How should I start... I don't know. It's all so chaotic, hard to explain... Even harder to understand.
A few years back, when Liberty was glowing in it's full grace, my father met a woman. A woman from New Tokyo. Back then, things were doing fine, until the day I was born. First off, I was born with a rare illness. An illness that lives within me and will one day pull the grave above my head... As it's diagnosed, I won't live longer than 30... maybe 35 years. It's called, Dyconu Ceveristen... Or the Choker. What it is? You don't want to know. But! Here comes the best part...
My mother decided to grab on what was our family savings in credits, the money my father earned through years of hard work and decided to leave us to starve to death. What a friendly Kusari approach to life. Leave your ill child behind and even take away the money so she can't even afford any possible treatment.
Dad slowly managed to stand back on feet and get some work, but it did not take long that he got fired due to the foreigners taking over his place. Life went worse. Struggling for food, and eventually led to my fathers death. He's gone, well... people say he's just gone but I know he's dead. The only thing that was left for him was to go and try to do bounty missions. He was not trained for that! He... he was an honest, hard working worker at a factory.
I was left alone when I was twelve. Well, not alone... but alone in a way. My dad's sister took me in but not for long. The illness seemed to flow in the female line of the family... Eventually, she died herself. People were either bastards, cheaters around me... Or were dying around me. Not the childhood of my dreams, but I got through it.
From the things I inherited after my father and his sister, I managed to scavenge together a small ship and some equipment and started working with my age of seventeen. I lied that I was older... I looked way older thou. It was not easy.
Recently, I've heard of the Xenos Alliance. First, I thought it's just another type of a piracy movement but then I understood what it actually is and realized it's the place I want to belong. I know... I'm partially kusari, but I am not one in my mind, my will or soul. I did not choose to carry this blood. I want to prove myself!
Who knows... 10 years of my time left. A lot of time. I might die until then? Or I find a cure? Either way... I want to show the wrath of Liberty towards those not respecting it.
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"Exploration is really the essence of the human spirit."
