"So you want to hear the story of the Skyriders do ye'- eh? Well let me tell you it's quite the tale- a family that has crossed three empires and been fed by a thousand suns. Exiles, they call us, among the Amarr- exiles! Heretics! Just because we actually tried to find immortality while they lusted for it through dogma, in ignorance of the philosophy they themselves expounded." The figure on your com screen blurrs a little. "Aye, we were exiles, cast out among the Minmatar and Caldari while on the cusp of the greatest discovery in history- the secrets of the pod! Stolen from the Jovians years before they would dare release them- arrogant buffoons!" The figure looks to the side, then stares at you. You see that his left eye is missing. "Me? Where do I fit into all of this? Why I am the product of a three hundred year journey, only the third of my line to walk immortal among the stars- Yes my life has been long- I suppose- and mostly happy, mostly harmless. But be quiet now."