"I do not know much about my Grandmother. My parents rarely talked about her. When my mother died, my father called me to his office. He was a high ranking officer in the Rheinland military, grey hair, his face old, dry, like an old rusty sword hammered on the anvil of life. Those were his last days in office. He was going to die, too much stress, too many days in battle. His health was bad and the command knew that.
He told me about her then. My heritage. My only link to the family I had left.
She was a Corsair fighter pilot in her twenties. On a reconnaissance mission to Bretonia they attacked a huge convoy of Outcast slavers. But in the end their squadron was defeated and her lifepod ended up in their cargo hold. It must have been a month later they awakened her from stasis, staring into the alkaline deserts of Planet Houston in Texas. She worked there for months scraping up phosphates for fertilizers.
Like so often her slaves got word that the Liberty police was growing suspicious yet again and to save ressources they hired Bounty Hunters to get rid of the slaves that would tarnish Liberty's image. That only meant they were stashed away yet again and shippe off to the Junkers who would bring them to the Outcast home system to work on their Cardamine fields till they dropped dead.
When they arrived on Beaumont Base to get a bigger transport she stole a Junker ship and fled to Rheinland where she disappeared. The rest is history.
My father wasn't crying when I left, he knew I'd find my way home....the other home. He was not keen on me seeing him slowly dying away like a withered tree. He had pride. And I wanted to remember him as he was.
The Junkers in Beaumont told me to go to Omega-15. There is supposed to be another base. They said maybe there I can find out where I can get home. I am going home, grandma....I will make you proud."
