Little is known about my true origins. I was raised by the Federation magistrates with no memory of my true being. Therefore I live by a simple creed: Death before Dishonor!
The Old Gallente Prayer
> Our Blasters, who art on thy ships, Neutrons be thy name > Thy hybrids come, Thy damage be done, with thermal as it is with kinetic > Give us this day our daily ammo > And forgive us our podkills, as we mercilessly hunt down those who podkill us > And lead us not into zero sec, but deliver us from gatecamps > For thine is the Hyperion, the Megathron, and the Dominix > > Amen.