The rebellion was something that I never knew. My childhood had only passing mention of my grandparents experiences as slaves. Talk at the dinner table of my youth was over politics, tribel conflict, and how to keep the Amarrian threat down. I never heard about life as a slave because my grandparents died while my parents were young. My parents were simple folk, and we lived as our ansestors had on Matar before the Day of Darkness.
As I grew, my parents began taking extended trips to places they would never tell me. Their work cited as the general reason. They were both skilled scientists working on drugs to counter the effects of Vitoc and developing ways to administr a resistance via airborne release devices. Their absence never bothered me as I became of age and began taking a more active interest in politics and dipomacy. I learned from friends, elders, and teachers about the actions of the Amarr, the appeasing Ammatar, and the rebellion that birthed the Republic. I learned they still conducted raids, still held slaves, and still fought the Republic in an elaborate shadow war. Four years ago my mother and father never reported back home. They dissipeared during a routine field visit in a lower security world in the Metropolis region. Their was a hint at their loss being due to a blood raider slave raid, but it was never confirmed.
The loss devastated me. I nether ate nor drank for several days, and when I regained some sense of balance I decided to join the Republic fleet. First though, I was to complete my education to become an officer, dreaming of being a capitain and shooting those who would see my people, people I never before thought of as mine, from falling into slavery. When the time to apply for entrance into the officer program come, I was denied. I never found out why. But I continued my education.
When I heard of the Elder Fleet, and its conflict, victory, and defeat, I was in upper level classes, top of my class preparing to graduate. Finishing my training to be an engineer to continue rebuilding the damaged worlds in Patar and reverase the damage the Amarrians had inflicted on both the ecology and infastructure. I also heard something that catipulted me into the conflict on a personal level. I found that the sucess of the Elder Fleet was due in part because of the use of several key personel in the Amarrian navy. They disrupted communication and created logitical jams at critical times. One of these people was my mother.
It turned out that my mother and father were in fact taken as slaves. But unknown to the Amarr, they had an innate, untraceble means to ignore the effects. They went willingly into the hands of the enemy. They were screened and found to be suitable as crew for vitoc-controled missions. My father died as an example to my mother when they refused to fire on civilan craft. My mother was deemed ‘cowed’ and must have performed horrible things to prevent her cover from being blown. But on the eve of the Elder Fleet’s invasion she was on the bridge with an admrial. This admrial died by her hands, and the confusion it brought with it bought the fleet the time it needed to save thousands.
After the project and operations where known, I discovered why I was denied; I would have learned of the operation and jeperdized the mission. I was only told after, and was promptly offered a chance at revenge. The offer? The Republic would sponser my acceptance into the complicated capsuleer program. Granting me a freedom I would need to strike back.