Betrayal by those greedy miners in IMG who will sell their own mother for a few credits? Unquestionably.
Betrayal by those traitorous bounty hunters who left their comrades for quick credits? Doubtless.
Betrayal by the Blood Dragons, who care more about their honor and glory than living long enough to kill their enemies tomorrow? Goes with the territory.
Betrayal by the Houses who are more concerned with petty politics and popular opinion than facing the real threats in the galaxy? I've lost count.
Betrayal by my own squad leader for my refusing to look the other way when he skims off the squad cardamine allotment? Never thought I'd see that day if I lived a million years.
But here I am, crammed into this greasy cubicle on Barrier Gate Station, with nothing but my Rapier to my name, on the run from my own Nacion and with nowhere to call home except my own cockpit. After I told that no good thief I was going to report him, he tried to shoot me down in the middle of a furball with some miners in Tau 23. Did any of our squad get guncam footage of that? 'Course not. They sure took notice when I blasted his sorry hide into the void though. If I had returned to Cali, I wouldn't have lived long enough for a court martial, so here I am, hoping you've got a spare bunk and a set of coordinates for a juicy target I can rob to repay the debt I'm incurring. I could go to the Rogues, they're more my sort, but the Rogues would hand me right back over to the Nacion for a reward. I know the Lane Hackers have some principles, at least.
I can't say I much like having to trade my Rapier for a Scimitar, but if that's the price of finding a new home, I can pay it. For now.
Let's just make sure I'm scarce if any of my brethren drop by for a visit. I wouldn't want to bump into any of my old squad, or there will be what the bigshots call a diplomatic incident.