Occupation: Mechanic
Current Location: Coruscant

Twenty-eight years ago on the planet of Anaxes, something happened that happens every day, with no surprise. A boy was born to two parents. The two parents weren't special, the father was a middle-management slave to a local branch of the Incom corporation, and the mother worked as a substitute teacher. The two parents met at a local high school where Incom was advertising jobs to high school students, and Alve Betrakte, the father, was assigned the job. Within sixx months, the two were married, and it was consumate.

After the usual nine months, a boy came into life. He was to be named Erik Alveson Betrakte. He was by no means special at this point. The jedi didn't want him, and he wasn't born to any senator, so he had no future in politics. No, Erik was destined to become a target for middle-management and corporate slavery. His mother and father fought over who would stay home and take care of him. It caused the first rift in their marriage, and the first scar on the boy's mind. He was at fault.

The second rift was caused by the size of their Sirpar Hills Apartment. By now, Erik was going to a private school in the hills, living his life blissfully unaware of his parents troubles. Then, without any prior knowledge to him, his parents divorced when he was in the middle of his first year at secondary school. They always told him that it wasn't his fault, as if it would console him, but they never really gave straight answers to the reasons behind their divorce.

This is where Erik's character started growing. He moved out as soon as he could, stopped showing up for school, and hitched a ride to Anaxes Station to learn how to build and fix things. He was seventeen. He always liked tinkering with things, like stuff he saw at the Incom building. He started hanging out in a hangar with a Sullustan mechanic who got to liking him.

Erik was first just grabbing random stuff for him. He then moved onto maybe screwing in a bolt or two. Eventually, he was taking apart and repairing major systems on ships, and then working on whole starfighters by himself. The older mechanic was proud of him. They were working on transports, capital ships, droids, modifying blasters, doing just about everything they could with a hydrospanner. Both of them agreed that it was time for Erik to move onto bigger and better things.

So, with a few hundred credits, high spirits, and a thirst for adventure, he hopped on the first transport for Coruscant. He had nothing but the clothes on his back. But when he got there, the lights didn't shine as bright as they did on his mom's holoscreen. His nights were shorter and his days were longer, and Erik was running low on money. So, he got a menial job as a starfighter mechanic in a repair shop that did quite a few New Republic jobs. He found himself getting background checks, getting spied on, and being watched like a hawk while repairing.