Intergalactic Summit

It has been many years since I left my home, so many years in fact that I now struggle to remember where that place was. I know that I am Matari by birth and lineage, but the specifics have become somewhat blurred through clone activations and jumps, it is almost as though the repeated digitalisation and transferrance of my being has melded, merged, and deleted much of who I am. Perhaps the repeated use of combat boosters has had some effect on me, but it is hard to tell. I know what I stand for - freedom of my own, and fighting for the freedom of others - but perhaps some of that is a sense of desperation and longing to remember just who I am.

Let me start at the beginning, or at least the beginning of what I remember. Maybe it's just what I think I remember, but I don't want to go down that existential road, I'll try to keep it simple.
Born into the Brutor tribe, I was trained in hand-to-hand combat as soon as I could stand on my own feet, against any who were intertwined with my life; family, friends, enemies. When I was deemed able, I was moved on to weaponry and fought alongside my sisters and brothers to bring an end to our enslavement and oppression. Long had we dreamed of our individualism and personal expression to be allowed, no, encouraged, in the vast reality of New Eden. I was always lead to believe that it was my generation that would bring this into existence. I always felt that this would always be a dream, that our oppressors would always hold us down and humiliate us, perhaps this is why we fought so hard. What more can anyone ever hope for than to turn a dream into reality? I had lead a long life before my thoughts began to turn to the stars, the myriad galaxies that lay just beyond my reach. I had heard tales of capsuleers, those that had the ability to travel through those stars, and the almost mythical stories that found their way back to us planetside. I recall wishing that someday I too would feel the pulse of a starship's power beneath me.
It was toward the end of my natural life that I was approached by a person unknown to me and offered this chance. A chance of more than a lifetime, a chance to have an infinite lifetime. I was terrified by the thought of immortality. How could I ever live up to the expectations that would undoubtedly fall upon me? Had I not done enough to fight for my life every single day?
There was a day that shall remain forevermore in my memory, a day that shines brighter than any before or since, where I was sat by the shore of an expanse of water - I do not remember the name, nor whether it was sea or lake - and I was taken in by the majesty of it all. This was not about me, it was not about my family, it was about more than even my race. This was an opportunity to help every being that had been held down and hidden away to rise up and take control of.. of anything it wanted to, however big or small that might be. To have the means to paint the vista seen before them, or to create an entirely new panorama of their own, and this is what I intended to do.
Capsuleer training for me was hard, I mean really hard. Yet I held on to this vision and it propelled me forward. I knew what my goal was, I had a place to put my heart and I was more determined than I had ever been in any previous endeavor. The years rolled by in a seemingly unending stream, but I pushed on, onwards until it began to feel that I was no longer pushing against the tide, but being pulled along with it. I worked harder and longer than ever before and eventually I had made it. I felt that my time had arrived and I was truly able to do some good in this universe. How naive I was.
The end of the capsuleer program was only the beginning of the next round. Once I had forever left the feeling of solid earth behind me, I began the fight up the ladder in space. This was more than I had ever expected, but I never forgot the day by the water, I pushed on.
There were many that called me "friend" only to take advantage of me and push me in front of the nearest blaster or laser when I thought I had gained their trust. There were many who took advantage of my determination. When I had begun to fill my wallet, often were the times when others would empty it without a second thought.
I had begun to despair. My thoughts of revolution began to wane and I began to believe that there were no honest souls amongst the stars, few who shared my values and beliefs, and fewer who were willing to make those beliefs a reality. I wandered lonely through the stars helping those I could in any way I could, praying for the day that I would find those with whom I could walk alongside.
I think this is where I began to lose who I was, spending endless months, or perhaps even years, in spaceports around the fringes of the galaxy, fighting for someone else's cause that I did not truly believe in myself, rolling through the endless days. I believe it was there that I first heard the whispers of a true revolution on the solar winds. I rubbished it at first, having almost forgotten my own true goals, but as the rumours increased in volume, my determination returned. The memories of my home came back to me, and I reawakened.
Now was my time, this was the place, and these were the pilots I was to fight alongside.

Oppressors beware, I am here. I am here to break your castle, to tear down your ramparts, to dry your moat, and to use your cannons against you. This is my time, and the time of the free. No longer will you cast your barriers upon us, space is infinite, and has no boundaries.

Always stock up on school supplies my Minmitar friend. Writing things down is sometimes good policy especially when you are pron to senior moments and forget what planet you are from.