War. The terrible thing which dragged me away from all I cared about. I was forcefully drafted... At least, it was what they told me. Said it was my duty as Crystal-Fin, as a Hylotl with "such a prestiguous background." And I saw terrible things there. Hylotls being eaten left and right, others being torn down by the enemies, the Dreaded Florans. I hate them so much for what they've done. How could I have forgotten what they did to my home? Has it been so long? Did I have to see the destruction with my own eyes to refresh the terror they inflict on the galaxy? Perhaps I did. Perhaps my relationship with my step-mother Settia deluded my eyes, and the eyes of my father. I now know what lies the Florans hide behind their innocent faces. The teeth so carefully hidden. They all deserve slow deaths. Every. Last. One of them. And so help me, I will avenge my father's and the inhabitants of my homeworld and I will deal it out myself.
