"I didn't always hate my people, I wasn't always forced to steal and murder..."
A Basilisk separated itself from the various Council ships, engaging his cruise engines and disappearing towards Planet Sanday... The pilot circled the Gas Giant, surfing the rings of the planet deeper into Sirius.
The bomber disappeared into the wormhole alone, travelling across lightyears of Sirius space in mere minutes.
Again he engaged cruise engines, disappearing between the rocks, not waiting to take a look around. A dirty smirk crossed the face of the pilot, as he spotted an IMG Spatial and Train mining innocently in the fields...
"I used to serve my house, but the sick ways of my King forced me out of his service... I found myself amongst the Council..."
"A Lieutenant, I was the best Bomber pilot in my wing... When it came to taking out our former superiors, I quickly became one of the best for such a job..."
"I rose through the ranks, surviving battle after battle in a barely space-worthy ship... Lieutenant became Capitaine, which quickly became Commandant... "
"The troops in my command quickly came to love me... A hero, a savior... I wish I could say I agreed with them..."
"Soon enough my superior officers noticed my status amongst my troops, jealousy perhaps, or a test of my skills... We had our orders..."
"Battleship Rocroi was our target, we were told their defences would be down, our shots would directly affect the Valor's ability to fight..."
"We were lied to... a wing of Gallic Royal Fighters took most of my men out before we even got close to the defences of the actual ship... All torn apart..."
"I never returned to Champagne... I found myself heading south down the Gallic Borderworlds to Languedoc.."
"By 817, Sirius Calendar... I found myself to be one of the most feared pirates in the south of Gallia.."