I cannot remember much from before the prison settlement, only the anger I felt at those who forced me into slavery there. I had committed no crime, but the Libery Police needed a scapegoat for an assassination, and it was I who had to bite the bullet.
The shrouded hills of our otherwise deserted planet lacked much nutrition, we spent our days foraging for food that diminished each day. This purely was hell. I tried to forget my past, everything that I loved, it made it that much easier for me to be happy in the darkness. The only light we recieved, other than our primitive torches, made from ship fuel doused on rags upon metal rods to light the way, was the singular moon that orbitted the planet once every 72 hours.
Each day I wished I would die, but I refused to do so before I had my revenge. 3 years into our ordeal, when I had almost lost all hope of escaping the planet, a cargo vessel crash landed 4km to the East of our location. It was our chance of escape, if anything was salvagable we would have to use that.
It took us days to cross the dusty mounds that covered the planet, and we were disheartened by what we saw. A wreck of a ship, nothing clearly salvagable. I dropped to my knees, sheltering my head with my arms. I looked again, and filled with a burst of energy and hope, I sprant forward to find anything worth salvaging.
Despite the hull of the ship being in disrepair, the thrusters, nav-system and all other vital components of the ship were in working order, barely, but we could use them.
I sent Punisher back to camp, to gather what metals we had salvaged from around the planet in our four years. I would begin repair on the ship. We called it "Hopeful Vengeance", to remind us of our goal in revenge upon those responsible for this. I did not know Punisher's story, we tried not to talk about our lives before the planet, but he was a good man. An honest man sent to hell by those who deserved to be banished here themselves. I had never found a closer friend than I did on this planet.
We spent the next year repairing the ship, dreaming of what we would do when we left, I insisted on having a meal in the most fancy restaurant, where Punisher wanted nothing but to see his wife. Unfortunately, I had no idea if I had a wife, or if I had kids, or a family. I had made it a point to forget them, it made it bearable, but now I regretted it. But a nice meal would fix that, I thought.
When our ship neared completion, and only a few things were needed to be made inside, we thought of where we would go first, after all, we had no idea what planet we were on. The Nav-Map had no sign of it, nor of where we were. We'd have to take our chances and find civilisation.
So we took what supplies we could find and set off, 5 years on that planet. Constant thoughts of suicide, revenge and freedom, and now we could do what we liked, we could live how we wanted to, as free men for the first time since our imprisonment. But all I could think of was how I wanted to exact my vengeance upon the corruption within Liberty Police.
Two weeks. It was two weeks before we found salvation, the Order found us, drifting as we slept and took us to Omicron Minor. We told them our story and we were given thier friendship and aid. They gave us an Anubis ship each and a few guns, in return for aid in a Nomad problem they were having. To show us our worth, me and Punisher set off and destroyed well over 30 Nomads in what was a long battle; a number of our Order comrades were lost in that fight, but we repelled the Nomads forces from attacking our new home.
We made a number of other missions, our funds slowly grew, as did our skills, our weaponry and eventually we ready. Ready to take our revenge upon those responsible. Those responsible and those who helped them.
The Story of Erebus continues to this day.
Holy mother of the night hear us,
We feel your wrath and bow to your wrath,
We take your guidance and slay all others,
We demolish all others that stand in your path.