Ooh a journalist! I like that!
Hi, my name is Predicted Cyborg. Known simply as Cy. And I'm a pirate, although I didn't start off like that.
I started off as a self-employed space cleaner. So many people drop so much cargo into space every day. It's a danger, a hazard... and I began to clean up anything I found, scooping it from space. The authorities though called me a thief and would fine me... and then one day I discovered that the Black Markets would gladly pay for anything left behind I found... My professional was honest and yet rules and restrictions made those in power label me a thief, a criminal... how is that fair I ask?
As you found out, the great majority of the Archon supporters really aren't like the stories tell. Bloodthirsty, barbaric, cruel... dear god no. We're just a group of commanders who love to have our personal freedoms to roam the cosmos; singing, drinking and having fun. Some of the best stories I can tell come from the big stations in our areas, and while some might see those stories as evidence that we're animals... well, too many rules makes a man, woman or other such person stiff and inflexible. Too bound up in what they should and shouldn't do. I've no time for restrictive rules in this galaxy of such beautiful sights and wondrous freedoms, not when they've had me running for my life because I was carrying a few canisters of beer I found abandoned in space.
I revel in causing minor chaos and playing tricks... but if I see an obviously new player I am kind. I warn them of dangers, suggest places to go for things they are looking for... and the factionless fall under this umbrella as well. I don't fight, I prefer to run if I can. The inside of my Cobra might be a little bit untidy and the fact that I've painted on the walls would make some gasp in indignation. "It simply isn't done!" But I can be sailing through space in my Cobra, look around at my various paintings illuminated by the fairy lights I stole from the last Gabriel Enterprise Christmas party, my favourite tunes playing over my music implants...
And I can say that there's no life I'd rather be leading.
Hi, my name is Predicted Cyborg. Known simply as Cy. And I'm a pirate, although I didn't start off like that.
I started off as a self-employed space cleaner. So many people drop so much cargo into space every day. It's a danger, a hazard... and I began to clean up anything I found, scooping it from space. The authorities though called me a thief and would fine me... and then one day I discovered that the Black Markets would gladly pay for anything left behind I found... My professional was honest and yet rules and restrictions made those in power label me a thief, a criminal... how is that fair I ask?
As you found out, the great majority of the Archon supporters really aren't like the stories tell. Bloodthirsty, barbaric, cruel... dear god no. We're just a group of commanders who love to have our personal freedoms to roam the cosmos; singing, drinking and having fun. Some of the best stories I can tell come from the big stations in our areas, and while some might see those stories as evidence that we're animals... well, too many rules makes a man, woman or other such person stiff and inflexible. Too bound up in what they should and shouldn't do. I've no time for restrictive rules in this galaxy of such beautiful sights and wondrous freedoms, not when they've had me running for my life because I was carrying a few canisters of beer I found abandoned in space.
I revel in causing minor chaos and playing tricks... but if I see an obviously new player I am kind. I warn them of dangers, suggest places to go for things they are looking for... and the factionless fall under this umbrella as well. I don't fight, I prefer to run if I can. The inside of my Cobra might be a little bit untidy and the fact that I've painted on the walls would make some gasp in indignation. "It simply isn't done!" But I can be sailing through space in my Cobra, look around at my various paintings illuminated by the fairy lights I stole from the last Gabriel Enterprise Christmas party, my favourite tunes playing over my music implants...
And I can say that there's no life I'd rather be leading.
