Miguel Mihura, Reaver.

[Yber]

Miguel Mihura, one of the two Samarran's Reavers, was born on the cardamine's gardens of Malta, within a quite normal family, on an unknown year. As these passed, he'd never shown and attitude for piloting, nevertheless his cooking skills, along a favoritism for medicine, made the young man a valuable crew member, and he was soon a respected doctor of one of the fighters' wings.

However, everything turned updown the day that he saw them. A group of things without a determinated color, between blue and purple; Nomads. The first time he heard their voice, Miguel knew that his life had been destinated to serve them. Inmediatly after the incredible experience, other ships around the mighty ones were made noticiable. Sabres, but those were totally different. They didn't have la Cruz Maltesa, and somehow, they looked alive.

Samarran Raiders.

The sight disturbed him to a point that he wasn't able to cure anyone else anymore. These worshippers of the spirits, the Raiders were passing some days in Malta, and a mind that was above him gave the order. Join them.

Exactly seven years later, Miguel Mihura became a Reaver, pretty much the maximum category inside the group appart of the main leader. He became familiar to the nomads, and to thousands of people and places, including the chosen ones, not more competitors than allies; Das Wilde. Miguel's piloting skills quickly rised as well, and his ability to cure and cook slowly came back.

However, the Luck's Deity would finally turn against him a day in Omicron Zeta.

The beginning.

Daniel, take that bastet out. Pedro, on your back!
Cover the Wilde! Don't let these haters get them! Advance! Show them how fools they are!- The battle had dured several minutes and the scraps of two samarran fighters were floating around, mixed with the ones from more than one Order's wing. The weapons their allies were using couldn't be matched by humans.

A static spike covered the voice channel, leaving the three pilots mutted.

You can't be serious... Ped...!- Pedro Picapiedra's sabre was rammed and then shot at by a docen of secondarie's batteries. A battleship, a legate, had just uncloaked on top of the fighter squad.

Daniel, get out! We can't...- A razor hit Straight's hull, a sabre that should have carried him until his very death, and made the remaining Das Wilde ships turn back. The last thing Miguel Mihura could hear was the voice of the creature who had spoken to him several years ago. This time, however, that followed was darkness.

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inb4 Sirius gets renamed to XTF.