Furious Angels

[Leo]

I remember my father always telling me, "Evan, you're destined for great things. You will be a great pilot some day." I became a great pilot just like he wanted, but not in the capacity that he hoped for.

I was born into a home where my mother was a nurse and my father a fighter jock in the Bretonian Navy. When the war broke out with Kusari, my father was the first shipped off to the front lines, along with my mother for triage when the men and women were injured in battles with the evil serpent to our "North". Things heated up and before I knew it, my father was coming home. He was injured in battle defending one of the battleships my mother was on. The battleship was captured by Kusari military and my father'€™s ship was almost completely destroyed.

He limped back on hardly any oxygen in his ship or suit and with almost no engines to propel him. He was discovered just outside the Tau-31>Leeds gate on the other side. They told me that he would survive and that they would never give up searching for the bastards who took my mother...I was twelve years old. I remember everything clearly when my father woke up in a rage, throwing everything he could get his hands on. I was next to the bed when he reached for me to throw me. He stopped and sobbed, holding me close to his chest.

"I'll get those bastards, Evan. I'll get your mother back..." He escaped from the hospital days later, stole a fighter from the flight deck on Leeds and took off. No one ever heard from him again the day after he took off. I presumed he died trying to find my mother, died trying to save her from whatever those bastards were doing to her. I couldn't fault him for leaving me behind...he wanted me to be safe. To take the risk himself...but now I was without a mother and father...something he thought through? Probably not...he was mad with grief.

The Bretonian government did nothing to search for him. They claimed him a mad man and a heretic...they even went as far as placing a bounty on his head for stealing from the government. They were mad, raving mad. He defended his country with his life, and when the enemy took what meant most to him...he sought them out. Punished for that? Insane.

I won't bore you any further with the triviality of my past. All I will say is I am now twenty years old...running from the law for smuggling and crimes against the crown. Do I care? Not really. They all pale in comparison to the skill set my father once had behind the controls...with the skills I possess also. Guess it's bred into us Williams fighters, huh?

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I drank from my canteen on the small station of Mactan as my ship was being loaded with cardamine to be delivered to my customers on New Berlin. It wasn't that high of a profit, true, but it screwed up the local populace and government that I despised so much. The monitor in the bar was displaying the current bounties and market prices for contraband.

"In other news, the bounty on Evan Williams has increased from a mere ten-million credits, up twenty times that amount to Two-Hundred-Million, backed by the Britonian government wishing for his capture. Evan Williams is a noted smuggler that frequents Magellan, Leeds, and New London. Anyone wishing to claim this bounty only needs to use their gun-cam footage as evidence. Now it's time for our market rate segment of our show..."

I stopped listening to the broadcast and stood up placing the empty canteen down on the bar.

"Thanks Hal." I said and turned to leave.

This whole redundant nature was starting to get the best of me. With all the Bounty Hunters that side of Sirius looking for me, I decided it was time I altered course and flew into Liberty for some investments. I'd make even less than I would in Bretonia, but better save my skin the trouble of dodging hunters. Besides, it'd been a while since I was in Liberty...almost three years in fact, time to see what has changed.

I checked inventory, signed the checklist and handed it over to the staff on the deck. They nodded and walked away as the door sealed behind me. I checked the restraints on my fighter at the back of the transport, ensuring it wouldn't be damaged in the event that I had to make hasty maneuvers and returned to the cockpit to take off from Mactan. I sighed and activated the thrusters to lift off.

"Liberty, here I come." I said as the airlock doors opened.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.

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