My mother used to talk great about the federation. She said that they ensured our safety and protection, that among its laws we were free to act. As I child, I sank upon those ideas, watching the federal pilots in uther admiration and respect. I used to think that they were among the bravest men and women in the galaxy, fighting off pirates and raiders, and specially stopping the slavists and cloners Imperial forces.
Isn't it lovely, the naivety of a child?
My father, in fact, was a federation's pilot, but I didn't really knew him. He died when I was very young, fighting a group of pirates, defending a trader caravan from a pirate squadron. Or at least, that's what I was told. Oh, come on, you may think that I am a cold , but seriously, why should I care about a man that I barely saw a few hours during my early life?
My family was always poor, but I had a good childhood: education, health, a safe place to grow up... it was okay. When I grew up I wanted to get a ship and start aking my life among the stars. So, after a few years of working for other captain's ships I earned enough money to buy my first sidewinder. But even more, luck was with me: Core Dynamics organized a lottery which price was a new eagle ship. And yes, I won.
I've been flying since then, and the more job I do the more I realize the lies they've told me during my life. Too many times I saw the federal security forces engaging in death combat a commander with a bounty of 200 credits over his head. Two. . Hundred. Credits. A god-forsaken-damn unpaid parking bill was worth being killed, or thrown into bankrupcy, if you happen to survive your exploding ship...
I've done different things since I got my ships. First I took my sidewinder, doing a few missions to deliver specific cargo or information. I took a few bounties with my eagle, enough to earn enough money to sell that ship and get a Hauler with which to make some money therough trade. And, in that time, I really grew fed up of the Federation rules. Goddamn it...
Every time I enter in hyperspace, a federation policeforce interdicts me to scan my cargo... that has been always legal. Every time a pirate starts combat with me I can choose between dying or try not to die. Because, you know, dogfighting with a hauler it's difficult if the luck is at your side. But if I do fight back, always, ALWAYS, the federation would put a bounty on my head. I have spend more money actually clearing my name from bounties that not improving my ship.
I travelled to Lugh with a good friend of mine, where we decided to help a little bit the Crimson group. It's a great system to make some money working for a faction, as they need a lot of help moving deliveries. I did it so many times that the Crimson forces started saluting me by my name when I entered within their domain, or they even assisted me when I was fighting a pirate... or running away from a Federation vessel.
And actually... oh well, you don't even know my name.
I am Commander M. Volgrand, but you may just call me Volgrand.
What am I doing? I'm just sitting in the cantina of Kinght's Dock, having another Venussian Whisky, waiting my communicator to bleep. My contact in the shipyard must be about to finish equipping my new eagle with the best weapon configuration I could afford. And, after that, I will go bounty hunting again. I heard that the Crimson have been putting price to certain federation ships.
Yes... freedom, they call it...
Isn't it lovely, the naivety of a child?
My father, in fact, was a federation's pilot, but I didn't really knew him. He died when I was very young, fighting a group of pirates, defending a trader caravan from a pirate squadron. Or at least, that's what I was told. Oh, come on, you may think that I am a cold , but seriously, why should I care about a man that I barely saw a few hours during my early life?
My family was always poor, but I had a good childhood: education, health, a safe place to grow up... it was okay. When I grew up I wanted to get a ship and start aking my life among the stars. So, after a few years of working for other captain's ships I earned enough money to buy my first sidewinder. But even more, luck was with me: Core Dynamics organized a lottery which price was a new eagle ship. And yes, I won.
I've been flying since then, and the more job I do the more I realize the lies they've told me during my life. Too many times I saw the federal security forces engaging in death combat a commander with a bounty of 200 credits over his head. Two. . Hundred. Credits. A god-forsaken-damn unpaid parking bill was worth being killed, or thrown into bankrupcy, if you happen to survive your exploding ship...
I've done different things since I got my ships. First I took my sidewinder, doing a few missions to deliver specific cargo or information. I took a few bounties with my eagle, enough to earn enough money to sell that ship and get a Hauler with which to make some money therough trade. And, in that time, I really grew fed up of the Federation rules. Goddamn it...
Every time I enter in hyperspace, a federation policeforce interdicts me to scan my cargo... that has been always legal. Every time a pirate starts combat with me I can choose between dying or try not to die. Because, you know, dogfighting with a hauler it's difficult if the luck is at your side. But if I do fight back, always, ALWAYS, the federation would put a bounty on my head. I have spend more money actually clearing my name from bounties that not improving my ship.
I travelled to Lugh with a good friend of mine, where we decided to help a little bit the Crimson group. It's a great system to make some money working for a faction, as they need a lot of help moving deliveries. I did it so many times that the Crimson forces started saluting me by my name when I entered within their domain, or they even assisted me when I was fighting a pirate... or running away from a Federation vessel.
And actually... oh well, you don't even know my name.
I am Commander M. Volgrand, but you may just call me Volgrand.
What am I doing? I'm just sitting in the cantina of Kinght's Dock, having another Venussian Whisky, waiting my communicator to bleep. My contact in the shipyard must be about to finish equipping my new eagle with the best weapon configuration I could afford. And, after that, I will go bounty hunting again. I heard that the Crimson have been putting price to certain federation ships.
Yes... freedom, they call it...