Right, since we're out of range of anything that could
instantly kill me, or anyone who would want to; it's time for a proper chat. I
am Braxxus Ren. Ren comes from my creators assigned identity. You see I was born
in a lab. I was a test by the Royal Collegium to see if the Chua race could be
steered towards a more controllable, or at least more precautious race. In
essence tempering the insanity of a
murderous Chua mind and divining clarity and calm. It worked for the most part till I started to
become a little too independent. They wouldn't support the doomsday device
saying that it would 'threaten the Empire as a whole" and that augmenting
my personal equipment and weaponry was deemed illegal and bordering on traitorous.
So I was shipped off to a far off remote corner of the galaxy and left to
scrabble around in the dirt.
Next thing you know one of my rants about the state of the
empire and what I was doing exploded onto the Empire's Network. I had in truth
been forgotten about by my creators and my trainers. A failed experiment. Now,
however, I had the lead scientist tell me that I was needed for the Empire's
efforts. I thought I would be reaching for glory. Not kidnapped and then
finding out that you've somehow signed a contract for life...Must not be too
rebellious. From what I can gather we're heading to Levian Bay. O, oh you have
got to be joking with me. Artemis Zin, the huntress of the unexplored. Oh and
guess where we're going...Somewhere called the Star-Comm Station. Let me guess,
an Eldan satellite dish so that she can broadcast her half baked celebrity and
skill to anyone that will drink it all in without question. I'd rather take my
chances with what seems to be overly carnivorous Skeech. Actually looking at
this the Pell might be interesting. We're starting to get turbulence here due
to storms. It says here that the Pell priests can control them. Logically, this
could be vital to re-fertilisation of baron lands. But for me, after history
has given me what I want, I wouldn't mind watching it drown and burn at the
same time. Especially if its rebel owned. That or storm bombs. Oh storm
bombs...anyway.
I'm Braxxus, surviving turbulence to Nexus, reporting live
and annoyed and you have been watching The Archivist, part of the Protostar Communications Network, a Protostar
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