«Why haven't you escaped, you stupid extremist? Why haven't you followed until the end these crazy fanatics who they were much different from you?». This will be probably the phrase that my first and only friend will shout when they'll see my dead body in one possible future moment.

823 A.S., I must sign this, the beginning of another war with people that believes to be innocent but that the truth is that indirectly hinders the plans of my organization, The Core. One time they were simply veteran bounty hunters, now it's a self-proclamed empire that is going to claim all Omicron space not accepting any kind of internal and external opposition that has just the courage to exist. I joined with them because at first I thought that hunting the bounties in wild spaces like Omicrons would have been more dangerous and consequently the reward would have been very big, and I needed money, mostly because I disappointed my only friend, that waited news from that unknown space where I have gone.

«Joining in the Bounty Hunters Guild is very useful if you want to make money fastly and you're good enough to hunt criminals and pirates, but joining on The Core, you can earn more than the others one and this is why I choose them! You will have news soon and I will ensure you that I can do it! "Stonehenge depot" project will be a reality! With or without Leeds system owned by Bretonia!»

Those were the last words that I told to him. Then silence, for different months, different years, I was busy to become one of them, a harsh man ready to claim bounties and to be cruel against their enemies. This wasn't bad however but I fear that this could influence future heavy decisions and one of them is the following. The Core attacked the Zoners, humans who wanted to stay away from human wars and also, to offer help to who need it, independently from their affiliation.

A guy brought illegal cargo for our empire but it was taking advantage of the Freeports no-fire-zone to escape from our laws, that were active in that system with Freeport 11 inside. Because of these unfair exceptions useful for our enemies, The Core lost their patience and they opened fire to the criminal and to the station. This is what they told me.

I had to choose wich side to stay, staying with them or having piety to poor innocents that don't care with our enemies. This last choice was Dangerous for my life, if you join into The Core, you don't exit alive so easily. I thought about that very much and I also talked with my old friend, surprised about what my empire did.

«I know what you are thinking, I know! It's terrible what's happened. The empire has had his reasons and I was tired about these injustices too. I was convinced to fight for The Core, this is true, but I didn't expect similar barbarian acts! I can't vouch for nothing else, we will see what will happen...»

Last message I sent him. Then nothing again, alone, to take a decision at first heavy but then unbelievably righy and you hadn't to worry too much: staying with The Core and hoping that a fight against pacifists will end quickly and in the best possible way. What should I worry?

There's who was doing his work for a better world during your "Justice works". One of them was me. I know what have you done. I know what has happened that day.

New Sigma systems were discovered and the news spreaded around Sirius in less time. Organizations also started to send survey teams to discover the new areas and to find good places to build new stations. The Core were already ready to send their's ones and I was chosen as a member when I was still part of the secondary fleet.The expedition began. It was going everything fine. The Core had obtained in less time the most updated maps of the whole Sirius; we had enough informations to come back to home, proud to be useful for our noble cause. We returned to home using the same route we used before having the areas clear until to arrive to Sigma-15, few meters from our home. Core rebels, leaded by a Core renegade appeared forward to us preempting us. They haven't any intent to explore; they had a fleet made for one thing: killing us. They want to avenge what they called "Freeport 11 casualties" trying to destroy us at will even if we hadn't any hostile intent. I tried to defend myself but after the destruction of the expedition leader ship, I was the next. I tried to resist as more as possible but they were killing us one by one. My ship at last has been destroyed; I was preparing for the expulsion but something has gone wrong and I couldn't eject in time to avoiding the fire that got me right on the face. When I was in the space, I felt an unimaginable pain everywhere. I thought I was dead. Instead I was in the H+ Clinic with a new ARES class implant that substituted my face, a face lost because of cowards that haven't literaly any utility in the humanity if the only thing they can do is this.

Now every renegade must fear on me. Now I hunt them, killing them one by one, make them suffering while they're still alive, they will implore me to make it end I'll be the incarnate demon. Your actions have had consequences, you could have forgotten it, but you're not innocent.

This is what they received from a man that sent the form request before to go immediately to his apartment, disappearing from Yaren's hallway in a short time. That same person that he was present on the treatment room of the H+ Clinic. He was tall, well-dressed, with that mask what inspires awe with these "war-design". He slowly took off that mask and it found a burned face, second degree burns. "Hi", he said. After some discussions the man understood what it's going to happen and he prepared, once again, to the procedure. He just needs that no other organ come is unnecessarily transplanted. All was ready, like before, a simple graft, it won't hurt. And if it would do, it will last for very short time.

"All over. It wasn't painful, see? Now you are more than a man, you are a superman. Go now! Get a sword, grab your weapons and return to suffer your enemies like what you mentioned about your form. And remember, if you want some other implants come back here." Doctors were satisfied.
"Thank you again! I feel reborn!".
Reborn... like all fools should be if they would want to have another chance to be accepted in the Imperium Omicronae.