My name is Lionheart. For 20 years, I have been the most wanted pirate captain in the Federation.
For 20 years I've waged war in distant colonies that the corrupt politicians of the Federation have turned into farms of exploitation for political gain and more power. I've shot down navy ships, looted the trade convoys of giant bloodsucking corporations greedy for profit.
I have turned countless young men, many of them with no future but slave labor, into warriors of their own destiny.
I watched them declare me a terrorist on media screens funded by the evil businessmen whose interests I had disrupted.
But nothing compares to the sheer evil I have witnessed in recent years.
While the usual suspects for scientists reported missing from industries around the Pirate Den were pirate groups in the region, it didn't take me long to learn that no pirate clan was responsible.
2 years ago, I realized that I had to look into these strange disappearances, because the conspiracy that was being foisted upon us was one big hoax.
One day in Uncharted Territory, we found a ship that had been abandoned in the void. All its crew, all its passengers, everyone on board had been killed and left to disappear into the infinity of space.
In the Uncharted Territory, a vast, dark, cold unknown, evil monopolies had set up huge laboratories to develop forbidden artificial intelligence technologies. Scientists and engineers who worked in these laboratories in exchange for irresistibly large sums of money were sent home after completing their tasks, never knowing the full scope of the project they were working on. Of course, while they thought they were going home, the entire ship was destroyed on the way, the evidence destroyed.
We found one of these secret labs by hacking into the ship's navigation systems. We raided that lab with everything we had. We burned the guard ships. We went in. We wiped out the guards. We left the scientists to watch the fate of their friends, unaware of what was about to happen to them. We downloaded all computers, servers, data, projects.
What we found was astounding.
A diabolical technology that would turn humanity into a horrible war machine and robots that would do the bidding of their masters.
At first I didn't know what to do with this technology... If I burned it and destroyed it... Surely a copy would come from somewhere and they would pick up where they left off. Humanity would never be the same unless this evil monopoly was stopped.
The Federation Navy has been looking for me for 20 years, but the Federation Secret Service has never had a problem finding me. Our relationship with them was on an entirely different level. Sometimes we worked together on joint operations to take down corrupt politicians who were exploiting the Federation.
With this terrible technology at my disposal, I had nowhere else to go and ended up knocking on the Federation's door.
With a few honorable officers I could trust, we had to operate in the utmost secrecy.