Odd name, meaning Pirate Devil. But this was the name given to me by my adoptive parents.
I know not of my birth parents, My father was killed in an attack on an Oucast
station. My mother died giving birth to me in an escape pod near Malta. I was discovered, rescued & raised by the nephew of a Maltese Cardamine Don & his wife. My new father instilled in me the truths and values of being an Outcast. The Honor and the history of the Maltese people & I to this day believe in them. I have spent most of my life thus far doing various jobs for various Maltese factions including smuggling, plundering & defense of transports.
Through these tasks, I purchased my first ship, a small transport to haul Cardamine & other various commodities to build wealth in hopes of someday becoming a Don my self. These dreams were destroyed during an unprovoked attack upon my ship by Bounty Hunter scum. I at the time was transporting Maltese civilians back to Malta returning from a pilgramage. Unfortuneatly I was the only survivor. It was then I took the last of my credits I had saved & purchased a new model Sabre & named it the Jolly_Roger. Seemed fitting at the time. I then vowed to protect Malta & it's citizens from the Bounty Hunting scum & their likes. Many fights I have fought, some with a reason, some with out. Learning the hard way flying solo as a 1 man crusade was getting me no where, I went back to my roots & my history. I began to pirate & plunder any ship not allied with the Outcasts. Making friends along the way & of course several enemies, I decided to purchase a ship to smuggle goods off Malta & spread the orange dream through out the systems. I acquired enough credits to purchase a slightly used Rouge Transport Freighter & named it the Obnoxious1. Of course I kept my Sabre to help defend Malta & my own causes, but the Obnoxious1 became my income source. Until the formation of the Blue Lotus Syndicate. A corporate type group with the goal of controlling all aspects of the Cardamine trade regardless of the effects to the Maltese people. Mind you, I am all for enterprise & the chance to make some credits, It's just the BLS lacks style. They took the old style Dons, Respected & honorable & turned it in to some shameless corporation type thing. Buying up what they can, taking what they cant buy & never giving back to the Maltese. Or just giving enough to the 66th, 101st & ROS to keep them quiet & preventing a government take over of the fields.
It was about this time I met a man in a bar on Malta, Grimtooth was his call sign, Im not sure if he even has a real name. After several shots of Rum we began discussing the state of Malta & her future. Be both agreed something must be done, So we decided to seek out fellow Maltese sharing our old world views. Thus forming our own squad. Even allowing my only son to join our fight. We remain loyal to Malta & her defense, her history & her future. All though we are not in any type of conflict with the BLS, We don't honor or condone their practices & hope one day the 101'st, 66th & ROS become brave enough to over throw them. For now we will assist the afore mentioned & work from the shadows to see our cause fufilled.
It's been a long, Long week...
After being chased halfway across the Kusari system then being fired upon by the Liberty Security forces while I was making a delivery on Houston. I deserve a rest. At least I have earned a large glass of rum at a local tavern. After all, My son, Picardo, can handle the next shipment. He has turned into one hell of a pilot in his own right. Few months back he escorted my freighter The Obnoxious1 into Liberty space. We were jumped by a small squad of 5 Liberty Police officers. Before I could even get my ships turrets online & warmed up he had shot down 4 of them & sent the last one fleeing for his life screaming "You Unholy Maltese Demon!!" . When I caught up to him at the docks he was painting 'Capt.Unholy1' on his Saber as some kinda twisted reminder to anyone daring to test his fighter skills. As with my Saber, it's his pride & joy.
He purchased it with his own money & outfitted it the way he wanted. A father couldn't be prouder !
So I feel I can take a minute from my schedule, have a few drinks, listen to Radio Free Malta broadcasting through the taverns speakers & just finally, if only for a few moments, relax.
After a few rounds, & listening to Radio Free Malta speak of the greed & corruption caused by "The Syndicate"
sarcasticly calling them as "Bravo Lima Siera" I decided I no longer cared if their spy's & informants were present ,I raised my glass & toasted "To Malta ! may her glory days return & take out her trash!" To my utter shock & surprise, a seen 2 glasses raise in the air & heard "To Malta!" This sparked my curiosity, as most of Malta's citizens these days are afraid to mention the past let alone toast it in public. Were these two people sitting across the tavern from me drunk or brave or insane? I reckoned I had better find out on my own so I decided to just walk up & ask.
I approach the table & introduce my self to a Older, battle worn looking man, yet with a type of wisdom from a time long before my years. he seemed to be out of place yet in place at the same time. Grimtooth was what name he introduced himself as. I a sure he has a proper name, but I never asked for it. His companion
was a striking Maltese woman of obvious proper upbringing. She had the style, grace & presence of a woman raised in the old upper society of Malta, before the syndicates. Countessa Sage was how she introduced herself.
We talked in to the early hours of the new morning about the glory days of Malta. When the Dons ran the fields & were respected for their actions and deeds, not like the iron fist grip of the current field running syndicate. We talked of how the government was for the people & the betterment of all Maltese, before it became corrupt & accepted bribes & shunned it's children. Of how Malta was the shining jewel of the Border Worlds, not the gangland greedy thug haven it has become.
Then we bantered on how to make it change. Thinking all of this was just blowing off steam & no one would listen if we tried to organize, I was once again shocked when I was let in on a secret. A society of Outcasts such as my self & my new friends. Fighting for the cause of Malta & her glory days. Seems Grimtooth was the leader of a small yet growing fast brigade of Outcasts dedicated to the same cause I only before dreamed of. A group that operates from the shadows, striking against enemies of Malta. Assisting with the factions that defend her & doing what they can to restore a proper government for the people.
I was graciously given a post in the Shadow Outcast Brigade as they call themselves. Working my way up to
the position of Comandante of Military Forces. Incharge of the S.O.B. Military & all aspects of it.
My son, Who once again made me proud, joined the ranks of the brigade as a mere fighter pilot & earned the right to be named Comandante of Defense, a cabinet postion under me, yet over the defense of our holdings & securities.
With the S.O.B.s ever growing numbers, we are going to be a known force in Maltese space. And with determination, We WILL take back Malta, give it to her people & return her to glory !