My name is Mardios. My world is fire. And blood. Once, I was a Amarr FW pilot; a Pilot searching for a righteous cause.
As the planets fell, each of us in our own way was broken. It was hard to know who was more crazy. Me... or everyone else. Here they come again. Worming their way into the clear matter of my pod. I told myself... they cannot touch me. They are all dead.
I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead. Hunted by sansha pirates. Haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this vast wasted space. A man reduced to a single instinct: survive.