Story/Biography: I am originally from Cali, my parents were maltese aces who were stationed there 1 year before I was born in 803 AS, as part of their veteran fighter wings. Growing up, my parents spoiled and sheltered me, their only son, and uncommon for outcast practices chose to prevent me from following basic training knowing full well the horrors of open space. This in turn, looking back at things, molded me as an even-tempered softie, with no real ambitions or loyalty for our people, only looking to live my life for sake of living, with no greater meaning or dream ... until that day, that fatal day. I couldnt, or maybe subconsciously I dont want to remember when it was, but that day, the Corsairs armada breached Eta minefield and assailed our home system, veteran squads from Cali were immediately scrambled to help in the defense. They were successful in repelling the attackers but my parents didnt return, so I had to go find them, they were everything to me at the time. I took a returning cardamine shipping hauler to Malta, a place I never thought I'll need to see, to check on their trail. On the way there we took a detour on Freeport 10 where, to my surprise, at the station bar there sit the 4 out of the 9 veteran aces sent from home-base. Upon a hasty inquiry, I was left with the ghastly news of their death, and not just that, a dishonorable one, they were took prisoners, and every outcast knows the fate of a Cretan cannibal's prisoner. To add salt to the injury, because of their wing's failure, a small corsair squad managed to launch sparse orbital bombardments on Malta, killing hundreds of citizens and thousands of slaves planet-side.
Weak, powerless to do anything, nothing to gain, nothing to lose, numb, I resumed my journey to Malta for there was nothing else meaningful to do.
Fear, anger, hatred, upon setting foot on the orange grassy plains there I have felt it, an eerie presence in the air I breathed, it was the far more majestic than the regular cardamine cartridges we received on Cali , it brought focus, purpose to my mind and burned away any remnant of weakness within me... Yes..I can see it now, I can see the future of this sector, a sector ruled by us, the Outcasts, the divine calls, our Orange dream will be their end.
To this end, fate was on my side this time, with the recent surge in cardamine prices and my connections on Cali to distribute it to Liberty, I have acquired a hefty fortune in very little time, which I have not hesitated to spend on the most powerful capital arsenal our engineers built so far, together with many personnel to help me in my now-awakened purpose. ...They should've done more, in their weakness, they failed to carry out their sworn duty. I will succeed where they have failed, I will defend Malta when the time comes and nothing in this universe will stop me. If our enemies choose to push us, we will blow them into the void the of the space.
Now, commanding the Ranseur class - Phalanx, I can finally put my meek past behind, through struggle and the divine I will defy death, I will accomplish my dream of a safe homeland for all outcasts; and correct the failure of my parents, in raising me and in failing their duty.
Why do you want to join us?: I've been to many battles against the corsairs with the MHS so far, some of your members not only advised me in capital ship commandeering and coming to assist me when needed, but cordially invited to the HS embassy to make an official application.
What does Cardamine mean to you?: The embodiment of the divine of Malta.
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