**Incomming Transmission**
**Transmission targeted: Designation: Edward Cullen Reapers of Sirius**
**Encryption Level: Basic**
**Sender: Illest**
My life story is not one of special importance I am a humble man but if you so desire to better understand my reasoning I shall oblige.
My first real memories are of the Maltese orphanage.
The workers were kind, they treated me well.
When I was around Seven I was adopted into a middle classed family.
My adopted father was a cruel man who beat me when I miss behaved, I recall I tried many times to run away.
My 'mother' was a gentle lady who would often attempt to stop his angry out busts.
One afternoon I had been doing my chores when a cannister of water fell from a shelf, It split the retaining cap and the water spilled out upon the floor.
My mother heard the noise and hurried in to help me clear the mess before my adopted father noticed.
He came into the room and saw the wet floor and flew into a wild rage.
My mother knowing that I would be beaten began to explain that it was her who had spilt the water. As he raised his hand to hit her across the face I jumped in front of him.
He was much bigger than me I was only in my early teens by then.
I looked the man straight in the face and with every ounce of my courage I spoke
'Sir if you strike this woman I will end you' 'I split the canister not her'.
I awoke 3 days later in a hospital bed my jaw had been broken and I was told by the nurse I was lucky to be alive.
The doctors were surprised by how fast I healed, it wasn't long before I could speak again.
I decided that place was no longer home for me.
As I was due to be discharged I made my final escape.
I made my way to the hospital loading bays and hid myself away in a cargo crate.
Some time later the crate began to shake and move around me I now know it was being loaded aboard a ship.
The Vasquez
The crate shook more violently now it seemed to go on forever then the shaking stopped and I fell asleep.
I awoke with a start I had been discovered, I was taken by a burly man to see the captain.
'What have we here then' The captain proclaimed as I was brought before him,
'We found him stowed away with the medical supplies cap' the burly man replied.
And the captain didn't say anything for a long time, but he looked at me from head to foot, and he looked very fierce and stern, I remember feeling very uncomfortable in those few minutes.
And then he spoke "Who are you, and where did you come from?" asked the Captain,
"Give an account of yourself."
As I recounted my tale to the captain he smiled although he did not mean to then he interrupted me
'Well I aint turning around now' 'Can you work?'
His words were like music to my ears and I let out my breath as I replied that I would do any job that he set for me as best as I could.
Then a dire look came over the Captains face,'Boy you are going to become sick, you are going to become sick and you are probably going to die' 'We don't carry Cardimine'
'Cap' interrupted the burly man 'I have spare.'
'So be it then teach the lad to work and I'll make my mind up at the next dock' replied the captain
So it began my work as a trader but I never did become sick and the burly man called Rolph never did have to share his Cardamine with me.
I Spent eight years with the crew of the Vasquez up until my early twenties it was a close bond that I had with those men and Ron (The captain) was more of a father to me than anyone ever had been or would be again.
The Vasquez was destroyed by a Corsiar gunboat whilst hauling supplies to Malta.
The rest of the survivors and I were picked up by Maltese warship.
Ron never made it.
I was 22 I had just lost my home, my job, some of best men I ever knew and the man who was like my father.
I was full of anger, all I wanted was revenge.
I enlisted in the Maltese Navy and began a career as a fighter pilot.
As I progressed through the ranks I learned more and more about the war I found my principles were being questioned daily why were we even fighting?
My anger had long since passed and many had died at my hand, I struggled with my conscience for quite some time until one day I approached my commanding officer with my concerns.
The conversion ended with me resigning my commission as I told him I could no longer be a party to an unjust war.
After much soul searching and after hearing a rumour of brave men fighting for peace I made my communication to the Reapers of Sirius.
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