Mercenary work is a tad liberating though, makes me realize a few things. Like… maybe, freedom isn’t dead - you just gotta earn it with blood.
*Starts playing Super Mario 63*
I ran with a group of hunters. We had always had fun, but it seems that our emotions were drifting from me.
One day the leader of the hunters had told me that they were moving on, and not bringing me. I was left stranded and alone.
After several days of wandering on my own, I met a particular fellow, Cedric. He asked me to join him, I felt like I lost cat… I quickly said yes.
For several months we called down big mining drills called Thumpers and hunted an invading wildlife, the Aranhas. Everything my old group used to do… I loved it.
Soon, the Accord started to issue sub-standard equipment to all Battleframe users, this caused much anger in the group. They left to fly spaceships in a place of conflict.
They asked me to join them, but I declined, I attempted to reason with the Accord to issue better equipment, no avail. I tried to deal with it, and I continued hunting for a few more months.
I decided to attempt to fly spaceships myself, and join up with my group. I found one known as a “Lynx” and strapped myself in. It felt weird, I wanted to be on the ground again…
I decided to find my old Spinfusor and take up my tribal roots. I found myself working for the Blood Eagles for a month. I felt a rush again, as slaughtering Diamond Sword forces was always fun and exiting. When the month came to an end I was finding myself bored of repeatedly killing Diamond Sword scum over and over again.
I decided to take another attempt to fly the Lynx.I’d finally gotten the hang of it when I found out my old group was in a very distant area of space, where Warframes are used in combat.
I was alone again. I decided to continue flying, alone. I had made a few friends along the way but it still wasn’t a social group. I’d just about given up hope when I saw a group with spaces for a pilot…
“I’m a cat a heart, I hope I fit in with a bunch of wolves.”
(All of this stuff actually happened too.)
@Miaw: old days of Firefall?
@Miaw: old days of Firefall?
And Tribes: Ascend.
I once belonged to the Telranic family, from Jericho. We didn’t exactly agree with Jericho’s aggressive assault on Empire and Federation, as well as their blind trust in technology, believing the exploration of Sector 1337 to be a greater priority, and peace should be sought with the Empire, (Mostly because we found them to be the most consistent in their decisions, and they controlled Earth, the point of human origin). As our resistance to the war and the aggression of the Jericho government grew, so did tensions between us and Jericho. This was not helped by our secret non aggression pacts with the Empire. It soon became clear that we would be forced to chose whether to return to Jericho and beg for mercy, or pledge allegiance to the Empire, and be viewed as traitors. The family council, believing ether option would lead to ruin, decided to declare independence. Word quickly came that heavy Jericho warships were on their way to our home base. Our requests for aid from both Empire, and Federation were ignored, and the Telaric family was scattered. I then took the name “Hyranic”, refusing to leave space I had grown up in, and began working as a mercenary to make money, and continue my families’ goal to explore the secrets of the sector.
Anyway, that’s the background story I am going to go with for now. :fighter:
EDIT: One line didn’t look quite right… -_-
Umm guys are you making those stories up? Because i really want to make a story like that too!
Pretty sure everyone who posted a backstory here did.
Once I get filthy rich, I’m gonna go back into the Empire’s fold. I’m not going to settle scores with anybody; I’ll leave it up to the universe to clear any bad blood I’ve had with any of my fellow Imperials. No one’s gonna hold me back. Not even the dirtbags from the dregs of the universe who call themselves ‘Comfy Truckers.’
They’re a dyin’ breed anyway.
Karma’s a big mother hubbard, no?
So i’ll write one anyways.
Not a long time ago when i only was 5 my dad died because of a Jericho team attacked he.
I was in my room thinking about how i would be in the future.
Am i gonna be an explorer? Or maybe a hunter? Who really knows? I had no idea what shall i do.
6 years later when i was 11 a Jericho family attacked my house they killed my mom, they killed my brother.
I barely had time to enter my big brothers Dvergr luckily my brother learned me how to fly the ship.
I pressed the Microwarp as fast as i con and then everything became black in my eyes.
I woke up looking that i am in the space.
I saw a base or whatever it was and i flew to it as fast as i con and everything became black, agian.
I woke up in a room where everything was white, i was sitting on a chair.
Then someone opened the door, then i saw that a guy was standing in front of me.
He asked ‘‘Who are you?’’ the first thing i was thinking about that someone is playing with me so i wanted to say ‘‘I’m batman’’ but then i realized that this is not a joke. I said my name and the guy asked ‘‘Where are you from?’’ i was thinking ‘‘Where am I from?’’ i forgot where i really was from so i said ‘I don’t know’’.
The guy walked out of the room.
I saw him talking to a guy. The guy walked into the room agian, he said ‘‘You are now on the side of Federation’’. The guy said that i can now go out of the room.
I walked out and i saw that i really was in a federation base. And then the adventure began.
11 years later i was fighting Jericho pilots and upgrading my ships everything like normal Federation pilots do, but the question i wanted to know was
‘‘Where am I from?’’.
After leading several top secret Federation operations in corporate espionage, me, and two friends, found out in an abandoned Asteroid-Garage, that the Feds were saving all incoming signals from the other Empires in giant dronebase clusters.
While one of these friends, Julian Snow, went public with it, and was even portraid by famous actor Edward Assaultship in Stellar-TV about this incident, until their mysterious disappearance, several Jericho and Empire agencies supplied me with cash thankfullness, to make myself independent, by providing them with Software and know how how to set up similar data centers in their empires lots of apologies for not being born in their empire or families. Now, backed by a small Software Corporation financing our group, we enjoy our time as mercenaries, and sit out in Empire, until the Kill-Order Tax-Fraud gets cleared by Pirate-Hackers legally in the Fed Databases.
I came up with this story all by myself, it is completely not influenced by anything, just slightly adjusted for typos.