After my tough up-bringing in Bretronian space, i thought i needed a change, needed something i could do to forget about my parent's struggle to put food on the table, forget their miserable passing in the most grusome of circumstances in that Fatal accident, i started a new life.
Of course being in roughly the same situation as my parents finantially, i had no choice but to scrimp and save every credit I could obtain. After a while of doing dirty jobs, being seen as scum, i was able to get a set of decent clothes, job, a place i could call home, but no matter what I'd always have that horrible sense of emptyness, I needed to get away from here.
It has been 7 years since then, the tragic day that changed my life... The day my parents died, but who am i kidding thats old news now, Whats done is done. I have come a very long way since then, i am now piloting my -Own- vessle, and have been rewarded for ridding the Leeds system of some un-desireable folk. These cash rewards i will refure to as my "Big Break" as the day i was awarded the Massive sum of Two Million sirius credit's, simply meant i finally made it.
I wasted no time in making the best of this reward, i packed my things and headed out I did not tell my friends where i was going, i was'nt even sure myself. Things were at a all time high.
On my newly found sense of pride, money and not a care in the galaxy, I found myself in the Tau-23 system, Simply exploring, i served Noone anymore, i was..'Freelance'. I took note of the beautiful harmony in which the miner's of the system worked, although slightly dis-heartened by my presance, i was pretty sure the Colonial's were the only ones who would potentially be causing me harm. The next few days were a blur, but from what my guncam's showed me, and what i was told on the Colonial Sulawesi station, i was ambushed by a faction i knew almost nothing about, that went by the name of "Bretonia Mining and Mineral". in the onslaught, i must have blacked out, my ship Completly destroyed, all belongings lost, i just escaped with my life, the mercy of the Colonial's is all that kept me alive. They had nursed me back to health without thinking first wether i was friend or foe. This type of kindness is rare, i thought then This is what i want to be with, i want to be someone that would help another without thinking, someone who puts others before himself. my whole persona changed with that one act of kindess, one that no matter what happens between us... I shall always respect and never forget..
I have been serving the Colonial's, baring a Colonial transponder, with great honour for a few years now, i have been given a Ship, a home, weaponry, and a great sense of a family that i have not felt since my parents where around. Our losses in combat are few, but none the less, we are here, -surviving-. The constant onslaught from the Outcast's is mercyless, every day brings new waves of enemy ships. Myself and my squadren fight daily, never knowing if we will all return in the following evening. Never knowing if this shift is our last. The sense of danger is almost a attraction.
Never the less, I was promoted. I was now a Captain, and assigned to the reasearch wing the 88'th in Omicron Delta and the surrounding system's, learning more about the mystical systems. This sounded Very exieting and relieveing, as Outcast presance in such systems is said to be scarce, being to far from their homeland Malta. I was soon to learn once posted there that My new squadron was protecting Researcher's, and that the post i was filling was from a 'Captain' Miller that was killed in action against a wave of Nomads. These being's are ten times as deadly as anything i had encountered before, so fast, so..Beautiful...
I made myself at home and soon got into a stable routine, Nomad attacks were rare, and only seemed to apear in certain places, almost like they were patrolling the area.. This in itself was most intrigueing.. that the Nomads actually followed the same routines as us.. suposedly "inferior" being's.
During daily routine's patrol's we made regular contact with Corsair and Order unit's, the Order units themselves kept themself as free from interaction as possible, i guess the Ex-Military that won the Nomad war before were in a state of Secrecy. The Corsair's on the other hand were warmly inviting, and taking some advise on weaponry loadout, i had them fit a strangle high-refire rate version of the Zoner's Delibralator . They refured to them simply as "Tizzy's"
All i knew is, this was alot more dangerous than my old post, but i was always eager to get on duty, just to possibly get a glimpse of those beings. Looking back on it now, i must have been crazy, as stareing at such things instead of shooting them is almost guarenteed death.
I don't remember much, again my guncam's and word of mouth has given me more of a idea of what actually happened, but ill illistrate from these sources as best i can.
On a Routene patroll in Theta. when out of the Omicron-74 Gravatational Annommaly, a fleet of nomad's apear'd, i order'd my squadren to Flee, whilst i held them off as best i could, i must have been dazzled by their beauty, but reguardless, my ship was badly damaged, and i woke up on the Outcast "Letini" base, a base with a very small population, and quite weird, which i guess
is to be expected being so distant from allied bases. This time though it wasnt the kindness of the Outcasts who saved me and my ship that made me stay.. it was the Cardimine hook...
from the moment my ship and myself were Tractored in.. i was one of them, I was in a coma for 6 months and no matter how i look back at it now, i will always have a part of me that will be a Outcast. I will allways have a hunger for the Cardimine that fuel's my fighting ability.
The months that followed i made myself at home on the strange base. After i was fully healthy again, they informed me my ship was a enemy vessle and that it was badly damaged, left in space.
They supplied me with a battered second hand Sabre. The ship was faster than anything i had flown before, but it did not have a nice feel to it, the controls where fitted to outcast usage and i had just gained their abilities, they where being trained since birth where as i was new.
Two months later i was wearing a Outcast transponder, taking order's from those above me and fitting in well, the next catrastrophic event would be yet another turning point in my life. The Corsairs, who up to now i hadnt known had any problems with the Outcast's launched a raid on the base. As several Antimatter Cannons struck the bay that contained my Sabre and several more from the base. With a small Sabre detachment, and in a desperate attempt to fight off the Corsair's,
every pilot and vessle available was launched from the base. As i looked around for any vessel capable of flight and with guns, two techs came to me and replied that they would help me find anything, and at that time i even wished i had a CSV to fly. We looked and looked in every bay, and most of them were already empty. Another Antimatter Cannon hit ensued to shake all the base. Several security doors got damaged and we kept on looking and finding only despair. Until she appeared. A small outcast child (One of the few i had ever saw) was crying near a somewhat opened bay door. As i tried to get her inside the bay for cover, a ship layed dormant under a ragged piece of cloth. As i got interested and pulled the cloth, there it was. My Nyx. Still somewhat battered and ragged, it was clear that the Outcasts had lied to me and tinkered with the ship. One of the techs found the experiments data pad and start reporting what the Outcast scientists were trying to achieve by reverse engineering the Corsair and Colonial technology. Even more, they were also managed to fit a Outcast 'Inferno' into it without any problems whatsoever. Rage fueled my blood as i shouted to the techs to see if the Nyx was still space worthy. They had lied to me. As the techs hastily repaired the Nyx, i walked to the outcast child and whispered at her ear. "Get to my escape pod. You will find one in my quarters. All pilots have one in case of emergency."
I placed the electronic keys in her hand and gave her a farewell. Children don't deserve to be in the midst of war. As finally the Nyx was deemed space worthy i launched. Angry but a feeling of happiness was starting to build up. My Nyx and i once more. The fight that ensued was against every bone in my body, it did not feel right to be shooting at Corsair's, but they had just
needlessly attacked and killed the Outcast's at this remote base. Every pilot's escape pod that i saw, i tractored in, both outcast and 'sair.
i was going to do justice over the evil that i had just witnessed.
The fight was over, there was just myself and Two Corsair fighter pilots left, They were 5 K away from my location, i had 23 Escape pods tractored in my ship, the added weight effected turning alot, however, i felt it my duty to save them all.The remaining two corsair pilots were locking onto my vessle, i heard them shout on open comm's "weapons charged" i knew if i was able to take them out i wouldnt have enough room to tracor their escape pod's. I initiated Cruise engines and began to flee the battlefield.
This was made more difficult, in being the second they were in range, a constant Barrage of Cruise disruptor's were launched. I had no chance but to stop, and face them.
Now they were in easy visable distance of my ship, they were confused as to why a Outcast transponder was coming from a ship that was clearly enemy to the outcast's, they rememberd who i was, and i who they were, we had fought alongside eachother against the Nomads in Omicron-Delta those few months back, they thought i had been killed. they thought that somone had stolen my ship and was using it to help the Outcasts, a faction that until now, i had not known were enemies.
I opened a secure channel with the corsair pilots, and to my relief they recognised my voice. Their initial reaction was Anger, that i had betrayed them, that i should be put before the Corsair admirals for punishment. After i explained what had happened, they were more sympathettic to me, but were both confused and angered at me wearing a outcast transponder, having outcast weaponry, and saving outcast pilots.
This was where i simply said " i am neither side in your pathetic war, you would do well to re-unite with the outcast's" I needed to learn more about the dissagreaments between the two sides, but all i knew, was i had to stop it.
It was this moment that i accompanied the Corsairs to the Freeport in Omicron-Theta, just outside where the Nomads had ambushed me and my Colonial squadron, then i transferred the Corsair pilots to the two corsairs, and broke off from them, went to the Freeport and released the Outcast pilots whom had fallen in battle. This made the Two corsair units who had followed me distrought, they engaged me and in under a minute, i had obliterated them both, and again i showed them the same kindness as the outcast pilot's. I Tractored them in, along with the ones who had fallen in the big fight and released them onto the freeport.
Now i knew this is what i was meant for, I was ment to stop the conflict between the Corsair's and the Outcast's. My ship which has components from both sides, technologies strapped together that made such a Awesome machine, it was a fine example of what the Two opposing sides could accomplish if they united. I knew this fight wouldnt be easy, but.. it was one i am destined to fight untill if need be, death.
My going's about in the Omicron's and omega's have saved countless lives by now, breaking up dog-fights between Outcasts, Hunters, Order, Sairs and alike, I feel a sense of achievement, However, my main goal of peace between the two old lost bretheren the Outcast's and the Corsair's still persues. I was most intrigued to have come across a group of well.. ex outcast's, ex Corsairs and other Bretheren that have united under a single banner.
They call themselves the "Reaper's of Sirius" i saw them doing exactly as i have been doing for the past three years of my life. I saw they were interacting with some of the high command of the 'sairs, the "HAF". Reapers Simply wanted passage, but were held back by the HAF units, they preached they ment no harm, but were still under heavy threat of their vessles being engaged, i watched as the Reapers spread the word of peace, trying to make them drop all hostility. The Reapers were slightly cautious of my pressance, but were more focused on the imminant firefight that was about to ensue.
The HAF units showed no haste in showing their hostile intentions with my vessle aswell. Going by what i had seen so far, I could see the Reapers were there only for a passage through, had no intentions of hostility, yet were being treated like the enemy. I stated to the reapers that i'd fight along side them in self-defence if the HAF units were to carry out their threats. The reaper units being outnumberd Five to One showed no haste in accepting my allegiance.
The HAF ordered all of their units to engage us this was undoubtedly the largest firefight i had ever partaken in, the numbers were huge. i concentrated mainly on enemy fighter vessles but the Reapers co-ordinated attacks on the capitals chewing them to peices, My ship was bearly taking any damage, i felt a new sense of energy fighting along-side the reapers. The fight continued for just over a hour, my newfound friends had taken little damage with no loss's, the Corsair high command had withdrawn after loosing many warships and countless fighter units. the reapers spread the word of peace once more, and they thanked me for my help. Their 'Archon' as the other Reapers called him, announced to me i was welcome to join them if our view's were the same. i humbly accepted.
i left the system with them. And travelled back to a very strange base in the Omega's it was filled with ex Rheinland Military, they where very quiet and the other Reapers didnt seem to interact with them much... Who are they i wondered. The Reapers where indeed very strange and mysterious... I was beginning to wonder if this was the right choice.
Not long after we landed their 'Archon' walked upto me and stretched out his hand for a handshake, i nervously shook it back and greeted him. He warmly smiled and greeted me back he introduced himself with a rather long name, "Lohingren Hikari Rala'State" it was a mixture of both Kusarian and Hispanic origins, coming to think of it... He doesnt quite look like a normal Outcast. We spoke for a while, and the doubts i had earlier began to weaken.. The Archon was truly a kind man caught up in a cruel world.. We began to speak for a while longer and the subject about my nyx was brought up.
I told the Archon i had trouble flying the Z series, and that the 'Nyx' was more suited to my flight style, the Archon could tell i was not a full blooded hispanic. And he knew himself he had trouble getting to grips with the Z series when he just arrived. He replied to me, "Yes you may keep it, we should have the resources to keep her up and running"
I was thankful that he let me keep the machine that had in ways became a part of me. I stood up and mimiced the salute i seen the reapers giving the Archon, He smiled at me and said "Welcome aboard then"
I swore aliegance to them on that very day.
i am happy to be known as a Reaper, myself and my newfound Bretheren will be my final stop in allegiance. i am certain i have finally found what my was brought into the sirius into being for.
Chapter Eight, Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire..
I Thought that my story was over, that i were destined to go aheard with the reapers and rid sirius of the fights between the hispanic forces, to one day bring total peace between them, make the hispanic nations follow, with their help, do the same within Sirius, make all around be at a peacefull existance.
This it seem's even within the humble group of the Reapers, for now, i see as Impossible.
I was singled out at the bar by the Archon's brother, a evil glare within his eye, rais'd his hand pointing in my direction to the two men with him and they promptly moved toward my posision. Stating i was thought to be a part of a conspiracy linked to the dissapearance of Archon, they asked me to get up and quietly proceed to the exit where a secure vessle will transport me to be "Judged" before a council of Reaper's High Command.
Not only baffled by what i was supposidly part of, i was now thinking about how i could escape this, as clearly i was not a part of any kind of conspiracy theory's aganst anyone, aspecially not those whom i swear my aliegane to.
My head spun into action, my side arm which i had not presented upon entering the bar, (a quiet habbit i had found myself doing more and more of) i opulled from it's holster, without haistfree'd myself from teh guard's grasp and shot them both. the Archon's brother took cover in fear of being shot next, whilst he was taking cover, he did not see me slip out of the bar, proceeding swiftly to the hanger where my beloved nyx that had saved me no many times stood in all her glory, i sealed the room and initiated a emergency launch.
The stationmaster had caught sight of what was going on, the stations guns blazing down on me from behind, my ship taking damage, i felt the loosely held Inferno the 'casts had mounted rip from the underside of my ship. Power set to engines, i cruised away with what seemed to be a un-challenged retreat. i set route for the nearest freeport, the only place i had a thin chance of a neutral or warm responce. After all, my sirius credits are alwlays good here.
For me now ? i am living wherever i can, the main threat to me apears to come from those most beutifull beings that have plagued my past, the Nomads......
It's been almost three month's since my "ejection" from the band of reapers.
Status Log:
ive since repaird my ship, but haven't found a engineer to mount anything inplace of where the inferno was previously.
Meaning any attempt i have at work is allot harder, credit's are getting scarse, Desperation is setting in. my ship needed new componant's, new thrusters. it was getting more and more out of hand.
The Zoner's were becomming a little confused why i hadn't moved on, my sheer rugged apearance alongside my shadowd movements i guess is one of the reasons they hadn't aproached me to ask.
Latest occourance: Ive been contacted by Archon, a man who belived to be dead. equesting my return, sending apology of the miss-treatment that had befallen me. This no real definate proof he was behind it, i was sure it's a trap of some description. Given my dwindleing resorces, i had but no option but to trust it
But for now, i had to focus on getting supplies together, meerly requesting donatins at this point in such harsh space is ni-on Impossible, i had to take it by force..
// REALLY Not Finished, Long way to go.
I set route to the abandond junk field within omega-15, waited, waited, waited.
After about thirty minuted, three transponder's apeard on scanner's, one of which was Archon's signal. Two thought's were now going through my head, either the transmission from archon requesting my peacefull return was true, or, he was a part of the conspiracy to claim myhead, nevertheless, iI had to trust them, if this is here i was meant to die, i had nothing to loose.
