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Some of you may know my story, most of you don’t. If you take a moment to read my pod bio you will get a brief history of who I am, and why I fly, according to the republic anyway. There are some truths there, hidden behind the deceit and lies, but I am going to try and clear it up for you now…

I was born into slavery by all accounts, on Amarrian settlement out in Providence. I remember the first few years of my life being hard, working from the moment I learned to walk. I don’t remember when exactly it happened, but when I was very young a Thukker clan attacked the Amarrian settlement and took the Matari held captive there. They started with women and children, and then took all the men they could.

After a few hours in the cargo hold of a Thukker transport, we arrived at a settlement somewhere in a northern leg of the Wildlands. The children like myself, the ones who didn’t know or have a birth mother were assigned families within the clan. The children were given the name of their new parents. My new mothers name was Elizja Aryass, and my new fathers name was Yulki Minhaven, henceforth I was known as Aryass Minhaven.

I spent a few years with these parents, roaming space always learning. They became the people I looked up to, the people I asked questions to, the people who taught me what it was to be a Proud Matari. These people became my parents, and for the first time, I felt like I belonged. I laughed, I lived, I cried and loved with these parents. They became my clan, my family.

It was assumed I was about 7 when I was freed from slavery. That day became my birthday, as I had none before that. It was on this day, ten years later my parents decided it was time for me to ascend. While both my parents were very capable of controlling vessels, my future in the skies was never discussed before this day. Even on this day, my parents had told me we were traveling to the station for supplies, and meeting with some of the clans Elders to report an increased number of unidentified vessels throughout the Wildlands.

When we got to the station I was instructed to go see the clan’s most powerful cleric, for insight on where my path lies. While I was doing this my parents were going to meet with the Elders. This was traditional; the cleric spoke to all the children a couple of times a year, infusing insight and wisdom with our paths, in an attempt to guide us to where our path lies.

I sat down across from the cleric, as normal and we began to meditate. Meditation always started with a drink, still unsure what it was, but it relaxed your body and invigorated your mind. The cleric passed me the drink, and as I took a sip I felt the calmness come over me. It was at that time, the cleric told me my destiny was in the stars, and a few short moments later I passed out.

I had never passed out during the meetings before, so when I woke up I was a bit confused. I was also sore for some reason, not really understanding what had happened, I returned to my parents to tell them of my odd encounter with the cleric. As I started to speak, my mother interrupted me and simply said “We know Aryass, It is your destinyâ€. She then took my hand and softly placed it on the back of my neck, and a frightful feeling of knowing came over me. I had been implanted.

We walked in silence back to the docking bay. I had every emotion I could think of, and some I can’t describe to this day running throughout my body. My future seems as uncertain as the nomadic ways I had grown accustomed to. Once we got to the docking bay, my mother handed me a knapsack, filled with some clothes and a data disc containing some images of my youth. She told me to be safe, and learn much, and they would return in 6 months to check up on me. I was in shock; I had not expected this. I hugged my parents, and they were off.

Six months came quickly, as I was in a constant state of learning, and flying. I was ever seeking knowledge, and trying to take in everything I could. I was excited to show my parents everything I had learned but as the sixth month came and went my parents never arrived. I tried to make contact with them, but to no avail, as nomadic as we were it meant sometimes we were unable to find communication beacons for months at a time.

Six more months had passed, my trainer had informed me there was nothing left he could teach me, and that I was ready to fly solo, to make my destiny. Still no sign of or contact from my parents. With no training left to accomplish, and no parents for guidance I sought out the Elder I saw my parents talking to the last time I saw them. I searched most of the Wildlands looking for him, or my parents. I finally found the Elders clan in H9S-WC, after months of searching.

I spoke to him of my parents and he told me they had been sent on a mission deliver some important information to a clan that was last seen around Lasleinur, within the Republic borders. He warned me about following them, as the Republic was no place for our tribe. I heeded no such warnings, and immediately set out to find my parents. It was a long journey, one I was not prepared for, but after weeks of piloting I found myself within the constellation of my parents last known whereabouts.

It was obvious I didn’t fit in here. I didn’t share the markings of republic born Matari, our dialects were so off it made communication hard, and everyone treated me like an outcast. I didn’t let this phase me as I was only there to find my parents, what did I care what they thought of me.

A few days later I made my way to a clan camp in Lasleinur. It was easy to find, as the ships resembled the ships I grew up around, and the pilots all recognized my dialect. I asked around if anyone had seen or known my parents, and everyone knew nothing about it. I was about to give up hope and head out but then out of nowhere the leader of the clan spoke to me about my parents.

They had indeed been there and had stopped to rest with the clan for a few days before returning home. It was during this time, Republic forces had invaded the camp and taken several members hostage for questioning and imprisonment for crimes against the republic. My father was killed in the assault and my mother was taken captive. My soul filled with rage and anger and it was then I realized I was speaking to an Angel Warlord. My clan didn’t get along with these Thukker known as Angels. Why my parents had been send here was a mystery but I had to keep my cool if I wanted to find out.

Once I was calmed I asked the Warlord, how can I find and free my mother. He had no answers for me, as he knew a full scale assault on the Republic would be his demise. He did however know someone in the Klogori system that could create a history file for me within the Republics database so I may roam free within empire space, without getting questioned by the security forces. He transferred to me my father’s corpse, and with that, I was gone to seek out who I was looking for in the Klogori system. I had gone to seek my mother, and my destiny.

I determined the only way for me to find out the fate of my mother, and to have a chance of freeing her was to infiltrate the entity that took her. I was determined to fly for The Republic Fleet one day, but to do that I had to attend The Republic Military School. They didn’t allow Thukker which made things difficult. Once I found the rogue pilot, I created the history that you all know. The history that about me growing up in the Klogori solar system, attending Republic schools, and even being Sebiestor born. I did this to create the illusion I was not a Thukker, and to deceive RMS into allowing me admittance.

As quickly after graduation as possible I formed my own corporation as I felt it would be easier for me to find information if I wasn’t obligated to do work for someone else’s good. I could focus on my task, without interruption. Throughout my searching I met a few other pilots that I became friendly with. It is easier to deceive when you have people close to you believing your deceit.

We grew a little clan of our own, and I decided it was time as a corporation to start taking on missions for The Republic Fleet. While I had my own reasons for doing so, everyone agreed and the task of gaining The Republics trust had began. We spent a little over a year working solo out of Metropolis and Heimatar for different agents. All the while, I was probing about the incident that took my fathers life, and nobody seemed to know anything about it.

It was during my time searching I heard grave news that a hostile new force had moved into my homelands, the Wildlands. They were oppressors of people and had murdered many of my tribe. They guarded all access back into and out of my homeland. I wanted to help, but my small group of pilots wouldn’t be able to at this point in time. It was deemed necessary that these Veritas pilots needed to be removed from my home, but when the timing was right. I needed to find my mother, and avenge my father’s death first.

I had started to give up hope, when searching thru the history data files I came across a retired captain, Aslungsur Ganolf, who had taken up a spot as an agent with the Republic Fleet. Aslungsur spoke about the incident in Lasleinur in his retirement speech, and the news just happened to cover it. He had announced he would retire from the active service, and take more of a command role as a new level four agent for the mighty Republic Fleet.

It shortly after this time, one of the Pilots within the corporation had been in communications with Pacal Balan, of Namtz'aar k'in. Pacal was in talks with “Socko†about what his goals were for Molden Heath, and how there is plenty of combat to be had against the “darkened forcesâ€. It was too perfect to turn down, we had a reason to move our operations to the space Aslungsur was going to be operating out of. I agreed and we moved only what we could take in one trip to our new home.

We got settled into the alliance and our new home by immediately starting to run missions for the lower level agents in Istodard. We did this in between combat operations protecting Matari space from oppressors. I got to do what I needed to do, and we helped to prevent senseless murder, something I have been keen on since the senseless death of my father.

There was talk about liberating the Wildlands once we were strong enough as an alliance and it was then I made it known I was of Thukker decent within the alliance, but never did I make my real history known. I was avid in pushing the direction of the alliance towards liberating my home, and many heated discussions ensued. In the end, it was a permanent goal that the Namtz'aar k'in was planning for.

By this point I was working for Aslungsur for many months, and had time and time again earned his trust and respect. It was one late night at the station bar I slipped a meditation drug into his drink. When I noticed it had taken its course and lowered his defenses I probed him about the incident in Lasleinur.

He described the battle as a glorious victory, and with great detail. I kept my cool, and let my rage subside when he spoke of my father as a great adversary pilot but not being “good enough†to escape his guns. He then spoke of my mother, and how they captured her from the wreck of my father’s vessel. From there they took her to a holding cell in Rens where she awaited questioning. I probed him a little more, about the woman and where she might be today. He told me only what he knew, that after the interrogation she was sent to prison somewhere within Molden Heath...