My path has been that of a Wayward Matari, but my heart always longs for home...The sounds and smells...The voices of friends...The laughs and the tribulations that forge bonds of family and of friendship. That which makes a clan strong.
I am no longer there however... My kin were lost to a time of violence and strife that however long ago, remains vivid in my memory. These memories will haunt me until the day my body is brought back upon the broken wreckage of my final ship....
Those without honor will get none from me. Those who are strong and prey upon the weak, must see their actions returned upon them. As my abilities improve, so shall their number decrease.
My word is my bond. My honor is the the fabric from which the bond is made.
I am Shargraylar Va'Ruun....