The Descent

A couple of years back, I led a bloody revolt on a slave barge winning my freedom--if you can call it that. I made my way to Republic space and enrolled in school where I was informed of my aptitude for piloting. They didn't waste any time and got right to training me in the intricacies of pod based starships.

From there, I started a small mercenary corp. Wasn't much call for mercs back in those days, cep'n for assassination and the like, so we pretty much just dickered around doin' nothin'.

Some months later, I got a bad case of the morals. Thought maybe my calling was helping my people. So I signed up with Masuat'aa Matari and joined the fight for freedom. I gotta say, it would've been hard to be more disappointed in anything.

So I idled--didn't fly for a while, and one day I was sittin' there lookin' at my stuff. Couple million credits, only two vials left of vitoc, and no prospects on account of my forcible removal from my so-called "brothers." Made my way back to Republic space with little more than the last remnants of my dignity. Thought maybe I could get back into security work. Made a new corp, signed on a couple of pilots, and thought about what to do next.

That's when it happened. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all about security. I was lookin' around huntin' rats and saw some fella mining all by his lonesome in a low security belt.

"That ain't secure," I told myself. I thought it prudent to demonstrate.

So, I went in in my small laser-heavy vessel and opened up a lightshow on him, to teach him how insecure he was. As the poor miner's ship was splintering into hundreds of thousands of pieces of burning metal, I had an epiphany. This was my calling. Everything leading up to it was like the mellow adagio before the thunderous allegro. It was almost as if I had never lived before that moment.

It only got better the first time someone fought back against my aggression. Miners bein' insecure is one thing, but there ain't no excuse for fightin' types.

Since then my corp has been growin', and our CONCORD status droppin'. We prowl, we find, and we secure. And sometimes we get secured. It's all part o' the business of teaching folks security the hard way.

Fly securely,

Captain Telmol Izibi
Heimatar Security and Surveillance