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LARRY is a Rashkir: he was born a long time ago in the Federation Rashkir Cluster, maybe in Wayaan, but nobody really remembers. Since his birth it was easy to understand that he would not have been a "quiet man": he took his Sabre and he crossed the Universe towards the zone controled by the Empire. He finally joined the Empire and settled in the Empire Skaarj Cluster. His next ship was a Ficon, a really little ship that a few people like because it's too small for trading. But what was evident too was that Larry was not born to trade: he was born to fight, or better... he was born to kill. With his little ship he started killng the creatures he crossed and he began to understand his real nature. Sometimes he felt horror for himself, but he could not do anything to change. Until he finally decided to change his ship for a Spectre: it was a bigger ship, not really made for fighting, and Larry began to trade and trade and trade. He made some money and he settled in Olbea, where the alliance of the Imperial Order of Olbea caught up the scope of making him a quiet Rashkir. Al least, that was what everyone thought when he finally bought a Constrictor. The "Connie" is a really good ship, big and tough, ideal for trading, but the most different thing we can think of from a fighter. Larry continued to trade, becoming the main upkeeper of the whole sector. Something changed when they told him that to achieve his goals he had to reach a higher rank in the Empire. He began to travel, installed more powerful guns on his Connie and began to rank. Rank was fun, as he could kill again. Unfortunately, he had just installed two brand new gatling lasers when his killer instinct came out again. Crossing two almost harmless pilots he cannot avoid the temptation of shooting them down. But he was in an alliance and those guys really helped him: he didn't want to make them have troubles for his faults. So he sold the lasers and began trading again. A short period passed and the "call" came up again: Larry could not live anymore in that harmless metal box. Neither he wanted to create problems to the Order; he left the alliance, and bought one of the most deadly ships in the Universe: a Shadow Stealth Craft. It was a really tiny ship, but manageable and well armed. The kills began to grow in number and nothing seems to can stop Larry's instinct: all what he's going to leave behind him are smoking wrecks and... a LEGEND. |
