Origins of the Mantarok

[Vorandril]

He only went by Vorandril nowadays. It was a legal name now and with the proper application of credits the legal system in Liberty conveniently forgot there had ever been a... Well that name didn't matter any more.

The man was an odd sort. Black trenchcoat. Black Fedora. Leather gloves, black slacks, a red dress shirt, and a black tie. He'd purchased the callsign just an hour before and now over any communication band he'd be flying as GW2. The Mantarok.

The Dromedary he owned and was staring at was a sorry thing. A reliable ship for sure, but he had reservations about using his prized name for -this- ship of all things. It was a small sacrifice since he was more pleased over actually having the name himself.

The following is the on-ship log of the pilot Vorandril, an ongoing biography.

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Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.