"Ah, son. Your mission was a long and demanding one, but now it's at an end."
Disgusted, Mani lingered inside the Sabre's cockpit. The old man. That voice. He recognized it from memories of hatred, loneliness and suffering.
"Come, come. You are a hero. The effort we have put into raising you has finally paid off. All the information youve managed to pass on to us... A whole flight group of theirs caught unaware."
Mani lowered his head to remove the helmet and as he looked back up, a gun was pointed to his face.
"Unfortunately, we did too good a job turning you into an Outcast. You look too much like one of them to be a Corsair hero. I'm sure you will be properly rewarded in the afterlife."