CITIZEN DOSSIER

Got a little too drunk, flew through one too many asteroid fields, took one (or more) too many rail-gun blasts to the fuselage, and punched out in the middle of the most random of FTL jumps (.9995c via hyperspace, for all you sticklers out there) -- you know, no calculations, no coordinates; I just slapped the switch during a maximum burn away from all of those red blips on my radar that I had managed to piss off due to differences of socio-political opinion.

... So, yeah, could someone please tell me where the hell I am now?