While growing up i did not care much for any kind of resistance movements, my views started changing following the War With Gallia. I come from a large family that was barely eeking out a living on the frontier, with Mama taking care of us children while Popa worked for the mines of Planet Pittsburgh. As my brothers came of age, they joined the navy and I was intending on doing the same, but was talked out of it by my family so i could continue to help work our frontier farm instead. During the war with Gallia however, the destroyer my brothers were both serving aboard was heavily damaged during the counter assault against the Gallics..... And both my brothers were in the section that was hit... neither made it... This was a blow to the family as I was now the sole male heir. Planetary goverment never sent any notice of their deaths, it's only when their ship's CO forwarded an apology letter to my parents that we learned of their deaths, some 6 months after the end of the Conflict. Soon after that, my father was killed when the section of the mine he was in exploded. We never got any of his company life insurance as the company claimed this was a freak unpredictable accident and therefore was not covered by said insurance.
At this point all that remained was my mother, two twin sisters and myself. With no more income outside of mine our farm, remaining debt became overwhelming due to ever increasing interest and we were forced to sell off our primary way of feeding ourselves. I was working the mines too now, as this was the only option that payed enough for me to be able to sustain our tiny 2 bedroom Apartment and still have enough credits to afford higher education for the twins (both 17 at this time). One night about a year ago, however, my sisters decided to go have a good time in the bars and as might ensue they ended up going to a motel for some "adult activities" with two guys they met there.... The next morning, my mother got a message informing us they had been found dead in the motel... My mother and I were devastated. I found out over the next three months that the two men who entered that Motel with my sisters were infact an LPI officer and a random Freelancer buddy of his... When the "official" report came in, it was labeled as legitimate defence by the officer and "Freelancer". My mother and I both nee this was impossible, my sisters were far too kind to do such and were about 100 lbs smaller then the men they "assaulted". At around this time, the mine I was working at shut down with no notice, and my mother jumped from the roof of the building we lived in...
All I had now was myself. Government has failed me, police have failed me and rogues have started running rampant in the city. I tried to drown my sorrows in bar, only to stumble on the "Freelancer" that had murdered my sisters. Motherf**ker was a Rogue all along! I followed him quietly out the bar to his ship, an Insurgency VHF and proceded to stab him in the neck, take his keys and take to the skies myself. I have no one left. It is only me and this fighter I now "own". I've been flying solo since, called an independent criminal. I thought about joining the rogues but threw that out when i learned the officer who also killed my sisters left LPI to join em. LPI did nothing to stop him, they even covered his crime! This gov' is rotten to it's core, and can't even take care of the criminal problem on their back door! Our liberty needs to be cleansed of the rich f**ks that rot the top of it's pyramid and removed from outside influences that constantly steal our jobs!
