pushes himself up yelling "ARGH!" The recoil destroying his left hand, "FUCK!" He would walk to the Cockpit, Picking up his bag and rifle. Thankfully in tact with some minor damages to the bag and Rifle. He would put on his gloves from the bag and waltz towards the hill walking up it and scanning the horizon, "Fuck. . ." This has to be the confederate system, But its to far from the daridius ? This is weird but. .Ok,He would lift a pad from his bag entering in his journal
"Jack, Talk soon bud." he then would send that to his computer and close his pad and putting it in his bag. "This is no paradise, But atleast its somewhere I can call home. For now." Aston would throw his bag on his back walking down the hill and towards the town below.

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Uhh, So quite a while ago about a year ago I started this Journal thing. I Dont know why I just wanted to document my life, Well today the ships finalizing and im going to the Daridus system, Yay? I'm feeling like shit but for some reason slightly excited. I Hope nothing goes wrong, And the tea I had earlier. Was awful, I'm about to go rest my head but I really hope this goes down smoothly, If it doesnt.
Bye world? Talk soon? I Dont know. . .  Aston knight, Out.

P.S Jack, Talk soon bud.