Few see him for what he truly is. They are kindred souls, those few: nomads and warrior archetypes, bound by shared codes of martial honour and impatient with the heavy fetters of bureacracy. Even his Khanid brethren understand little of him. His prowess in battle earned him their respect even as his waywardness caused them concern. The Caldari have never trusted him. The Gallente are exasperated by him. The Amarr despise him for an untutored savage, but as an honourable retainer he answers the call of the Empire.