This is an assumed name. My brother and I signed up with the Republic Military School as soon as we could. We were idealists, would-be heros out to save the Universe. Then one day while we were pursuing pirate scum through a gate, my brother and I were jumped by ganker low-lifes. Honorless, backstabbing animals who kill from ambush, a plague on civilization. My ship was hit right away and my brother told me to jump while he held them off. His ship was hit and he bailed, then those murdering, soulless dog fuckers podded his capsule just before I jumped. It was horrifying watching my baby brother die. Then I got back to the School and found out his clone was defective. He's gone forever now.
I flew a lot of systems and tortured a lot of scum before I tracked them down. One by one I hunted them and slit their throats, all except the leader. Him I snatched and took to a little private storage bunker. He's still alive, most of him anyway. His clone won't be waking up for a long time