No Mauk’Ob was born to slavery, before he was ten he had felt the sting of a slaver’s lash more than the touch of his own mother. there are times he can still almost see her face.

Like all the slaves in the mines of Huola IV No Mauk’Ob was drained of all hope every day. But his body grew strong under the labor and his mind remained sharp.

The ore finally gave out, the gas harvesters could find nothing else to plunder from this planet, the pilots and the asteroid belts would be all that was left and this force of slaves was not needed for that, rather than have them sit idle the slaves were rounded up and placed in a transport ship. The bestower rested easily in orbit a heavy escort surrounded it. shuttles moved back and forth from the planet to the waiting convoy.

No Mauk’Ob waited his turn with the others, as the slavers judged each slave and moved aside those too old or ill to make the trip. Those deemed unfit had their lives coldly ended.

As a young Matari No Mauk’ob was placed on the suttle and soon found himself in the dark hold of the transport ship. the ship started it’s warp to the gate it had been a long time since the slaves had traveled in space and many were ill. No held his head high and struggled to hold his stomach. The ship came out of warp and No waited for the Jumpgate to propel them through space and then he heard it, a terrible noise as something struck the hull of the ship. In the darkness of the hold, the voices of the slaves rose up in terror.

The sounds continued and grew louder and the tumult in the hold grew to a fever pitch and there the sound of pounding stopped. Moments later the collective breath of a thousand slaves was held. then a different sound: a ship coupled with the transport. the cargo bays interfaced and a door opened into the hold and light poured into the space. In the door stood men, the slaves cowered back lest the lash seek to punish them for the damage done to this ship. but a voice rose instead of a hand “My brothers,” it said, “you are free.”

Free... a word No Mauk’ob had scarcely dreamed and never said aloud. it rang through his mind as the slaves were escorted out of the damaged Bestower and into the welcoming arms of their saviors.

This ship had windows looking out into space and there careening through the asteroids No could see a ship, lithe and fast, a ship he would later learn well. to him it seemed as a bird, come to carry him away.

The thought of that ship never left his mind that ‘Rifter’ burned as a symbol of freedom. No was welcomed into the Republic and quickly moved to join the Republic fleet as a soldier he listened well he learned quickly and was ushered into the ranks of Pod pilots. But quickly he became disillusioned with the Republic. he knew the fate of billions of Matari he knew the torment they faced every day and the Republic chose to use rhetoric while their brothers and sisters languished.

No finished his service to the fleet and exited the service, he had saved enough isk to purchase himself a pilot’s license a small frigate and ventured forth to seek his own way and to more directly help in the fight against slavery.

Roaming Pator and the surrounding systems No worked for agents, fighting Pirates and the occasional Amarr, but felt that he was not doing enough. Just as he was becoming discouraged that he would never be able to make a difference, a message in his Neo Com from the Murientor Tribe changed things for ever. Speaking with Onnen Mentar over Ale in a bar in Pator, No began to understand the path he must take.

No Mauk’Ob found a home in the Murientor Tribe. Taking his first steps out of the security of the Republic and aggressively hunting slavers and seeing to the freedom of this people. His brothers and sisters understand that this is an evil that must be fought with strength and guns not with words. He strikes out of station every day in search of those who would prey on the weak and those who would hold the life of another hostage.

More than two years have passed since the day Onnen scouted a young and frightened pilot from the safety of Pator to the tribe’s HQ at the time in Egbinger, two years of learning and fighting. The pilots that welcomed No to the tribe No watch them drift away, the fight is long and hard and takes a toll. Many of the pilots retired planet side to tend to family and take up a civilian life in the Tribe on New Santir. A few moved on to other corps, and at least one entered a life of Piracy.

No began to wonder at this, but rather than despair he recalled that conversation over an ale so many years before and the path was clear. New pilots were scouted and recruited, a new emboldened core was formed for the Night Shift of the tribe. Fighting alongside the Militia to beat back the Amarr brought opportunity for combat and more importantly opportunity to see more of his people free. His brother, thought long lost, he found in a camp in Kourmonen when that system was held briefly by the republic.