It's begun and there's no turning back - the old life of working for houses or 'the cause' of the local sector was no longer cutting it.
I was a shell, going through life without really living it.... following the footsteps of others, laid out in hopes of keeping the populace content or outraged, but occupied to the point of no self-reflection on their role in the grand situation. No room for compassion or empathy - those emotions no longer exist in my life after so much violence and pain as part of faction politics.
No more - I am rejecting all these so called groups whose 'just' causes spurn actions both legal and often unlawful, but for one sole purpose - power and control.
This life is now mine again - but on terms I've accepted as facts - the universe exists in a constant state of chaos. You can either struggle against it, or embrace it, going with the current instead of trying to direct its flow.
If Chaos breeds money and power, I shall be the agent of dread and terror, the subject of stories told at ports far and wide. They shall not know my name, only my creed, nor my ship, as they shall always be changing and not so conveniently tagged as enemy. Others may follow my path and choose this way, embrace my efforts, but we shall remain sparse and undetectable, until a focal point requires our convergence.
But they, from whom we will plunder and extort, will remember the feeling of our encounters - and forever struggle to feel safe again.