Somethings really do the word 'cliche' justice with one of those things the life of Alessandra Sophronia. The only child born on Picon to a high ranking Fleet officer and his wife, Allie destined to follow her father's footsteps as her mother used to say. Despite being a girl she was raised to pursue what interested her, the majority of which fell under the scope of what one would normally associate as being hobbies a boy would take part in. Pyramid was something she managed to excel in much to the joy of her father who had played throughout his own childhood up until he finished high school and sought his commission. This was not exactly what her mother had hoped for her daughter but she attended every game Alessandra took part in, cheering along side of her husband.
Schooling was geared towards a military future - Allie attended the finest private schools up until seventh grade where she was transferred to a military academy. Being one of a small number of females in a male-dominated school pushed her to try harder, making every success she achieved cause to celebrate while each failure nearly mourned. It took quite a bit of effort on her part to pass, the brilliant student shown bias, her grades something fought hard for. Despite her struggles she found subjects she flourished in, military history and computers easily passed with Bs. Even though she was busy with school she managed to secure a private pilot's license during the summer of her seventeenth year, the flight lessons a gift from her parents when she turned fifteen.
As expected, when Allie turned eighteen she signed the contract, the ink barely dried on the forms before she was packed up and whisked away to basic and eventually OCS.
The first four years of her career post-basic and prior to being offered a spot in OCS were spent behind a desk as an enlisted while she secured the degree required to be accepted into flight school, her major being military history. Once an officer and accepted into flight school, her aptitude and pilot's license helped her pass in twenty months, placing her above a good percentage of her peers. Once done with training she'd be assigned to one of the Fleet's CECs, this being where she would earn her callsign of Lucky. While on patrol Allie would seemingly bump into one of her fellow Viper pilots, something that those in CIC tried to ride her for. It was only after the other pilot related what happened to them - she had nudged the other ship to push it out of the way of a piece of floating debris that somehow managed to escape the notice of their DRADIS, most likely saving the life of the pilot and surely saving the spacecraft - that Allie was saved from being written up.
After two years, at the age of twenty-eight, she was transferred to the CEC Delphus and recently got assigned to the Cerberus, still flying at the age of thirty, now holding the rank of Lieutenant.