"Space is no place for heroes. It is a cold, endless grave where the voices of the dead are louder than those of the living."
I was not born; I was abandoned. In the shadows of the stations, among the rusted metal and the blood of those who never returned home. Every breath was a bargain, every survival a betrayal. I learned that trust is just another word for weakness—and weakness in space means death.
The fleets I saw burn left no screams, only silenced radio messages that still echo in my mind. I don't remember the faces, but I remember their emptiness.
Now I drift through the stars like a phantom. Not to find glory—glory is only a lie for those soon to be forgotten. I fly to take what others cannot hold. I fly to destroy what others love.
For at the heart of New Eden, there are no gods. Just cold machines, dying suns, and pilots like me who have learned that you are only free when you fear nothing.