[NOTE: Work in progress - subject to change]

Name: Kiaran Sheppard
Callsign: CaptSheppard
Born: 2905-03-14, Terra Prime, Terra III, Terra, UEE
Naval Education: MacArthur Officer's Academy, Killian + [Classified]
Term of Service: 2925-2937, UEEN Captain (Ret.)
Profession: Explorer, Analyst

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My family tree has long roots that stretch back to Earth in the Sol system, where our ancestry originates to the nation of Norway. DNA analysis that was done by relatives a few generations back revealed that my family bloodline go all the way back to the age of the Vikings two thousand years ago and to the Viking explorer Leif Eriksson, the first European to set foot on the North American continent around the year 1000. Perhaps this ancient heritage explains why the urge to explore runs so deep in my veins. Knowing of this history have certainly given me motivation and inspiration in my endeavors.

A couple of weeks ago, while I stopped by my hab in Orison for a few days to resupply, I got an invite to meet up with an old friend of mine from back on Terra, Sam Lexand. She was in the city and had something of interest to discuss with me, and suggested we could meet at Voyager Bar to share some stories and drinks. A few evenings later, while finding the bottom of Trise Cordial bottle and enjoying the view out on the terrace, Sam told me that she had travelled some routes through the Nyx system lately. She had done some traderuns for Clair Rios, providing goods to the cafe in Levski. During her latest stop there she had been at the Grand Barter Bazaar to do some shopping. There she overheard a conversation between the landing zone operator Eslin Macken and a couple of freight-runners: 

PERSONNEL PROFILE #837, submitted by Trinarius

   So, I was on a relatively routine hop from Lorville to Everus Harbor, the other day. I say relatively because, although it’s a direct flight between the two, and most pilots don’t give it a second thought, I’d been asked to ferry an MPUV-P to the station. Granted, it took only a little longer than twenty-seven minutes from skids-up to touch-down. And, yes, I know I was pushing the engines a little harder than maybe I should have, but, I didn’t overheat anything.

ICARUS....

What could Icarus be? thought Xray. He peered down at the torn journal page unsure of where to go from here.