I had a dream in which, a Smurf Princess, told me she just had to have me by her side and offered me, some very expensive, but pretty shields for my ships. So that is how it started.
However: As us males get older, we realise, that when a pretty girl whispers sweet nothings in our ears. It's a trap.
Due to my devoted service, I am basically hostile every where I go, out side of Empire space, so I am stuck here.