Several years ago, in the mines of Callisto... At nineteen years old, Violet was hardly the youngest worker in the docks of the Jovian moon, but she was still fairly new to the workforce. Her parents had left to make their way back down the gravity well months ago, leaving their daughter in the relative comfort of the Belt and the low gravity it had to offer. It was still a sore topic of discussion, and she tried her best to not think about it. They had perfectly valid reasons for leaving her behind, in fact, they had begged her to come with them. Back to Earth, back home. Or at least, that's what they called it. Earth was no more her home than this cold moon was. It was just a floating rock in a vast expanse of nothing, with more gravity than she would ever be able to live in comfortably. At least they hadn't just left her on the nearest station with nothing to her name. Her parents did the best that they theoretically could. They found her a paying job, with lodging and meals included, on the moon. The one problem with their plan was the contract that went along with the job. It tied Violet to working the mines for years -- until she could pay back the money it cost for her company "supplied" equipment and the training that she would need to operate some of the equipment. She shared an "apartment", more like a closet, with a scrawny belter woman in her late seventies, Dottie. Dottie had worked in the mines her entire life. Her fingers were dyed a dark black from the years spent repairing machinery and hauling minerals. It made Violet's skin crawl, the thought of being stuck on the frozen rock for the rest of her life. Had her parents really abandoned her here to spend the rest of her days withering away? Her thoughts were bleak and bitter as she made her way through the crowds, shuffling along towards the tiny room that Valdemar Corp. called her place of residence. Yep. This was her life. Cold noodles twice a day and a bed the size of a coffin. But hey, at least her parents would be living pretty back on Earth. She knew that it wasn't exactly true, in the back of her mind. Her mother was sick and she needed proper medical care, but that still didn't take away the sting of being left behind... or stop her from blaming them for her current situation. Her eyes drifted over towards the various ships that were docked in the small hangar. Most of them were simple transport ships, owned by Valdemar Corp. There were a few freelance freighters that caught her attention. She paused, the crowd flowing around her without a second thought. How long would it take her to pay off the contract, and then save up for a ticket off this rock? She already knew the rough answer to that question: years. Unless... what if she paid someone to smuggle her off the moon? Or better yet... what if she stowed away on one?