I am Adam, Commander of the HAF-C-Heraklion, a Praefect class Corsair cruiser. This ship holds many memories, happy memories.... But also sad memories...
But let is go back to the moment where my story begins...
*** 10 years ago on planet Manhattan ***
I was an average Libertonian, with an average family, having an average 16th birthday, my parents organized a suprise party for me, we all had fun, all my friends where there. At the end of the day my parents walked up to me, telling me they had some important news, that I was finally old enough to hear...
I.... am adopted??? I couldn't believe it... I wouldn't believe it... After a restless night I decided I needed to know who I really am... My foster dad brought me to the adoption center where they adopted me, It took them hours to find out who I was... But finally they found some files.
*** Opening file ***
Real name: unknown
Mother: unknown
Father: unknown
Faction: Outcast
*** closing file ***
I was stunned by this one word... me??? Born an Outcast... I couldn't believe it.... But how did I end up here?
It took me months of research, but I found out... My father appears to be an Outcast Fleet commander, my mother was an average citizen of Malta... 16 years ago, Malta was in control of a Riot, the citizens didn't take the high tax rate any longer, my mother was one of the protesters... she was 9 months pregnant when she, and many others where taken prisoner by the Outcast authorities.
During her time in prison she gave birth to me, the guards tried to take me away from her, but she refused to hand me over. A couple of days later the prisondoors opened and all prisoners where brought to a ship under armed guard....
A ship named the Honeybunch... it was... a slaveship... yes... the Outcast sold their own citizens as slaves! But my father... the Outcast fleet Commander, had other idea's... when the Honeybunch was about to leave Omicron Alpha, he ordered his fleet to take out the slaveship and her escorts... My mother managed to get me in an escape pod before the ship was destroyed...
I floated around for hours... finally I was picked up by a group of mercenaries, they brought me to Manhattan...
Knowing all these new facts, I wanted revenge on my father... I hooked up with a group of mercenaries, after months of training we set course to Omicron Alpha... haha... talking about loyalty... the moment we jumped to Omicron Alpha an Outcast patrol engaged us, the other mercenaries fled and left me behind to die...
Again I ended up floating through space in an escape pod... after 3 days I passed out.
When I woke up I looked in the eyes of a beautiful girl, brown eyes... white hair... I was to weak to speak... She told me I was aboard the HAF-C-Heraklion, a Corsair cruiser, they picked me up during a raid on Omicron Alpha. Her father was the commander of the ship.
10 years passed as I worked my way up from deckhand to first mate aboard the Heraklion, the commander was like a father I never had. He didn't care about my origins... he allways said "Don't let your fate guide your path... But guide your fate along your chosen path" ...
During a patrol in Omicron Eta we got ambushed, the Heraklion took a beating of her lifetime, personnel died or got wounded... as our commander... He was heavily wounded and needed aid immediatly. We managed to escape back to Crete, but for the Commander it was to late. He died of his injuries... It hurts me... tears where rolling down my face... unlike his daughter Eva... she showed no emotion... Sometimes I think she doesn't have emotions... She is Cold as Ice...
Yet, before he died, the commander managed to say one last thing.... "Adam.... ouch... take care of my ship ... aargh... watch over my daughter..."
Since that day, I, Adam, am the commander of the HAF-C-Heraklion. I promoted Eva to my Lieutenant and together we command this ship through every battle.