Some have heard the stories of a brilliant pilot, a fearsome warrior who had forsaken the powers of combat. She was born originally into a modest Caldari family of some means. She had a brother, a father, even a mother, all of this came tumbling down one day during a pirate attack. Her parents died, she thought her brother had as well. All that was left was a broken ill used body she forced back into shape and a small fortune she made larger as she tracked down the pirates that had undone her happy life. The stories grew as she found fuel for her anger and hunted the pirate king who had destroyed her life.

One day she finally met that usurper of her destiny, that now feeble man who had ruined her and she utterly destroyed him. The story however did not end there. His son sought revenge and challenged her in combat that very same day. He too died with his father in a plume of smoke and fire. It wasn't until later that night as she searched the pirate lord's private records did she find he had no son. His son was her long dead brother, the reality of it nearly drove her into insanity. She foreswore never to raise her arms in anger and hate again.

Now Oliandra stands ready only to fight in self defense of what little she has left. She is no longer a warrior, she mines, and builds, trying to maybe recreate what she once destroyed. May God forbid that she ever take up arms again, may God show mercy in never putting her in the seat of an assault Frigate ever again. If that day should ever arise that she flies on the wings of a Hawk, may the enemy run far and fast hoping she might not catch up. If she ever did take up the seat of an AF again, the stars would be litered with the corpses of those she set her weapons upon.