For years I had balanced outwards peace with inner turmoil. Many who had long known me did not realize I was simply waiting for a righteous moment.

In search of resolution, I gave my blood for the Murientor. I found war and I found work, but not life. Seeing as I was lost, they asked me to leave.

Now I am a commander who feels like an errand boy. My enemies today have never defeated a capsuleer. As I lay waste to them in uncountable numbers, I remember Frerstorn, and wait again.