Artemis Zin's Entourage

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 Corporation company. Delivering your life to Nexus, for profit!