BHG| recruitment

[Evo]

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--CommID: Grace Havinworth--
-Ship Details: Standard Issue AP-18100 "Manta" Bounty Hunter Very Heavy Fighter, readily available standard issue AP-12400 Bounty Hunter Bomber with slight customizations, such as choked barrels for the antimatter cannon as to get a smaller and slightly more focused projectile

Criminals killed my mother, my father, my grandpa, my sister, and flushed my goldfish down the toilet and now I want to kill everything.

Hm.. Where should I start? Ah, em. Never good with these things. Right, uh. I was born somewhere in Rheinland space, not on a fancy planet or anything like that along with my twin brother. We grew up doing pretty much everything together. Wherever I was, he was soon to follow. It was really rare to not see us together, but that was back then. Now.. I don't really know what happened. I guess he got tired of people seeing us as just a single person instead of two individuals. Or he's just a jerk. Either one.

Hm, what else? Oh, probably how I got into this. Hell, this is fuzzy. Uh, well, **Sighs heavily** I guess I got into this sort of this thing because I just had nothing better to do, if that makes any sense. While everyone else was choosing what they wanted to go to college for and making plans, I just really couldn't be bothered. I don't see the worth in it at all. Why throw away so many years of your life learning things you're just going to forget? It's not like piloting. Piloting you just.. never quite forget. I think it's called muscle memory or something? Anyway. I just feel at home in ships, it's like my hands just naturally know what to do without me having to tell them. It feels nice, I guess.

I could never be one of those fancy, uptight mercantile ship pilots or a slave to a corporation. I despise big corporations, everything loses individuality there. It's just a huge clump of people doing whatever without any depth. It bores and repulses me. I don't quite have the heart for petty thievery or piracy, either. I wouldn't call it a moral or ethical code, just.. I think I'm far ahead of the pathetic people that need to make their living off others scraps.

This might be weird, but I remember the first time I killed something, even though it was just an insect. Harmless little spider, but it filled with me.. Clarity? Something like that. Just to know that whatever ones purpose might be in this world, you can still have the power to change the world around you. In a moment, I did just so. Sapped the life force from that spider, and squished it into a little pile. It felt.. good.

Signed,

Grace Havinworth

Message End -- Original Draft from 5KYP3 Protocol -- thatthirdguy.. AKA Darius "Evo" Blackwater

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