Honestly? I thought the Xenos were a bunch of thugs from what I heard on the media. Always mixed up a Xeno and a Rogue. Never heard or seen one of your boys until I ran into one lately on Los Angeles, who guided me to Fontana to show the movement. Turns out you guys hate the Corpos' and the fuckin' pigs as much as I do.


My past? Meh. Kind of a blur since my fuck up with one of my 'cocktail gifts' I was setting up for those cronies on L.A.

Grew up on Denver for the most part - caused my fair part of trouble of pissing with the authorities in my childhood. Wanted to get back at them for shoving innocent people around, taking my shit, taking my home, taking my fucking dog, corrupt bastards. Especially those fuckin' corporate ass wipes that treat people like some kind of profit churning machine. Fuck them.

So I, uh, sort of became some kinda Robin Hood with my mischief, especially when my family moved to L.A. Robbing Corpo n' Government depots with the boys to give out to the poor folk.

Got a little too far ahead with myself and my pyromaniac hobbies in getting some payback for my friend getting their life ruined by the pigs in uniform... I got caught when knocked out in the blast.

Gave myself one hell of a bash to the head. Spent a good few years in the wall. Ended up tossed into the slog on Pittsburgh to pay off some debts. Got back to L.A. Lost everyone I cared for. Arrested. Gone under. Hooked to that Cardamine trash. Or living somewhere in a slum. Couldn't keep up with the rent either myself despite juggling between two jobs so I was about to be booted out.

Barely had time to myself, was either fighting off those orange crooks who pick on the neighbourhood folk or getting what lil' sleep I could. My final cord snapped after the Police arrested the goddamn neighourhood rather than the attacking crackheads.

Was in the middle of planning another firework as a final fuck you to the suits who refused to do anything about the problems, when your buddy told me about the movement at the bar. Told me there were other repressed individuals like myself who'd appreciate my little fire tricks, that there's a better way to life than being a borderline mad dog barking out with my explosives.

... Why do I wanna join? I want to get back at those cunts. They took my chance at life away, they took others freedom with their rampant nepotism. For fuck sakes, they let those orange pricks run wild and they don't give a flying fuck. They're fucking everyone over.

You know what? I'm very good at making fireworks and other assortments of sparkling tricks. These assholes wanna act like they're a shining star that everyone should worship? I'll make them shine like one when I shove my goddamn firework up their ass.

l also like tinkering with weapons. but don't expect me to fly well, I'm a shit pilot. Been a few years since I hijacked a ship from the suits and I even decked that one. Maybe I can help out here and there with my tricks on ground.