It wasn't a Fight, it was an Execution

Finally got a chance to breathe...so...where do I start with this one?

I fought the law, and the law didn't just win, it cleaned my clock and rubbed my nose in it. I'm a wanted man. Not just an outlaw now, but a bona fide genuine wanted man. How in the Verse did it come to this? I used to be an Alliance captain in good standing. Served with distinction aboard my ship, even if the position was forced upon me my circumstance. Soon as I give up that life because of moral conflicts, though, things go to hell without even taking the hand basket. First we burn through most of our fuel trying to escape to the rim after a job gone wrong. Then in a desperate attempt to get away from the law, we end up crash landing and the next thing I know I'm surrounded by feds and have no choice but to throw up my hands and throw myself upon the lack of mercy of the Alliance. Needless to say, the trial ended up with me seeing the inside of a cell. I thought I'd be there for good, until lo and behold the two new crew I'd hired bust me out.

Long story short, I lost literally everything, and have a bounty on my head the size of Miranda. Bright side is I managed to secure passage on a ship called the Second Chance, so now I have the chance to start fresh, maybe eventually get back into the captain's chair somewhere down the road. If I live that long...

Oh, and apparently I had something of a family reunion during all this. Some way, some how, my very own half-sister, whom I haven't seen since we were knee high to a grasshopper, came back into my life out of the black. Not only that, but she's a registered Companion. Someone somewhere is laughing at the situation, I'm sure of it. I try to do the right thing by getting out of a situation I no longer believe in, I lose everything. She carries a grudge against me for Mom leaving Londinium for Sihnon when we were little, she gets high social standing and all the perks that come with it. Ruttin' great. Not only that, but she's the one with medical training, and I lost use of a hand while storming a pirate vessel near Reaver space. Can't go near the Core worlds because of the price on my head, so she's the one who'll be patching me up when things go wrong. Better not get on her bad side.

I'd ask why all this gorram catastrophe is following me around like a lovesick puppy, but I'll just chalk it up to karma for fighting on the wrong side of the Independence War.