The "Hivernal". It was the father's starship, a wreck who have survived to The Nomad War. Lot of civilians had taken part in the battle against the nomads, a scourge for the humanity. What my mother said I was born just before the conflict began. I was too young to understand the situation or to recall even by me...
When parent's friends have heard the bribe to the nomad's defeat, it was just a miracle. When all seemed lost, until the arrival of the Freelancer. He would battle into the shallows of nomads systems. Unfortunately, the war has torn us too many loved ones, this included my parents. after these dark events, I was entrusted to a family living in the Omega systems. I remember sometimes, the first time we went to Casablanca base, for buy some food rations. i was 12 years old and still my innocence.
"Rancor"
16 years old, my father was installing solar panels for increase a new engine prototype, I believe. It was impressive to see him work. he was executing all his movements with inhuman precision, a work of craftsmanship. he taught me. My mother, her, was died of leukemia limphoyd, there were only me and my father has work to save our "home".
Two years after the death of my mother, I was more than decided from the station, and a drama would propel my desire on the front of the stage,
after that red Hessian concluded a pact with Outcasts, their presence is intensified in the Omega systems. I took the reflexes to remake the inventories to the nearest station was Casablanca, a bargain or at least it is only we had believed for some years, remember that Casablanca is owned and administered by the corsairs, group of enemies Hessians. A morning, they have followed me to my road in direction of Casablanca, they waited until I come back from Casablanca to attack our station plunder our resources. They were quick, organized and determined to reduce what we had built with our own hands. After the departure of our aggressors, my father was the only thing I could think of.
When you think have lived the worst life makes you quickly understand that it will be completed only at the moment of my death.
It was to me to retrieve the property of my late family, I trillai which were for myself shreds of my past. Between holocrons in my father's office, this concealed a handwritten letter, it was stated:
Quote:Dear my dear daughter
I could not give you the love you had to receive, I hope you will forgive me the one day.
I should tell you a lot about your real parents, but I could not find the words.
Your father was a true hero, your mother was a woman capable of bravery and courage.
Since we have welcomed you, we knew the bohneur to have a little girl. We have seen you grow into a gorgeous woman.
We had hoped to spend more time in your company but life decided otherwise.
We love you and we will love you forever.
PS:
your father would have liked that you are this vehicle. I retyped countless times, there is some impact of nomads guns but it is in working order. Take it, it is yours. It will witness your story. you have to do the rest. We count on you.
There is a sad thing to lose that life is the reason for living. That day, they took what I thought was my family, they gave me more reason to live.
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