There are a lot of things I don’t care about. I don’t care about my homeworld. I don’t care about politics or history. I don’t care about philosophy and ‘traditional’ culture.
I do care about one thing. Real bad. I care about my family. Not my genetic family, they’re a collection of failures and losers (with one notable shining exception). The family I’ve put together. RFCB. This collection of weird fucks and outsiders who make ears bleed and police cry.
There’s a storm about to break. A vote and a ship in orbit, ready to rain hell down on us. I don’t care about the big questions of the fate of New Gyr, or the power plays of megacorporations. I care about how they affect the people I love. Members of the band have suffered at the hands of Enterios or Triskele. Members have been victimized by the Stormriders. We thirst for freedom, and in the face of a strange and terrifying universe, we refuse to back down. We’re mad as fuck and we’re not going to take it anymore.
Normally, I wouldn’t care about the vote. But it directly affects the people I love, augments and androids and innates. So now I care a lot. Say no to Enterios. Say no to Triskele. Of all the corps, Atoll is the least of a total fuckstorm, but I’m inclined to say no to them too. I don’t care what you do pick; I like the idea of the AIs running themselves, but whatever the fuck. Hand power to the local government if you really need to. I do care that you say no to the corps.
As for the Stormriders? They’re scum, and not the fun kind of scum. They’re murderers and slavers. Give them an inch, and they’ll try to take a planet. Give them a planet, and they’ll try to take the galaxy. Give them hell, and an extra kick in the genitals for me. I’ll do the same for you.
We fight in the blackest of nights now. But it’s always darkest before the dawn. And by the Dawn, we’re going to fucking win.
My name is Bellicose Penumbra. My name is Bez Ral Mina. And I intend to fight for my family.
~ Bellicose Penumbra