Brothers in arms of the so-far un-named fleet of Liberty piracy vessels, I send this message out in an... attempt to help you all understand both what I have done, and why I have done it. Some of you may have heard, or even witnessed the events of earlier today, and I'll admit, I'm not in favor of how they played out.
However, I stand by my decision. I joined this little gang of ours in an attempt to steer Liberty towards a better future, by sending a message that the corrupt, corporate Liberty Navy as to what the People of Liberty wanted: True freedom.
It was like I said: The Liberty Navy have oppressed us for too long, and I've seen enough of it. As we all flew together, I took little to no thought as to what exactly it was I was doing. The months went on. Fight after fight we endured, and day in and day out, I spent the time I was not out flying in hiding, as a middle manager of one of the scrap refineries aboard Rochester.
It was here that I settled down, made a name for myself (an alias of course but a name nonetheless), and even re-kindled my relationship with my ex-wife. In this, I found new life, and even new purpose, and slowly began to realize the true evils in what I was doing... the people I was killing, simply to send a message to the true enemies of my cause for a more freedom-based Liberty... but then I realized something:
It wasnt worth it.
The hundreds of lives, the millions of credits.. lost because we wanted to hurt the corporate leaders of Liberty, however little damage we were truly doing.
3 days ago, my now-again wife approached me and gave me a bit of news I could not anticipate: she was expecting.
In that moment, my mind reeled. So many things hit me at once, but the most prevelent emotion was bare-naked fear. Fear that a child of mine would grow up in an environment like the one I was in. Sure, many of those aboard Rochester were respectable folk but for the most part, it was still a common hideout for many unruly characters. Continuing down that teeth-grinding train of though, was the following question: "Did I want my child to continue down the same path that I did? Fighting day in and day out for a cause that would take thousands of lives, killing innocents on a daily basis, and running the constant risk of being killed? And better yet, did I want them to grow up without a father, who went off near daily to fight a war that was every bit as dangerous as it was stupid, and eventually got himself killed?" After no time at all, I had my answer:
"No."
In that moment, the call went out again for another assault outside of Rochester. I went through all the motions; dragging the Wasupu out of its cargo container, booting it up, getting enough fuel in it for a fight, checking the RCS thrusters... and the same question repeated itself over and over, and every time, the answer was the same. "No, no and for the last damn time, NO"
Even as I went down the launch tube and flew through the debris field, it continued on and on, and quickly, the fan to the embers of my hate for the Navy failed, and the fire went out.
It was then I saw the attack on a Liberty Siege Cruiser... if it could be called an attack. The vessel barely seemed to be operational, with small thruster bursts every now and again and the sight of panicked crew running up and down the corridors that weren't decompressed being the only indication of any life aboard. I saw junker vessels already beginning to rip the turrets off their mounts, and the engines out of their casings, while some of the fighters and Tutashkhia's own signature Asco floating nearby, taking the odd potshot at the surviving crew sections, killing off a defenseless, terrified crew.
Shocked, mortified and disgusted at a sight that, a mere few months before was commonplace for my eyes to behold, I pulled up the communicator pannel, and signaled for every Liberty Navy vessel in the system to converge on the site of the attack, while also calling for a cease-fire of the cruiser... some of them listened, but after asking all ships to vacate the area, only one still remained: Tutashkhia; the un-official ringleader of them all, now attempting to taunt and/or talk to the surviving crew.
A breif exchange of angry words, uttered through gritted teeth later, and a pair of Liberty Dreadnoughts arrived, one cloaked off scene, and the other moving in to immediatly assist the downed Cruiser, along with a wing of bomber craft. The former enemies I sought to destroy, stood beside me as I demanded Tutashkhia leave the scene.
There was some disagreement on that point. Minutes later, a dogfight was underway, and those pirate friends that I had once flown with, either out of sheer fear of the force approaching them, or confusion as two of the very ships they had followed into battle engaged in a brutal knife-fight, fled the scene, leaving the lone Asco to fend for itself against what was now a large, amassed force of Liberty vessels.
Despite the clearly un-balanced odds, Tutashkhia put up a quite a fight, with what I believed was 2 Liberty Cruisers, a Dreadnought, 2 bombers, and myself in tow, firing everything we had to bring him down. In the final moments of the battle, I had to make a choice: Either leave now, and escape the persecution of the Liberty Navy for my past deeds, or stay and attempt to sway the Naval vessels to spare Tutashkhia's Asco... It was a tough call, but finally, I turned and made a hard burn for the tradelane, feeling that it was best not to leave a child in the world, the way it is now, without a father, however worthless and pathetic he was for betraying his old allies.
The last I saw of Tutashkhia's Asco was its port side engines being ripped off by one of the Dreadnought's Cerberus cannons. Presently, I do not know of his status, or that of his crew and ship. Thats something you all will have to figure out for yourselves.
I am not long for Liberty. I have called in some favors with buddies of mine to leave the Republic for good. I ask that you all do not look for me. This is a fresh start for me and mine. I would rather leave this life behind and begin anew, free from everything but the lessons of my old world.
I do not like how things have turned out. There was little honor in anything that transpired, and as my fellow wingmen can attest to, I will defend th concept of honor with every fiber of my being.
I tell you all this for 2 reasons:
1: So that you know, definitivly what happened. I'm sure, should Tutashkhia survive, he would tell of a different version of the story of the same events. I urge you all to leverage the two testimonies against eachother, and come to your own conclusions. They matter seldom little to me what the average person perceives of me, but you all were my comrades.
and 2: This life is a dangerous one. One I'm not even sure I'll be able to get a clean break from, but there is little in Sirius that would sway me from trying. I would ask that those who joined this cause for similar reasons as I to take a step back and think about precisely what it is you're doing. If, to you, the ends justify the means, make sure that this is truly the life you want for youselves. If it does not, then get out. Get out now. Betrayals are a part of this business. They strike fast, and they strike hard. I do not wish to see any of you done in the way "Tutash" was. It was not a pleasant way for things to unfold.
I doubt any of you, at this point, have much respect for me at all. But those of you that do, the next time you see a whelpling Navy Pup get it into their heads that we are all soft and pathetic, remind them of my name. It seems to strike fear into the hearts of the Pup pilots.
I wish you all luck in your endeavors
-Wolfarus O'Maley.
[ sci·am·ach ]
/sīˈamək/
A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.