Bio

At last! I've finally gotten around to writing a full Bio for Milo on Evelopedia!

Tell me what you think, and jab me in the ribs if it's too mary-sue-ish.

-Milo

Signing On

The docking clamps held the Cyclone-Class Battlecruiser in place, as maintenance teams moved to and from the rigging platforms like swarming ants...

"Next"

Kitty nearly jumped out of her seat. She tore her gaze away from the window, hastily brushed herself off, and headed into the office. The room was plain, unadorned, yet dominated by the same window looking out into AI's private hangers that Kitty had glued herself to in the waiting room earlier.

As Kitty approached the desk. A tired-looking Sebiestor woman sat behind it, she smiled briefly, and gestured for Kitty to take a seat.

"Ms Stalls wasn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am"

The Sebiestor glanced at her datapad.

"And you were applying for an engineering position on-board the Corelatis Amurru, correct?"

Kitty gave a nod

"Any specific reason for picking out the Amurru over the other ships in dock at present?"

"It pays well, and I've done a lot of theory work around ships like the Cyclone. Know all the stuff behind working shield arrays and- yeah, well I figured It seemed the most relevant to me" She swallowed nervously.

"I see- Well, I've reviewed your application, but there's a few things I'd like to clarify before we hire you. First off, you said you moved to the Amod SoE Station from Allilere when you were about 19, Where exactly in Alillere were you?"

Kitty could hear two men talking through the door at the back of the office. She couldn't make out words, but one of the voices seemed oddly familiar.

"Ms Stalls?"

"Oh- the Aliastra Depot. I've been in space all my life. Never really had the chance to go planetside"

"Right, and why exactly did you move to Amod?"

"Lack of employment"

"Alright, and would be your first time on-board a combat vessel, correct?"

"Yes, it is. Is there any specific training I have to go through?"

"A fair amount, but most of that will be covered whilst the ship is still in dock." The Sebiestor paused for a second, entering something into her datapad. "Alright, I think that was all we needed to cover. Report to Dock D4 with any personal effects you want to bring aboard. You'll be assigned a cabin somewhere by the ship's Admin division. I've forwarded regulations on what you can take aboard to the neocom address you provided with your initial application.
Any questions?"

"No Ma'am"

"Alright, I think we're done here. Dismissed"

Kitty pushed her chair back, stood up, and headed for the exit. Just as she was leaving, she heard a door opening behind her. She ignored it, and left the office, her heart pounding.

Unread

Sender: 9-GYL Intaki
Recipient: Milo Caman
Subject: Re: Offer
Message Sent: 28.04.112 14:32
Status: Unread

Dear Mr. Caman
I am writing to you from [OMITTED] in regards to a database entry you left with us some time ago whilst in at the Intaki Syndicate Bureau in 9GYL-O.
It seems that your idea has caught the attention of [OMITTED] and is now eligible for funding from us.
As we understand it, you recently terminated your employment with the Angel Cartel. We hope you'll consider getting back to us on this offer. It could do great things for Syndicate.

Regards

[OMITTED]

Cracks in the Glass

The feed starts up. Milo's empty desk is seen to a second, before the scene flicks across to what appears to be security footage of a nightclub. The quality is poor, but not so degraded as to miss a lone figure sitting hunched at the bar.

Over the course of an hour, the figure apparently orders a large quantity of spirits, taking the drinks as they come. Shot glasses sprout like mushrooms, before being cleared away by the woman at the bar.

After some time, the figure tries to stand up, collapsing to the ground in a heap with a glass in his hand. It falls, shattering on the tiles. The figure is hauled away by two burly security guards, and life at the nightclub resumes as normal.

The feed closes, flicking briefly back to Milo's empty apartment before going blank.

A New Start

The Camera drone boots up with a whirr, There's a clunk and the whirring stops. The screen slowly focuses on Milo, sitting at his workbench again. He looks exhausted, but he's smiling.

So yeah, it's been a while.

He stretches, and moves off screen. The sound of a liquid being poured is heard, and Milo reappears on-screen with a steaming mug of coffee.

I- I think after all I've been through up in Syndicate over the past few months, I'm going to make a new start, a new beginning.

He pauses to sip his coffee and continues

The techs out in 9-GYL were- just fantastic. I don't think my implants should ever trouble me again. There's so many interlocks and safety features now, It's probably possible to just yank them out without disabling them first. Not that I'm going to try that of course.
I kind of gained a new perspective out there as well, y'know? How lucky we are. I mean- I thought that low security stations were a bit run-down, but some of the places out in Syndicate-

He gives a shudder, closing his eyes for a moment.

Anyway, New Start. I've been spending way too much time on-station of late, and I need to get out on patrol again. I should be back on my feet technically and work-wise in a few days, ANN is running smoothly on it's own for now.

He grins

Camera off. I have work to do!

Overflow

Thud

The Ishkur tears through space, bleeding fuel, drones slide back into its bay as the ship aligns for warp-

Thud

Milo working on a tabletop, he carefully pulls apart a small metal object, bringing one part up into the light with a pair of forceps-

Thud

The cloaked silhouette of an Arazu slides through space, light diffusing around it’s curved hull. Camera drones swerve 180 degrees and zoom in on a Viator anchoring a Gallente-made control tower-

Thud

Market figures, hundreds of them, scrolling by at a rate too fast to pick out any individual items-

Thud

A Brutor woman, pushing Milo against a wall-

Thud

Milo, hunched over a console in an office, strange blueprints scatter the floor and desks-

Thud

A young man, proudly walking through a crowd with a group of others, the FNA insignia clear on his jacket-

Thud

Thud

Thud

The camera drone pans back, revealing Milo curled and shaking violently in a doorway across from the workbench-

Thud

Rush

Milo appears on screen. He looks pale, and has dark rings under his eyes. He is, however, smiling, and is putting together an implant on the workbench in front of him. He reaches out with one hand to configure the camera drone.

Busy and really rather profitable week really. I've spent most of my time pulling together various contracts, and a short amount of time ensuring further cooperation of future clients.
We're finally coming close to pulling together a proper contract system for ah- clients in Nadire. I've netted so many contracts in the past few days we're going to need it.

He pauses and squints at the implant on the worktop, before adjusting some internal wiring.

My little scheme for encouraging pilots into low security space is going well. The last roam netted a few decent kills before eventually going out in a ball of flame. Still regret I made the decision to stay. Still, we did far more damage than was inflicted upon us, and most importantly, everyone enjoyed it.

Milo stops again, this time setting some pins on the side of the implant. He checks his implant socket, tilts his head and slots the implant in, wincing slightly as he does so.

I might head down to the Skyhook for a celebratory drink or two tonight. Maybe someone will show up. I've reconfigured my implants to compensate for my lack of sleep lately, so I should be alright.

He leans over and turn the camera drone off.

Fears

Dieu it's been a while. I'm getting worried.

Milo can be seen pacing back and forward across the screen, the camera appears to be at a slight angle, as if it's been put down in a hurry.

I've still not heard anything from Celia. It's just like she's- Vanished. No-one at her apartment, no console activity. I'd have started a search earlier, but recent events have kept me somewhat occupied.

He stops pacing and moves across the room to another console, entering commands with his back to the camera.

I can't believe I nearly- nearly forgot. It's almost as if she- slipped my mind?

He pauses, a look of confusion crossing his face.

It's these damned implants again I just know it! I thought I'd solved the problem when I was out in Syndicate.

He stops typing and makes his way back towards the Camera. The feed stops abruptly.

Quiet

The feed clicks on. Milo can be seen at his desk sorting through boxes of holo-reels. Noticing the Camera Drone is on, he smoothly sweeps a few from the desk before the drone can focus on them. Grinning, he adjusts the drone until it's focused on him.

I've been sorting through all my old documents from my FNA Days. Seems they've been boxed up with my assets and have been following me from station to station. Waiting in the station warehouse each time. I guess I must've just been unlucky with the pending item messages or something, because I don't specifically remember anyone telling me about them.

He Sighs

I suppose I should be grateful that I finally have some peace and quiet. The ASRS thing turned out to be nothing at all. Guess mother is just really paranoid. Although-

He pauses, and then Pulls up a News Holo onto the feed. The Article, which covers the podding of a particularly prominent Academy Leader, displays on screen for around half a second before blinking out. A second article displays, this time an angel cartel Intelligence Report, listing a number of Theft charges against the victim. Milo is looking smug in the background.

He tore my dreams apart, so I help coordinate the destruction of his. Having nothing else to do certainly has it's advantages. It even frees up time to respond to Interesting target calls on patrol we'd not normally aim for. If we're not after anything specific, we can pick and choose the most profitable targets as we see fit.

Milo shuffles through his Holo reels again, looking thoughtful. He reaches behind the Camera Drone, and ends the feed.

Talking

Milo can be seen at his workbench. He looks relaxed, if a little tired. The area behind him is tidy again, although several boxes have cables trailing from them. The large viewscreen behind him displays the inner workings of an implant, however, Milo's annotations are too small to read from the camera drone's viewpoint.

Dieu I feel better for that. I had a chat with Heyna about everything that happened in Aurcel, and between us we managed to come up with a vague idea of who might be tracking me.
ASRS, or their remnants again. Heyna's going to try and get in touch with some of her old contacts, and if they're acting up as well, then I think I can be fairly sure of who I'm dealing with

He Sighs

In the mean time all I can do is turn security up and forget about it. I'm just hoping it clears itself up before I remember it again. I've been tweaking my implants again, making sure they're secure. I don't want a repeat of what happened when I started with PRETA.

I've seen far less of the Family than I'd like recently. Celia's been busy, Heyna has research to do, and everyone else seems to be in an argument or on patrol. There's a few interesting people I've met from PRELI who don't seem to fit into any of these categories, but unfortunately I don't see them often.

He pauses, moving off-screen to get himself a glass of water, then moving over to the workbench on the far side of the room to tweak something. After a minute or so, he wanders back to the camera drone, reaches behind it, and closes the feed.

Returns

Milo can be seen sitting at his desk. A thin layer of dust covers the worksurface in front of him. He brushes some of it away with his hand and sighs.

That was fairly horrible.

He reaches across off-screen and starts unpacking a case, continuing to talk as he does so.

Another damn attempt to get me back.

He scowls.

Emotional blackmail, My Sister's illness, My Father's problems. Mother seems almost desperate to get me back to Aurcel for good. I think-

He pauses.

If the others had be there I might- I might've stayed. For all I knew I was being lied to. Not once did I see any other relatives. It's almost as if they'd moved off-planet. I couldn't track them, records were obscure, or blocked, and all the while my Mother spouting these- lies!

Milo is almost shouting now, hurling things across the room as he unpacks his suitcase. He jumps as something hits the far wall with a crack. He sits up, closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

I realised about half-way though the week I'd forgotten to tell Celia, or anyone else for that matter, where I was going and decided to cut my visit short. I left quietly, leaving a note for Mother telling her not to try and track me. I doubt that'll deter the woman though. I left via private shuttle rather than Interbus this time. Should make me slightly harder to follow.

He sighs.

Still, I'm going to have to do something about it eventually. I need to get ahold of my Father and my Sister before anything else, and now I have the Cartel's equipment and expertise at my disposal I can afford to put less time towards finding them-

He cuts off. There's a buzz and Milo hurries off-screen, hurrying back for a second to turn the camera drone off. The PRETA logo flashes on-screen for a moment before the feed closes.

Aurcel

Milo can be seen on screen. he looks pale and worried. Half-packed crates litter the floor behind him.

More messages. Telling me to- come back. No reasons given, No replies to my questions. I'm catching the next Shuttle back to Aurcel.
It's been so long since I've seen my parents, and we didn't part on good terms, but-

He hesitates.

The Comet, the messages, They should have gotten over all of the crap that happened when I left? Right?

The feed runs for a while longer, before ending abruptly.

Cephei

Milo can be seen standing in his private hanger, grinning like a fool. Behind him, the golden hull of an Arazu gleams in the bright light of the hanger.

It's Arrived.

Milo walks off-shot, and the Camera Drone Pans around the ship for several minutes, before cutting off completely

.

Revelations

The Feed flicks on.
Instead of his usual apartment in the background, Milo appears to be sitting up in bed shirtless, and tapping into his datapad. Despite the black eye and shallow cuts and scratches on his torso, Milo looks unusually relaxed. Celia can be seen lying beside him on one side, asleep. Instead of talking into the log, text scrolls up from the bottom of the screen.

Well that was interesting.

There's a pause in the flow of text and Milo stops typing for a moment.

After a wonderful, if hastily arranged meal with Vince and Kelsy, I ended up trapped in the cargo lift with Celia for a few hours. I have no doubt that Vince arranged this, and I'm glad he did. He's been prodding and poking me about Celia ever since I installed his implant. Apparently he'd been doing the same about me with her.

Another pause.

She cornered me almost as soon as the elevator stopped and- well, I didn't realise she liked me quite so much. It's been far too long since I've done anything like that. I'm not entirely sure how I got by without.
We Ah- Eventually got the Elevator fixed and headed back here. She certainly knows how to live in style.

He Grins

I suppose I should close this feed in case I wake her up typing. It's still rather early.

Milo enters a few commands into the datapad, He types something in quickly, and the feed closes. The PRETA Logo flashing on-screen for a moment.

Fragile

Milo can be seen sitting at his workbench in his apartment, hardware and empty mugs covering the surface like so many mushrooms. He looks unusually happy.

She's back.

He takes a sip of his coffee.

After god knows how many weeks planetside, Celia's finally come back. I'm not sure how I managed to stop myself doing nothing but mope for the past few weeks. Everything has seemed so- colourless in comparison to how I feel now.
It's amazing how fragile we are considering we can command entire ships, both emotionally and physically. Newt showed up in the Skyhook with a limp after getting involved with some ridiculous Matari sport, and how I felt when Celia expressed an Interest in it- What the Hell's wrong with me? Why do I feel so damn protective?

He sighs.

Change of subject. I managed to get myself a Taranis. It's a wonderful little ship, although it operates on the edge somewhat. So far I've had a chance to test it on a Hurricane and an Enyo. Both fights feeling more dangerous than usual, entering combat in such a thinly constructed ship. Moves damn fast though.

Another sigh. Milo glances over the messy worktop.

I suppose I should clear this mess up.

He reaches over to the camera drone, and the feed closes, the PRETA logo showing on screen for a fraction of a second before It blanks out

Surprises

The feed clicks on. Rather than his apartment, Milo can be seen in a hanger control room. The camera pans around, revealing him to be alone. Through the viewing screen can be seen a number of techs bustling around a Comet class frigate. Milo looks over at it, and smiles.

Surprises. They occur more often than you might think. I've had a lot since I hooked up with the Ghosts, but nothing like this.

He gestures at the Comet.

For example, actually being accepted into Ghost Festival, considering my background caught me by surprise. Losing my Ishkur for the first time caught me by surprise, as did my peers. I arrived expecting to be shunned and avoided but this is so- different.

He stops for a moment, turning back to the comet to give orders to one of the technicians, who seems to be explaining a lack of powergrid will cause issues with the weapons that need to be mounted. After about a minute of heated discussion, the technician hurries off and shouts some orders. Milo turns back to the camera.

Oh yes. The Comet. This arrived from Alillere, the nearest retail outlet that does courier contracts from Aurcel. This was sent by my parents, I'm sure of it. It- I think it means they want to speak with me. I've had no contact with them since I left Livetech. I'm pretty sure they got this to me via IHLS. If they know exactly where I'm based, I'll be worried.

He Pauses

I don't think they'll approve of my chosen career path, but they have a right to know. Even if this means rejection all over again.

The feed closes, the PRETA logo flashing on screen for a second before it goes totally blank.

Slacking

The feed clicks on. Rather than his apartment, Milo is sitting at a desk in what appears to be a ship's cabin. The cabin follows the usual Gallente design ethic. Organic curves seem to permeate everything, and surfaces have a strange metallic sheen. The colours differ slightly from other Gallente frigate interiors. Reds and oranges, The corporate colours of Roden Shipyards, are prominent here.

Well, it seems I've managed to get myself into a real mess. After a night of heavy drinking to celebrate Heyna's admittance to Ghost Festival, I made the particularly stupid decision of taking the Heroiné out without trying to recover from the previous night. Now I'm stuck in Promised Land with a large fleet hunting me down.

He glances over his shoulder towards the door.

The crew don't seem too bothered by the fact that they're going to be stuck on board this ship for a couple of days while we wait for the system to clear out. I suppose they're used to living on board. I doubt I will cope quite as well.

I can't help but feel I've been slacking recently. Half of my targets are escaping because I make my approaches too obvious, Celia seems to be avoiding me, and now this.

He sighs.

I'm sure it'll turn out I embarrassed myself with Heyna in the Skyhook as well. I didn't get a chance to talk with her before I was cleared for docking. I do hope it wasn't anything stupid.

The feed closes, and the log ends, a Roden Shipyards logo flashing onscreen for a moment before the screen goes black.

Distractions

The Feed Clicks on. Audio Only. There's Static, a bump, and Milo begins his Log.

Last Night was... Interesting, to say the least. I've made a mental note not to take my date to the Skyhook in future. Vince, Kelsy and Kimochi, between them, managed to make a rather large mess of things. Whilst I'm concerned for all three of them, I'm pissed that they had to be so loud about it.

Still, I enjoyed the date up to that point. Turns out she speaks Gallentean quite well, which caught me by surprise. Way better than my Matari.

He Chuckles

We had a bit of a chat about things, My past came up again, The soup was good. Well worth the wait I think.

There's a Beep sounding very much like an error notification from a datapad in the background. Milo is heard swearing in Gallentean.

I'd just settled down after finishing my Soup, feeling very relaxed, when Drama breaks out on the other side of the room. Vince had managed to get himself into some kind of Love Triangle. I don't really want to know the details. I headed back to my apartment early, after bidding Celia goodnight.

There's a flurry of keys in the background, and another Error notification sound.

She's Far too distracting that one. It's really difficult for me to keep a clear head when she's aroun- Aha!

There's another Error message, a flurry of keys and the Feed Closes.

Under the Influence

There's a Thud, and the Visual Feed clicks on. Milo comes into view, the camera drone tracking him as he crosses the room. He grasps for a bottle of water on a worktop, and finishes it all in one go.

"Oh, my head."

He closes his eyes, groans once more, and begins the log.

I honestly don't think I've had that much to drink since I graduated from FNA. I don't think I've enjoyed myself as much either. All I can really recall of last night is Me n' Celia trying to get through The Skyhook's entire stock of Gallentean Brandy.

He groans again

I think we might've succeeded. I found a badly written note I'd left for myself on my worktop. It read something along the Lines of "Food. Celia. Friday." I can only assume I asked her out to Dinner. I can't think what else it could've been.

I have vague recollections of Newt's snoring echoing throughout the Skyhook as Celia helped me out. I tend to lose control of my legs when I drink a lot. I should really try and work out why.

He rubs his head and looks over to a screen on the left.

Looks like my Ares has arrived. It's weird. only a week ago I swore by CreoDron, and flew no other. Two kills later, I'm heading into Roden built ships. Guess it's probably a good idea anyway, I generally prefer playing Gunner over Drone Controller.

He blinks again.

S'pose I'd better get this thing sorted out.

He heads over to a side door, and the sound of running water is heard. The feed winks out

Malfunction

My shoulder hurts.
I know full well it's just bruising from the sparring match I had with Celia the other day. It's not that it's particularly Painful, I just seem to be noticing it more.
Maybe it's my Implants. It's not like I don't have the time to check and refine them again.

The feed blinks off as Milo heads for a workbench covered in Hardware. Before the Audio goes as well, He's heard muttering something to himself about faulty circuits. The feed then cuts entirely.