I was born to a business family in the Alliance. Nothing exciting, but my father was an executive in an important advertising agency. That ad agency was responsible for the products that furthered the Alliance’s propaganda machine. My father was paid very well for his part in it and my mother supported him. He wanted me to follow him in his “patriotic” footsteps and take my place in the industrial propaganda machine to serve the Alliance.

But that didn’t interest me.

No, you see, even from a young child I loved power. Even more so was the freedom to use said power to whatever ends I wished. Although my family was wealthy, I did not have a note of power until I proved myself. But I did. I wasn’t the strongest, or the fastest, but I learned how to get under people’s skin and make them think what I wanted them to think. You see, I understand base humanity, and it’s not as pretty as you’d like it to be.

Anyway, so I studied the military force that the Alliance had. I mean you’d think they wouldn’t be of much significance, given their outwardly passive reputation. But let me assure you, they DO! And they have a pretty efficient covert unit too. So I learned, and listened to everyone in the business when I wasn’t attending my lessons.

As a teen, I traveled to the more seedy places on my world, learning the struggles of the low and downtrodden. I also picked up on how the crime in the area worked. From simple muggings to the more complicated manipulation of human cattle. I loathed the people who didn’t have the money to buy their freedom, but I admired their drive to take what they wanted- when they wanted.

A trait that I adopted for my own, naturally.

Of course, my weak father disapproved of my choices in life. When I came back from a short trip to the Lave he became violent with his anger, called me all manner of horrible things (most of which honestly gave me ideas for later… activities), and beat me senseless. My mother just stood there, glaring at me as if I was some horrible, disgusting abomination. Thus, my father ordered his security detail to throw me out of the home without so much of a protest from the cunt who birthed me.

That’s okay… things happen. But, I couldn’t help it if I was a little absolutely livid.

But we’ll get back at them later.

So I went back to the slums, and hustled like my life depended on it. Mostly because it did, but that’s a fun story for another day. Eventually I saved enough to enter the Pilot’s Federation and get my space-license. I mean, if I want to make mass amounts of money in a very short time, I had better be a pilot and fly out there in the vast black!

I started with short trading routes, but I grew bored and smuggled various drugs around the Federation. Why? To free people’s minds of course! Pfffft, ha ha ha ha! No, it was to antagonize the cops, because fuck the police! Ha ha ha!

As always, all good things must come to an end. I ran my mouth in this shithole of a bar, around some undercover Federal Secret Service. Boy, were they pissed.

And BEFORE you say anything, no, I’m not saying “I’m the toughest guy in the galaxy, hur hur hur”. Okay? So fuck you. I got my ass SERVED.

Bastards were good. Really good. At least one of them had to have special training. I couldn’t see the punches and kicks coming. Why am I not dead? Well lucky for ME those assholes had a schedule to keep, and left me in a hospital to heal and await trial.

For Nyarlathotep’s sake, those idiots in the hospital had no idea how to hold a prisoner. I easily escaped and jumped back to Alliance space before they were ready for breakfast.

But I learned something important: if I want to be free and truly enjoy my freedom, I needed power. Thus, I began searching for someone to show me the meaning of power.

I found such a teacher on the Alliance frontier. I witnessed this man take out an entire squad of Alliance covert agents by himself. Why were they after him? How should I know?! I watched as his poetry of violent combat ended the agents.

Chosen “Oni” Orimaru, Master of Gosatsuken.

What? What’s Gosatsuken?! It’s a martial art! You know, kicks and punches? Well, kicks and punches meant to go straight through you, solid objects, and whatever is in front of you. It's a survivalist way of life that thrives on sheer aggression. Kill or be killed.

Seriously, you need to stop interrupting me... or not. Whatever, it’s your life.

Anyway, where was I? Oh RIGHT! Oni. The man was built like a tank, all muscle. Bastard originally told me that he didn’t take students, but I eventually convinced him to take me. I think my lust for power intrigued him. So yeah, I studied under Oni for years. Taking beatings and mental abuse, but I did it all for the reward. Throughout the training I learned that I may not be as physically strong as Oni, but I was faster. Yes, much faster, thanks to my thin frame and his harsh training.

Thus, on the last day of training, for my test, I killed him.

Now that I some measure of actual power, I travelled to Alioth on a rumor of some experimental enhancements. But these weren't just any enhancements. No sir-y-bob. These were biological enhancements. Homegrown parts that are as natural as anything inside a normal human, just... better.

So I shipped out to the frontier of Alliance space once more. They enhanced my thin muscles and slapped a new pair of eyes into my skull. The quacks in the lab kept referring to something called a ...perception engine? I think that’s what they called it. This “perception engine” didn’t activate for me at first, so they decided to take more extreme measures to “help” me make it work. That help came the form of severe electroshock. Not just once, but many, many, times.

After about the hundred and seventh shock, it activated. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Like something was sucking my life energy into my eyes, but the expansion on what I could see in front of me was amazing. I could see where the guards were going to shoot before they even finished the aiming motion. A guard attempted to fight me one-on-one, can you believe that? Amazingly, I could see where he was going to move, or attack. It was ecstasy to feel that kind of power.

So I cleared out that Gods-damned lab. That’s what they get for shocking me over and over and over and over… ahem. After I did that dirty deed, I found life to be more… comical. Nothing really mattered after that, life was mine to enjoy. I finally had my freedom.

Hm? How long ago was that? Oh I’d say about three months ago. I’m sorry I never called. But you see, I just didn’t care. Oh you're insulted now. NOW?! Bad timing old sport. You’ll spoil the joke! But I suppose you chose this all those years ago.

You’ve always looked down at my choices. I guess one last push isn’t going to change that. Or will it? Perhaps you’ll finally be looking up at me... as you fall in your last few seconds of life. Falling forty stories Does take some time. Give my regards to the cunt...

...FATHER!