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It happened when I was 15. Our family were pretty poor, even poorer than most of the rest of the people who lived on Denver. My father tried to support both my mother and I by his exploration. He used to travel all over Sirius looking for whatever he could find to sell so we could all eat. Sometimes he was away for months at a time. One time, we waited for almost a whole year without his return. We were convinced he was gone for good, perhaps killed those Outcasts people talked about in hushed tones. But one day, we saw the familiar shape of his battered starflier coming down to our abodes excuse for a landing pad. Naturally we rushed out to him, in disbelief. He was alive! But his ship was gravely damaged. It was a wonder that it had even survived the planetary descent, one wing was blown off and the hull was scorched all over. But he stepped out of the ship with a happy grin on his face. As it turned out, while travelling in some middle of nowhere system, (Sigma-13 I think it was), he had come across some kind of prototype weapon called an ONYX. He was ecstatic, realising he could sell it back to the liberty navy for tens of thousands. He put it in our safe (which was ironically probably our most valuable possession), with the intention of getting a shuttle to battleship Missouri the following morning.
What happened next still horrifies me to this day.
It was about 3:00 in the morning. I awoke suddenly to the sound of weapons fire and screams. I ran from my room just in time to see my father shot in the forehead, his now lifeless eyes rolling into the back of his head. They were LSF men. They saw me, my eyes wide with horror and fired at me. I was lucky. They only hit my leg, but even so, the pain caused me to black out. When came to, I saw my mother dead, my father dead, the safe empty. They had killed my family for no good reason. These people are given enormous power and authority, and all they can do is oppress those whom they profess to care? NO! I thought that there had to be a better way.
After the death of my parents, I took my fathers battered ship and sold the last of my possessions for some weapons. They were pathetically weak but they were all I could afford with my meagre savings. From then on I flew around Colarado, harassing small foreign shipping convoys. I grew to hate Liberty for ignoring their own citizens to gate their goods just a little bit cheaper. Their morals disgusted me. After a while, I had to admit to myself what I already knew. I hadnt achieved anything. I knew that I had to go where I could do some, good, change things for the good of Libertys people. I had to stand against the evil dictatorship that the government truly was. I considered the Liberty rogues. But from what Id seen, they were too concerned with being a menace than REALLY trying to change things. I realised the Xeno Alliance was exactly what I would looking for. They would be the TRUE bringers of change in the universe. I was one of them. I had to join.
Over and out, Anton.Slavik.
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// My discovery forum name is arcane (without the quotes). My original ingame character is of the same name, you can contact me there. Alternatively, my email address is adam-cassidy@hotmail.com
