My father was a despicable man. So I killed him.
I didn't think I had it in me, really. But he was a work of pure evil, so I can't say he didn't deserve it.

But I'll give him one thing. He was one motherfucker of a pilot! Damn that man could fly!
I wish he would have spent more time teaching me those skills, instead of chasing girls around the known universe. But, alas, he didn't and here I am, Driving this piece of wreck of a Hound around the outskirts of known space. Building something different, something new, with my own sweat and blood, together with my fellow sisters.
And while I might not be changing the trajectory of the universe as we know it. At least I have as my foundation, the knowledge, that there is one man less out there with his dick in the wrong place.