Orden the orphen

[Amon.Cire]

My name is Orden. When I was young I grew up impoverished on the outer rim, my mother an outcast and my father a rouge. We moved around in our ship from base to base never having a home. Father would tell me to stay in the cargo bay they had set up as a bedroom much of the time during trips. Even though I was young I could hear the chatter on the comm. and I knew that my parents were pirating so they could say afford maintenance on the ship and feed us. One day I was asleep in the back of the ship, my parents in the cockpit, when the vessel lurched so hard I was thrown to the ceiling from the impact. My arm twisted in on an awkward angle pain shooting though my whole body I felt like I couldn't breath. My mother comes running into the back, the ship shaking violently, working as hard as she can to get to me barely able to move two feet before falling from the tremors. Gasping when she saw my arm she quickly grabs me and struggles to get me into the front of the ship. My father is yelling at the controls, "the shield batteries are gone! I can't out maneuver them much longer!" Hearing this my mother gets a frantic look on her face and moves with all her strength carrying me in the direction of the only ejector pod on the ship. Kissing me on the forehead tears in her eyes she seals the capsule with me in it. The pod being nearly sound proof it was like watching a silent film of my father using every tick he knew to get away from whoever was chasing us. My mother strapping herself into the co-pilot seat never stopped just staring at me tears streaming down her face. Whether she said "I love you" or just mouthed it I will never know as the ships systems went critical and I was launched into space. Thats when I saw what had ended my world, an LSF cruiser five times the size of our ship loomed in the distance and fired two more shots which ripped through the hull of my parents ship in a huge explosion, obliterating it into near dust like debris. I was left there... floating in space... crying so hard I couldn't even see. After days of drifting I feel a lurch and a low humming noise as my pod was being pulled. With a strong thud and then the loud "swissssshhhh" sound of a seal breaking the pod front opened and standing there was an outcast a look of shear concern on his face when he saw my damaged arm. He took me back to Planet Malta where I spent the remainder of my years. Working hard to earn money through various means. I now wish to be granted the right to fly a Destroyer class vessel so that I may protect those like my mother and father from being severely out gunned by the Lawfuls. Through this commission I will be the angel of mercy for those who must be protected and death for those who wish to inflict it.

Orden, signing off.

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