I spent 18 years married to the woman of my dreams and 15 years doing a job I loved. I had worked my way from nothing to King in the Imperial Navy during those 15 years. My wife, Lois, followed me all over the galaxy as I chased one rank after another. That all came crashing down when I received the news that my wife and son, Ricky, had both died in a 'tragic' accident when their ship crashed into an Imperial ship operated by a renegade band of slaves that had stolen it and had no idea how to fly it inside a crowded space station. When I arrived at the station a day later, the devastation to the station was staggering. I was ready to kill any slave that might have survived. That was until I saw that the stolen ship was operated entirely by children; children who had been so frightened of the Empire that they preferred to risk death to living as slaves another day. I resigned my commission as fast as possible. I would never again support the Empire.