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I AM SPIKE. THIS IS MY WEBSITE.
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Home again, home again, jiggity-jig.
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I am a residient alien here on Tattooine, a native of Utah in the Terran system. I have been pursued by the Empire and galactic vaccuum salesmen from one end of the quadrant to the other. This looked like a good place to hide out.
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We came in on the Darius, a small battle cruiser I bartered from a regional dictator in the Vepa system. She's a fast ship, heavily armed for her size, but no match for the larger ships we keep running into. Sometimes it seems all that is holding her together is expedient bonding compounds and luck. The crew consists of my wife, four daughters, and son. I regret that they may never live a normal life because of my reputation. But, they haven't complained about the rewards so far. I've got plans to set up a small mining and trading operation here that will hopefully take care of my children and their children for a long time. What I hope to avoid is notoriety and trouble.
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My ship and crew.
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Contrails of a lost life.
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On Utah, I was a combat engineer officer with the local military. Things were looking pretty good until I had a falling out with my commanding officer. How was I to know that he had ties to the governor? Next thing I knew, my house was ransacked, records were destroyed or stolen, and I was a man without a credible past. The writing on the wall indicated that it was time to bug out and head for quieter pastures. I still haven't seen any pastures here on Tattoine. Guess I'll have to make my own.
One thing I do miss is the card games I used to play with my buddies back in Salt Lake City. We had a quiet little place we used to go to to play Spades and drink a few
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Favourite links
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