Nickoli lands his Odin in the bay, wondering who will meet him on his way to the Commissar's office. He had searched long and fought through many cannibal and police patrols to get here. He would not accept being turned away.
He had fought. He had fought long, he had fought hard. Against all enemies. All odds. In Sirius, nothing was free. You had to take what you needed, from who you needed to take it from. Being born to a Hessian family, he was destined to fight the Capitalists. He had chased Bounty Hunters through the stars who would have had his head for some credits, just as he had plundered Synth and Cryer transports just for the food and medical supplies for his family. Life was hard.
He fell in love with a woman, as many do. They fell in together. In fact, they were married on Hamburg, much to his family's chagrin. She was a corporate worker. He was basically a pirate, living on contracts and the trade lanes. But two lovers cannot be stopped. They escaped together to the Luxury Liner Hawaii, and enjoyed a very...productive..honeymoon. She bore him a child. A son. They were overjoyed. But some things aren't meant to last. On their way back to Frankfurt, where his family lived, they were stopped by Bounty Hunters. Apparently, some corporation had put a bounty on his head for pirating. They were in a civilian shuttle, and he could not fight the hunters. He watched, helpless, as his son and wife slowly floated away in an escape pod, as the hunters laughed at his dismay. He was imprisoned for years, for supporting himself. His family. His wife. His newborn son. And it was all taken away so easily.
There is a saying, I think, from old earth, that you Coalition might appreciate...
"Take away a man's son, and you have truly given him nothing left to lose."
Now, he needs to make the feeling mutual. Revenge...while fighting for a cause against the Houses? This is why he came here. And why he would either leave satisfied, or dead.
Nickoli entered the office unhindered, sober, and patient. He went to the desk, and told them his name and his previous occupation: Father. He took a seat. He would wait to be called. He had waited a long, long time for this opportunity, and he would not waste it.
I like writing, space, and fantasy. Thanks for the community to do it in guys.
