Aphrodite Balum

When he spoke, none followed. In the eyes of his Republic he remained fanatical, zealous, mad. His words were reminiscent of the liberation callings of Ushra'Khan of the past. A simple matari miner, yet, uncle once called him a prophet - I believed, for I also saw his fear. A man commanding hundred hordes of mutilated vessels for a massacre of unscaled proportions. They blackened the sun, their numbers grew with each battle no matter victorious or defeated.

My brother fled. He left Matar worlds, preaching of a soon arrival of a power far greater than anything New Eden have ever seen. They called him a fool, and a fool he was for hoping people would phantom a force greater then coalitions of the Null and the empires. A rouge, yet a kin. For some time I harbored him in shadow of the State. When I first saw him after all these years, the absence of a true Heiian within me became far too apparent - family took the front stage, and we stood alone for his madness. We fled across the stars, across New Eden in search of our new home.