Scope Internal Biosketch recordID: %gh9b8_1631_subgran%001

On his ninth birthday subgranules was given a plasmonic energy-transducer from his father. Back then it was still possible to buy consumer grade tabletop tokamak reactors, so it wasn’t unusual that he was trusted with such a modest power source. What his father did not anticipate was subgranules’ knack for getting large results from little material.

Salvaging the best parts from abandoned terraforming equipment, subgranules modified the afterburner propulsion blast cavity of an aerial scout drone, and then hacked its fuel-catalyst module with his new energy transducer. The resulting drone appeared the same as other common consumer-grade drones, but it benefited from a massive boost in speed with little loss in agility.

At that time, young subgranules’s newly acquired political awareness had blossomed into a healthy disrespect for authority. He had watched his parents’ livelihood suffer from petty police corruption, and his recurring nightmare as a child starred an Amarrian slaver and a complicit Republic bureaucrat. In reality, the border economy of Siseide IV was largely funded by smuggling goods into Gallente Federation space, and many tribal police made a healthy income facilitating cross-border trade. His family’s appearance as Vherokior drifters did not help their situation either. They of course were not Vherokior, but at some point when his grandparents were trudging through the Gallente paperwork to secure their emigration from Sinq Laison, a Federation functionairre guessed at their ethnicity, got it wrong, and checked a box that indelibly stamped this label to their family’s “official” existence.

Thus for subgranules’ whole life he had been taught that the official way to do things was either either a scam, arbitrary administrative bullshit, or in some form a direct assault against his family’s ancestry. It was perhaps with this in mind that one morning from the outskirts of town he decided to see if his customized scout drone could keep pace with the Hey’kuum Sentinels. Local authorities were alarmed that a civilian could pilot something that could match military grade equipment, and after it had buzzed the crowded market in L’Espace R’ughn a few times, they shot it down. Burning debris from the wreck set fire to nearby liquid oxygen storage silo creating a minor firestorm, luckily causing minimal casualties.

After this event, public records pertaining to subgranules are fragmented. Secondary sources tell of his brief enrollment in the Republic Military School, however many are vague regarding his current employer. It is said that he was discharged from the Republic Fleet, for reasons unknown, and now operates with a tight-knit tribal corporation operating outside the strict jurisdiction of the Minmatar Republic.