Expatriot, they call me. I'm not even sure what that means anymore. The worlds have changed, as have we. "Home country, home world", these things have no meaning to us. Birthplace is a medical bay with a cloning vat, home is the deck plating of our favorite ship.

A long time ago, a boy was born on an Amarrian world, and grew into a man. He entered the Imperial Academy.... And that man died. A capsuleer replaced him, the name is all that remains.

There is a war on. A mortal war. Let the mortals have it. Both sides pay to have the immortals fight their enemies for them, but the wars between nations are pointless to those of us with no more nationality.

Bred to kill, not to care.