Once I belonged...
Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 2:34 am
I'm posting in here because I'm not sure many of you remember who I am/was. It's been over a year since I even posted in these very forums. But here's the story of how I have come to be.
When I last was alive and flying around VOID space, I had a good soul. I had a brave soul. I was part of a great Alliance! Hunting down the lawless pilots of the vast emptiness of Sirius was my hobby. I knew no fear that would prevent me from doing what I loved. That was until I came across a great gathering of pirates and rogues. I fought valantly, but to no availe. I tried to run, but was still out-manned and out-gunned. I took a shot to my engines. I suddenly had no control of my ship. I was left vulnerable, weak, and drifting toward the brightest star I ahve ever seen. All I could do was wait to see the end of my life.
Recently, I found myself awaking on a lone island in the middle of a great lavafield. Not knowing how or why I was here, I did not know how to survive. Luckily, some explorers came by. They found me nearly dead. I took refuge with them as they were headed back to civilization. When out of no where, a horrible force emerged from the blackness of space. No one knew who or what this force was. But their strength was undeniable. They ripped through our convoy of freighters and scout ships. There was much panic and confusion. That is when I blacked out.
When I awoke, I found myself enslaved as a prisoner on an unnamed Molly outpost. They didn't tell me much about how I came to be where i was at. All I was told was that I was thier slave and that I was sold to them by the most unlikely of suitors. I came with a hefty price, as I was told I was one of the most wanted men in the mind of the Molly's. What did I do to these people?
I was beated. I was berated. It was a horrible existance to live like this. All I knew was that I had to find a way to get out of there and on my own. After trying to find a way to escape for nearly a year, I finally saw my opportunity. I had worked my way into a position of cleaning up after those disgusting masters of mine, when they returned from whatever they were doing in space. I had to clean out the entire ship and get it ready for thier next mission. One day, I found myself alone in a hangar with no one watching me. Which was unusual, since I always had 2 people watching me. So I saw this as my opportunity to escape. I jumped into the pilot's seat and took off.
As soon as I left the hangar, I had multiple Molly ships after me. The only chance I believed I had was to head to the nearest meteor field and lose them in there. Luckily, I was able to lose them in that meteor field and found a nice planet to ditch my stolen ship on. I've been hiding out there for 3 months. I'm now ready to find another ship and go in search of whoever or whatever sold me to the Molly's.
I won't tell of what planet I'm on. Only know this, I am around. I will find who was responsible. They will suffer, just as I have! For now, I'm laying low. But soon, I'll be back in space and hunting down those who deserve to be extinguished. My resolve is stronger then ever. I will win!
When I last was alive and flying around VOID space, I had a good soul. I had a brave soul. I was part of a great Alliance! Hunting down the lawless pilots of the vast emptiness of Sirius was my hobby. I knew no fear that would prevent me from doing what I loved. That was until I came across a great gathering of pirates and rogues. I fought valantly, but to no availe. I tried to run, but was still out-manned and out-gunned. I took a shot to my engines. I suddenly had no control of my ship. I was left vulnerable, weak, and drifting toward the brightest star I ahve ever seen. All I could do was wait to see the end of my life.
Recently, I found myself awaking on a lone island in the middle of a great lavafield. Not knowing how or why I was here, I did not know how to survive. Luckily, some explorers came by. They found me nearly dead. I took refuge with them as they were headed back to civilization. When out of no where, a horrible force emerged from the blackness of space. No one knew who or what this force was. But their strength was undeniable. They ripped through our convoy of freighters and scout ships. There was much panic and confusion. That is when I blacked out.
When I awoke, I found myself enslaved as a prisoner on an unnamed Molly outpost. They didn't tell me much about how I came to be where i was at. All I was told was that I was thier slave and that I was sold to them by the most unlikely of suitors. I came with a hefty price, as I was told I was one of the most wanted men in the mind of the Molly's. What did I do to these people?
I was beated. I was berated. It was a horrible existance to live like this. All I knew was that I had to find a way to get out of there and on my own. After trying to find a way to escape for nearly a year, I finally saw my opportunity. I had worked my way into a position of cleaning up after those disgusting masters of mine, when they returned from whatever they were doing in space. I had to clean out the entire ship and get it ready for thier next mission. One day, I found myself alone in a hangar with no one watching me. Which was unusual, since I always had 2 people watching me. So I saw this as my opportunity to escape. I jumped into the pilot's seat and took off.
As soon as I left the hangar, I had multiple Molly ships after me. The only chance I believed I had was to head to the nearest meteor field and lose them in there. Luckily, I was able to lose them in that meteor field and found a nice planet to ditch my stolen ship on. I've been hiding out there for 3 months. I'm now ready to find another ship and go in search of whoever or whatever sold me to the Molly's.
I won't tell of what planet I'm on. Only know this, I am around. I will find who was responsible. They will suffer, just as I have! For now, I'm laying low. But soon, I'll be back in space and hunting down those who deserve to be extinguished. My resolve is stronger then ever. I will win!
