I walked through the station. Noise was everywhere, busy people hustling to their ships or station jobs. Totally ignoring the 15 year old Rat below milling about them.
They call us Rats when you’re born on this ball of metal and have never been off it. How can one possibly know what the galaxy looks like when all I see are overpacked corridors and drink recycled water.
My friends were happy. They went to school, played, with dreams of becoming techs like their parents. You know, happy kids.
My parents are gone. They made a trip to Colonia when I was just 13 and never came back. Thargoids they told me, they never had a chance in their exploration ASPx.
It’s sits inside you. It builds like a cancer and takes over your very being. Revenge
While watching a Corvette return one day I noticed it had unusual battle scars. One of the techs told me later “That’s dem fuckin Goids with corrosive weapons”.
There it was, my destiny. 46 years later and here I am. Revenge is mine!