Byl Telos

I was once a big man.

A planetary industrialist with my hands in many pots. Food, medicine, weapons. Everything I touched turned into credits. Power and pleasure were mine to purchase. The world was my oyster.

But there are many worlds.

It began far outside my vision. Somewhere in the void coalitions were formed who fought to control space. To control nothing! Never did they consider the men, women and children who lived below.

When the fleets arrived above us there was nothing we could do. They came for my credits, they came for my companies, they came for my child.

Without another option I used what little was left of my fortune to secure my wife and son a place on The Pippen, the last freighter to leave our space. Then I took to the sky.

Now I build to show to the truth. Government is myth, sovereignty an illusion. Where there is no law there can no crime.

Now I bring famine. Now I spread plague. Now I am the bomb.

Now I am no man.