I choose to begin my tale not at the beginning, but rather with the moment that changed the course of my life. The day I lost the steely gaze of neutrality. The day I met Rethen Solise, son of the revolution.
As I am sure many of you know I played my part during the first revolution's uprising. Infact The SkyBeard exchange wouldn't be half the empire it is if I hadn't. During a goldrush, its the one selling the picks an shovels that catches the big coin purse. Trouble was I wasn't in the goldrushing business. I was in the business of thieves and killers, I was a pirate.
So naturally I sold guns to both sides. It wasn't easy I'll tell you that much. Victor Solise, now there was a man of such profound ideals it was though he could see straight through you. he reminded me of the father I never had. But he was crazy, crazy enough to attack the Queen. And that meant he needed me, despite my dirty hands.
And the Queen, I had never met a more vile fiend of power. Her perpetual youth like a sick perversion of nature. But I too was young, and far to confident in my abilities. Memories of those first few moments I shared in her presence still haunt me. Like the specter of Law.
Naturally as the conflict came to a close, the renegade Don Victor Solise and his entire force were decimated, and a contract was struck. The Queen is a terrible thing to work for... this is a lesson I have paid handsomely to learn.
For 22 long years I lived like this, a pirate under protection of the Queen. I could do no wrong. I became complacent, content to fall into line with this illusion of freedom. It was during this time I came to call Donivan Archer a friend. Then, more a puppet than a pirate, living through Donivan was all I had.
I remember the day. We were in Gesh. Its dark cliffsides dropping straight into the ocean. That old porttown. I remember the smell of salt, and the ocean mist against my face. I was sitting on a balcony, when Donivan and Rethen were let in...
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