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The birth of a Corsair

Alejandro's mother died when he was born which affected his childhood alot. He was often taken care of by an older family cousin since his father was always busy patrolling the Omega borders. When Alejandro had turned sixteen he was forced to participate in a traditional corsair trial like all the other Corsairs in his age, one that would ultimately decide if his life would continue.

"Psst, hey you over there." Another boy whispered to me and signaled that I should move closer to him.

"What?" I answered in the same quiet tone.

"Are you facing the trial too?"

"Yeah..." The boy recognized my nervous voice.

"Don't worry my brother, I'm sure you will do fine." He said and patted me on the shoulder.

"I sure hope so too, what is your na-" I was interrupted by a shouting man. His voice turned the whole room silent, the tone held a certain degree of status, this man was important.

"Now listen up you pathetic dogs, you have arrived here for only one reason, to see if you can pass the Corsair Trial. All of you will be given a M5 Class "Decurion" Corsair Fighter. Your mission is to take the ship into the Malvada Clouds and retrieve an artifact located inside the asteroids. If you are still alive by this point you must fly back to Crete, dock and bring the item to me in order to prove you have successfully completed the task. Any questions?"

Nobody uttered a single word, we were all thinking about when he said "if you are still alive..."

"Very well then. GUARDS, ESCORT THESE YOUNG MEN INTO THEIR VESSELS!"

As we walked through the halls to reach the docks, I was thinking about my whole life up until this point. Because it could very well end right here. Some began to cry out loud and the disgusting smell of vomit began to fill the air.

One of the Corsair Guards pointed at a Decurion and I proceeded to enter it. When I sat there, inside this fragile ship, I began to think of my mom. I had only seen her from photographs, perhaps if I would die I might actually have the opportunity to finally meet her.

An alarm was turned on, for each three passing seconds a beeping sound came out from it. I could now see the gates being opened, we were about to fly out. On my way I could see orange beams shining from the famous Red Dwarf that was located in the center of Omicron Gamma, a truly beautiful display.

"Soon, soon..." I kept telling myself, soon we were about to face our toughest challenge.

The Venom's Lair

That is what the youngsters called the Malvada Clouds due to its green nature and toxic properties. I was beginning to feel dizzy but was quickly thrown out of my perplexity by the shouting instructor. All trial-attendees were placed into three-man groups. Each new group were sent away at a fifteen minute distance from the previous one.

"Alejandro, Javier and Salvador, group four." The instructor had now began to place us under a group number.

"Alejandro so that is your name, I'm Javier the person you met on Crete, I'm sure you remember me."

"Yes I do, it's nice to meet you again Javier."

The third person named Salvador didn't speak a single word over the comms, you could feel his fear even between the ship platings. I didn't blame him, I was afraid too but somehow the memory of my mother made me comfortable and calmed my anxiety.

*Three quarters of an hour had passed*

"Alright, group four it is your turn!" Shouted the instructor.

"Hey, Alejandro, you will make it."

"So will you hermano, so will you..."

The signal was announced, our engines prepared, we flied in with a frenzy cry into the Venom's Lair.

Approximately thirty minutes had passed, due to the thick clouds my scanner was badly functioning and I could not locate my wingmen. Regardless I kept scouring through the asteroids, blasting at anything that would resemble the definition of a relic-stone. The whole environment frightened me, I felt lost in this green clouded maze. Fifteen more minutes had passed and now I was met with a dreadful sight, what appeared to look like a graveyard of lost Decurions. Who could have destroyed all these innocent young men? What kind of insane psychopathic person would commit such a crime? Was it one of those Outcasts that took one too many doses of Cardamine?

Shortly after my arrival I started to feel an unknown presence, something was crawling inside these clouds. I turned my ship around and from a distance I could see a blue-looking object closing by at rapid speed. I wondered if that was a projectile coming my way but it was something even more terrifying. A ghastly creature-like "thing" had approached me and it immediately fired upon my ship. For a couple of seconds I was completely paralyzed from the shocking experience but I got hold of my senses and began moving my ship towards the opposite way in hope of escaping. There was no use, like a nightmare told by a little child the creature kept getting closer and closer, more of it's projectiles were hitting my vessel and my left wing had now caught on fire.

"This will be my end." I said to myself.

Someone appeared! I could hear him laughing over the comms, Javier was now at the scene. He soon after stopped laughing when he saw that my ship was on fire and spotted the creature that was chasing me.

"Quickly Alejandro get out of here whilst I stall this blue monster!"

"But... but..."

"There is no time Alejandro, get out of here! But before you go, take this." He ejected an item out in the atmosphere which I tractored in without hesitation.

"What about you Javier?"

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" He shouted back at the comms.

I had no choice, in fear I just escaped as fast as I could towards the rendezvous point.

That was the last day I heard from Javier. To this very time of my writing I still regret I didn't went back to save him. He sacrificed his life but also provided me with an excuse to return home, carrying his artifact in my hands...

The generosity of respect

Ten years had passed, I was now twenty-six and my father had retired from his piracy. Our income was low and I had to both support my father and my family along with my beloved wife Almira. We were under a tough period and the Crete food crisis was upon us. The price of rations were high and we could acquire minimal supplies. I was left to no other choice in this state of immense desperation, I had to pirate, I needed credits or materials or else we would all die. The Praetorian Corsair Bomber that was given to me by my retired father was put in great use right now. Equipped with the most advanced weaponry system I could easily track down my prey. I heard a rumor that alot of transports were passing the Omega-3 system in order to reach Bretonia or Rheinland territory.

What they forgot to mention is that Omega-41 possessed a high concentration of radioactive properties and to reach Omega-3 you would have to pass Omega-5 and into one of the greatest battle scenes between the Corsairs and the Hessians. All this to reach a petty transport where you would act like a pathetic dog and steal another persons labor. Sometimes I had doubtful feelings being a Corsair but I have never spoken about this to anyone in fear of getting exiled or even worse, killed.

By the time I had reached Omega-3 and positioned myself at a trade-lane inside the Wilkes Ice Field, two of my guns were not functioning properly due to the damages caused by Omega-41 and I had wasted half my fuel just to get here, surely this was not a good start. But after patiently waiting for ten minutes, one transport passed the trade-lane which I put out of order and so the transport stopped in its course. I now proceeded to demand 200 000 credits from the victim but it seemed their Captain refused to comply and attempted to escape. I knew the transport could not escape because I had mounted a Train Cruise Disruptor if a situation like this would merge but what I did not expect was its escorts. I had no other choice but to run when two out of four guns were not functioning, it was clear that sooner or later those fighter wings would take me down if I would have decided to fight back.

With a disappointed spirit I slowly cruised to Freeport 1 which was located around 30 K from my location. How would I pay for the necessary reparations for my vessel, if I did not even had money enough to buy food for my family. I was at a point of insanity for my complete failure when a rather strange person encountered me.

A person by the call-sign "Skye" was positioned outside Freeport 1. I felt that my last chance was to enter Bretonia territory itself and grab two victims and then ransom their lives for credits when I was halted by this Bounty Hunter Skye.

"Sir, I can not allow you to attack the honorable citizens of Bretonia." The mysterious Bounty Hunter said to me, in a more respectful tone than expected.

I explained my desperate situation to Senor Skye and I believe I affected the man. Perhaps to a point where he even felt sorry for me and my family. What Senor Skye was later to propose was something so surprising and incredible that I could not even express my immense gratitude properly. He would provide me with 60 Food Rations, if I promised him one thing, don't-attack-Bretonia. This man seemed to possess deep connections with Bretonia because he would even as a Bounty Hunter, make deals with a Corsair in order to protect its welfare. He also seemed to appreciate my respectful tone when I answered his demands.



Shortly thereafter I returned home, pleased to provide my family and myself with vital supplies. I will always remember the man who saved us all from a certain death...