I used to be a simple man, just tending our gas farm here on the family plantation. But on some nights, I tinkered in the shed--you know, superconductors, explosives, and nanobites. My old man, he'd always say that it would only lead to trouble.
He was right.
That damn day, that damn drug runner fleeing Concord Police right over our fields dumped his boosters over the side and they landed on the shed where I kept my projects...the whole thing exploded in a flash of light and suddenly, I no longer had a family farm. Suddenly, Amarr police was accusing me of hiding contraband goods.
I have to clear my family name and get my old man back his harvesting rights before he dies old and broken.
I have to make things right and Amarr will pay for their ignorance and brutality. I'll show them. I'll show all of them.