Perspective

[Meiun]

Liberty:
So, my father died during a KNF raid in Sigma-13. I was 11 when we got the visit from two staunch military guys informing my mother of the incident. I gave up childhood that day. My walks alone through the woods and around the village were more solitary than one could imagine. In my head thoughts of vengeance and despair waged battle, and my struggle to adulthood could only take one path.

Freedom; a celebrated and often controversial topic. I found my freedom as a pilot, in soaring above the world, almost beyond it. Cares drifted away as quickly as I could kick in the afterburners. It seemed as though I was born to fly, although I hear most pilots say the same.

After a 6 year commission with the KNF, and several battles with them over my right to depart, I had my own commercial license, and began trading throughout Kusari occupied territory. A stint as a racer, a few years as a bounty hunter, and some good times as a hired gun (system bouncer) have led me to here... back on the trade routes.

I've now ventured far beyond most native Kusari folks, and have seen great and wonderful things across this galaxy. I am free. I am Zoner.

I find myself these days flying through the area where I know my father's ship was blown apart. There's a quiet stillness right there... something peculiar about the point. It's as if a warning and a beckoning are inter-mingled.

A warning to flee this life of space flight; to find a home and settle down, else I face the cost of the great unknowns that sharply increase in severity as one becomes more distant from a base or planet. And yet, there is the beckoning, the defiant voice of exploration. I WILL go! Perhaps this is the reservation and ambition of every pilot who dares escape an atmosphere.

But Liberty calls to us. Liberty draws us up, and outward to the unknown, the unexplored, and freedom is found in the arms of an open universe, awaiting the return of her children.

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Perspective||DSV-Dauntless||Apocolypse||Razalgul||Joe.Smith