Starforge Interstellar Resources Inc. / SIRI

Hello and welcome. Allow me to introduce myself… my name is Solaris Starforge.

I am the CEO and founder of Starforge Interstellar Resources Inc.

SIR Inc. is a company dedicated to exploration, mining, salvage, and transport. We strive to find, extract and move the very best that our galaxy will yield. To achieve these synergistic goals, we need highly motivated people with passion and a drive in their chosen field.

Discover the unknown by exploring the fringes of our galaxy… Mine exotic minerals, metals, and gases… Salvage derelict spacecraft and space stations… Transport and protect our resources, goods and fleet through to the farthest reaches of the United Earth Empire and beyond…

Our ROVERS scan and chart the deepest regions of our galaxy, transport our resources, cargo, and products where they need to go. They also provide scientific research and medical services, to include Search & Rescue Operations. They are the backbone of our Logistics Operations.

Our RIGGERS are the best mining and salvaging specialist around. These Rough Necks get the job done when others say it’s impossible! Their gritty appearance and attitude may fool you, but these men and woman are the finest engineers in the verse. They keep our fleet running like a well oiled-machine!

Our RANGERS are the finest security forces that money can buy. Dedicated professionals who ensure all our operations stay safe and secure. They provide patrol, escort, asset protection, ship boarding, including Intel & Reconnaissance to stay one step ahead of the competition.

STARFORGE INTERSTELLAR RESOURCES INC.

Solaris Starforge – Historical Entry 2946.07.11

My parents, Ray and Marie Starforge, were a couple of Freelancers who saw the opportunities of massive export and transports of the Titanium, Durasteel™, and Tungsten that the planet Oberon IV had begun to yield. With only a Model 2855 MISC Freelancer they joined the rush and did very well and in a relatively short time, they had acquired enough UEC to purchase the ship of their dreams, the coveted Banu Merchantman cargo vessel. With the newly acquired starship, named the ‘Clipper’, profits soared and life for my parents was good as they traversed the trade lanes of UEE and Banu space. This is where I come into the picture. The Clipper was on a trade run from Bacchus to Corel in the year 2871 so somewhere between Banu and UEE space I breathed my first lungful of starship air. Life was interesting growing up on the trade lanes The Clipper as my playground, but there wasn’t much time for play as I learnt every nook of that ship. Unlike many children though, I got to travel the universe, saw hundreds of planets, some beautiful, exotic even, where others were barren or places from your nightmares. Putting one’s foot on terra-firma, feeling the air on your skin and in your lungs is all well and good but being aboard a starship, living and breathing amongst the stars, is where I felt most at home!

In 2889, as an 18-year-old man, I stood at a cross road. I had seen my fair share of danger on the trade lanes and it was getting more treacherous each day. I wanted to protect my parents’ way of life. . . My. . . way of life. So, I bid farewell to my parents and left the Clipper, the only place I’d ever called home and enlisted in the UEE Navy, the intention was to help push back the Vanduul. It would only be a short tour, go kick Vanduul ass and then return to the trade lanes. Things rarely work as planned; it turned into a grinding 24-year career. I lost many good friends to the Vanduul, and with each loss a deep hatred grew until it almost consumed me, but, this is neither the time nor place to get into the gritty details about my military career and time spent aboard the UEEN Durango Class Carrier Intrepid II. Perhaps if you catch me relaxing in Smudges Galactic Pub with a good Scotch whiskey, I will share a tale or two with you.

In the year 2913 I received news via my MobiGlas™, my parents had been killed. The circumstances surrounding their death were bizarre at best and didn’t make any sense to me. Their bodies had been found in a Stor-All™ Mini Cargo Pod, at the Shoel Landing Platform, on Hyperion. Both of them had their throats slit. Not all that odd considering Hyperion was full of pirates, but someone had taken great care to clean them up and put them in fresh clothes before depositing their bodies in the Pod. Not a drop of blood was found on either of them, nor were there any signs of a struggle. The UEE authorities were unable to find anything so they sent me the only belongings found on my parents, their wedding bands and my father’s flight jacket. Upon receiving the items, I inspected them thoroughly. I turned my parents’ wedding bands over and over in my hand; I had never seen them off their fingers. Some etching on the inside of the bands caught my eye. My father’s band had “Finis amoris ut” engraved on it, and my mothers had “duo unum fiant” engraved on hers. Putting the two Latin phrases together, the two bands combined created the phrase “It is the goal of love that two shall become one”. I set the rings aside and turned my attention to my father’s leather flight jacket. Picking it up, the feel of the leather seeped into my hands as it always had as a boy; I had many memories of my father wearing this jacket. I tried it on and it fit like a glove, a faint smile creased my face in the same way it had every time I had seen him. Sliding my hands into the pockets, my fingers felt for anything at all, even the smallest thing that might give a clue to where they had been… nothing. My eyes came to the worn Velcro RSI patch on the upper left sleeve of the jacket. My father cherished that patch; Mr. Roberts himself had presented it to him. That was when my father had worked for Roberts Space Industries as a young man. I carefully pulled the patch free, a small opening in the loop fabric appeared. I needed a closer look, so removing the jacket I inspected the opening then fished inside it with my index finger. Inside was a small flat object. Carefully removing it I was surprised to see it was a small MobiGlas™ SIM card. My father was a cautious man and everything he did was done with great intent, so this must have been important to him. Holding the SIM card in my fingers I stared at it a long while as my mind turned over question after question, questions I needed answers to. . . Is this what my parents died for? What were they doing in the pirate ridden Fora System? What were they doing on Hyperion? How did they even get there? Where was the Clipper? What was on that damned SIM card? I had spent the last 24 years fighting the Vanduul to protect the citizens of the United Earth Empire, my parents included, and now they turn up dead, murdered by the very citizens that I served to protect. With the lack of evidence and Hyperion a known haven for pirates the UEE authorities did not dig very deep during the investigation. It was now up to me to find out what happened and bring their murderers to justice. With a heavy heart, I resigned my commission as ‘Wing Commander’ aboard the ‘Intrepid II’ in 2913.

To Be Continued…