Out of the blue into the black. Antonio "Vilkas" Devivar

[... kur nubėgo?]

'All, but lost' - he thought to himself and poured the drink down his troat.

6 foot 7 beast of a man sat in the corner getting himself drunk again. Buzz that cardamine used to induce was long gone, threfor he resorted to most simplest ways.

It's been months he haven't left the Luxury Liner Hawaii. But soon staff learned to use him well. As an old war veteran who's stories continued to fascinate tourists from house space. While his appearence was of dangeruose brute it only added up to general appeal causing thrills to those who are daring to talk with him.

This time was like any other. Some book writer from Liberty was sitting with him at the same table and talking about life in border and edge worlds. As with someone who saw both sides out outcast and corsair conflict.

'And that's how I end up getting myself exiled' - he continued - 'pride, feeling that supposed to give strenght becomes ones undoing if misplaced. Pride in blood and flesh rather than something you've achieved yourself. Useless nonsense ! It's what you have now with current corsairs. It's their downfall. Playing politics, aristorcrats of pure bloodlines of the familias while influence in the borders for which they should be greatful to us are being lost. So called "Empire" who are more than glad to throw away it's own soldiers to the dogs at the glimpse of fear or a chance to become more like them. Those aristocrats prostituted our ways to become more like you'

Young writer got intimitaded by the changed tone of the old Corsair as he leand towards him. He started to doubt his decision to have a personal chat with him, but soon curiosity won. And he continued to sit in his place waiting for more, while Antonio had one more mouthful of rum.

'It's they who betrayed me. Exiled me and sent hunters down my path. But we, Corsairs are good at surviving. Sometimes no matter the cost or the odds. Even if it means killing your own supposed kin. And that's why I ended up between elite ranks of the Outcast [101st] Guard. But well... that's new chapter of the story.' - he kept on talkin while his attention was caught up by seemingly recognizable figure at the bar table - '...and you'll have to buy another drink for the old man if you want to hear it.'

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