Born in Crete, I lived in the planet until my 15th birthday, when, due to our poorness, I started to work in a junker transport, carrying artifacts, loading and downloading in every base. I worked with them for 2 years, when, in one of my trips, finnaly I got a starflier in Rochester, it was a piece of junk.... well, I got from junkers hehehe... but it let me work as a freelancer, I used to work for everyone, I didn't care where the money came from.
Someday, a Synth food's transport contacted me around Bering, to escort him to Bretonia, an advanced train which was going to be delivered to the spa and cruise, during the flight I had time to chat with the synth food's pilot, he told horrible things about the corsairs, and how they kill to anyone in the name of feeding their people. I was really going to do my job and protect him, but his words.... I chosed to take that food, while he was preparing the ship to dock, I destroyed the cargo pods, took many as I can, and headed to Gamma, not without leaving a gift to him.
The Corsairs, seeing me as a potencial pilot, gave me better guns and ship to help my nation.
My pirate carreer began in the Omega 5 system. I did that for a while, until the HAF took me in his wing.
With a lot of troubles with the Council of Corsair Elders, I have been forced to leave from Gamma and corsair space. Going from one place to another, staying in the freeports (the only place where my head as "safe"), I changed my ship, for a civilian, and back to the mercenary job.
Some day, I got a call from a trader, he was going to Liberty, and I told him that would cost him a lot for protection. He didn't care, and we went to Liberty, throught a way I didn't know until that moment.
We went to Alaska, where I learn the power and dangerous of the nomads, I saw the scorn of the Bounty Hunters for human safety, and how they only care about getting an increible power, no matter its cost. The trader, sudenly, stop flying, he told me the truly motive of that trip, he wasn't going to liberty, he wanted to show me that view, the dangerous of the nomad race. He revealed as an Order agent, and he offered me the chance to join them.
"You don't belong here."
"You are nothing but a pirate."
"You are not an order officer, you lowlife."
The Order isn't ready for Tito Vendetta. If he doesn't leave it, he will end killing one of them.
His past deny him to become a full member of the Order, and it's also his past which deny him to change his future. Tito, is coming back home.
It's indeed a good time, because Gentle itself contacted Tito, saying that the Elders revoked the ban over his head. Tito is welcome once again as a complete Corsair.
Why? Because I didn't care about your presence?
Because someone, one person, didn't run scared from you?
Because there's someone a little more crazy than you?
Or may be, because not everything went accordlng to the plan?
Probably, the mighty Wilde wanted to ear my screams.... ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
When the plan is to murder, burn, rape and torture innocents men, no body cares.
Introduce a little anarchy, and the world will become Chaos.
"Kill thos pilots, and you'll be free to go, but if you don't, then you're gonna die."
Shooting down that trader was something smart to do, I didn't expect to gain a couple of bloodstones from it. That showed him what CHAOS means.
The piracy is getting old and obsolet, the new thing is the fraud, I made more money in neural net fraud in one day, than I did in piracy in the last 5 years.
It's something to care off, I'll look further in this, I hope to catch more idiots with it.
"That stupid order technicians can't do anything well for a change??? Now I have to fly one of this stinky eagles because my bomber was cracked, just for a few shots..."
Finnaly, I got the chance to meet this man, mister Mort. He knows what he want, he wants money, and nothing else. I like this mister Mort, I think I'm gonna call him Morty since now. He liked my offer, and now it's time to get to the elders into this matter. I hope that Sparta is not looking for my head anymore, or things are gonna get ugly.
"There is no better name for this ship than Tito's Palace. Although, it smells like a garbage dump, and Sephardi's toilet, but still, a good ship. And this crew... well, it's the best crew I could get, they are rather annoying, they stink! and I really doubt they can distinguish their brain from a bowl of nuts, but they do their job.
So, the business is going on track, we finnaly are making money from all this talking. First load of artifacts carried to Hudson. The Rogues were nice, too nice to my taste. I don't fully trust them yet. But well, business is business.