I woke up from the coma after a long time. An anonymous person left all payment in the hospital account. Crete, many years have passed.
It didn't exist for anyone, they gave me a new ID, a new name: Carlos Rodriguez. I looked for Hispania Armored Forces, but it doesn't exist anymore and nobody knows what happened to them. Acquaintances, friends, contacts, there is nothing, I was alone.
"Justice is written by the winners", a phrase that a person repeated a lot that I no longer remember. I lost everything: ships, funds, friends, comrades, family. Everything was stolen, confiscated, killed.
I needed a new job. I went to the recruitment of rookie pilots and accepted missions to face the Bounty Hunters Guild. When I already had 1 million credits, I heard that in Freeport 5 they sold a freighter that the Corsairs used to extract Xeno Relics.
Before I was not a pirate because of the code that the Hispania Armored Forces instilled in me, I was not a good combatant either, I decided to dedicate myself to mining and smuggling. For a while I dedicated myself to undermining Xeno Relics.
But after a while he could not stand the young pilots and their display of wanting to peel and bathe in glory against our enemies. Look out of the corsair systems for a while. I loaded everything I could from Xeno Relics on my ship and headed to Kusary.
"We don't attack, we defend," was the phrase I heard in my head when I left Omicron Gamma.