o7 Commanders,
I was recently rescued by a passing expedition from a collision between my ship and a small moon (oops). They treated my wounds, got me to the nearest medical facility where they patched me up in short order. Everything except for my memories that is. Everything about who I am and where I am from is a complete mystery. If it wasn't for an optical data chip they found on me, I might not have even known my name.
The commander of the expedition gave me a ride back to the moon where I crashed however, by the time we got there a Federation security group had moved my craft to a guarded facility. According to Commander P's sources inside the military, the ship is supposedly of "unknown origin." They even told him that some technician accidentally activated the weapons system and melted about 3 meters off the front of some admiral's Corvette before they could shut it down. That's weird because I seem to remember that it is a transport, not a fighting ship.
Needless to say the Feds are quietly looking for me - I guess they want answers that I can't give them. Another member of the expedition mentioned the Order of Mobius and their various influences in the Mobia system, and how they could maybe help me out.
So, the expedition crew scraped together a few credits and found me an old Sidewinder to knock around in until I can bank some creds and get there. Bounty hunting is working out fairly well so far, and I've been able to upgrade to a decent little Cobra III, but I have to stay on the move and try not to attract too much attention while I make my way to Mobia. Maybe, once I'm out of Federation space, I can start looking for answers.
Hopefully I'll meet up with some of you on my journey. I'd be glad to wing up. Until then, fly safe Commanders!