We where stationed in the nomad systems for quite sometime working with the liberty navy and others to push back the nomad onslaught, we had found love and married in the thick of the war, we had worked together as a strike team for years and became quite good at it. torcher knew her way around a battlefield like a master of war, she could take a target out with one shot, she was a true assassin. When we worked together we where one, we could take anything on, the bounty hunters guild had loaned us bombers to assist the liberty navy in the war and they had grown on us, to be nearly another limb, we couldn't be without them.
After years of war, it all ended in calm, oh how we loathed calm we always wanted more war, more killing, more carnage. In the end we joined the bounty hunters guild, they had given us our wonderful ships our blessed ships, they where our body now, they would respond as though they where attached, we had honed our skill with them to almost symbioses. we painted them with our own symbols of war, violence, and the crimson blood of our enemies, they where nearly impossible to recognize after years of ware and tear from war they had become obelisks of death and strength.
The bounty hunters guild was more than happy to have us, we where a efficient killing machine together, torcher was an amazing women, she took my breath away from day one, we where inseparable apart we couldn't fly let alone fight, it was like missing your legs to run, or missing your arms to fight. the bounty hunters guild soon called us the lovers of war, we only loved one thing more than war, each other.
Soon the bounty hunters guild become boring, criminals where sad pilots at best, we could simply destroy them as if swatting flies. soon we became unruly with the bounty hunters guild, they wouldn't hear it that we pined for a real challenge, they would wave us off and say simply "you've done all you can, that nomad war is over, and we shall not take part in the political wars, that is not our place!".
We wanted to join war so we became mercenaries, we fought anyone we could, Liberty, Rheinland, Kusari, Bretonia, and even our own once brethren the bounty hunters guild. soon everyone was in fear of our ships the lovers of war where becoming a name around Sirius, our ships soon become idols of war, their crimson paint and symbols of war soon become a symbol of pure war, all we want is war, and that's what we get.
We are the lovers of war, we don't join war we start war, and anyone who wants war will get it, and we love it, we live for it, the lovers of war are growing, more unrest souls want war, and we want to give it to them so we can saver in it, our ships are our symbol, our soul, our tool, our weapon, they are what makes us the warriors we are, and we will use them to give us what we truly want, WAR!!!
WE ARE THE LOVERS OF WAR AND WE WILL BRING WAR UPON SIRUIS UNTIL OUR CARNAGE IS FULFILLED!
Sirius has just gone a bit strange for me, I was traveling in a system which is rarely dusted with the trails of ships, when I was attacked out of the blue by a something, I'll never be sure what, but they had chased me to the strangest gate I had ever seen, my only choice was to attempt to use it, this new system was desolate, radiated and everything just seemed off.
I flew around for hours to no avail, seemed there was nothing there until, I seen it...
Whatever this place was, it had people on it, who had strange story to tell indeed it had seemed they had given up their normal lives to a unique one, one of realization and change, and outcast sat across the table from a liberty police officer as though he was another of their group, peculiar indeed.
After a while of speaking with these strange people, I too started to feel "different"...yes different I am, I still feel the wrath of war through my veins, but not the same, no I don't want war on just anybody, I feel at war with myself.
I later awoke in a situation that I am still none to happy with, the bounty hunters had me locked in a cell like I was some sort of criminal, but they weren't bounty hunters, they didn't have the crest of the bounty hunters they didn't act like bounty hunters, they seemed all too interested in me, who ever they where, one of them is dead, no cell can hold me for too long, I've been in hand to hand combat enough times to understand how to get out of that situation.
I was in liberty somewhere, and whoever they where, they had some affiliation with liberty, but I'm long gone from that mess, and now I have found only one home that seems to take me in these days, with my ship destroyed, or lost, I have found a haven with the rogues, they don't ask me many questions, which is good because I have no answers.
All I know now is people are after me for something, may it be something to do with that strange place, or who I am I will never know but I do know one thing, whatever secret I hold is dangerous, and god do I miss my wife, and I worry they may have went after her, I must lay low the best I can, and pray they don't use her as a tool to get to me, she can deal with anything they throw at her, she's the best pilot I know.
-strange voice-
Everything will be OK soon, we will help you, we will guide you, we are you, we are one, things will be taken care of, trust us, trust you, trust only those we tell you to trust and everything will be OK.