Chaos ...
Chaos ...
CHAOS ...

That name sounded so vague in my ears ..
It sounded strange but known to me ..
I could not place the face attached to that name ...

CHAOS .. Wake up!!

I tried .. my head was acking ..
I started to feel dizzy the moment i opened my eyes.
A small hand grabbed mine, a minors hand.
As my vision straightend out and my eyes got used to the light
I tryed to look around.

I dont remember where i was nore what time day or year it was
I looked at myself in the broken mirror , shredded cloathes ..long beard
long hair ..and the tattoo on my arm.. it spelled Chaos ..

Now knowing that i was the one she called i tried to remember things that happened. But my mind stayed black
The chain on my neck revealed a ship ..a fighter.
Was i a pilot? .. a fighter? ..i couldnt remember

in the days that followed i tried to put pieces together
but the only thing they could tell me is that i came down from the stars .
I regaind strength and started to recon the enviroment.
And then i saw it ..Laying there in pieces...a wreck, blackened metal.
It bared the scarrs of fighting..heavy fighting.

next to the wreckage i found an escape pod with partially unfolded parachutes, so i guessed this one had a rough landing..
I tried to put y thoughts together as i lookd inside the pod
A faded picture was all that was left behind.
i only could make up some faces ..i saw mine but the others i could not remember.

I returned to the village,strangled with thoughts and flashes of my mind
the tribe elder came up to me ..He started telling

Chaos..U came down in a blaze of fire .. looking like a comet
we saved u from the crash site ..u where to wounded to get out of your pod yourself.
The way your ship looks , u have been in a big fight.

Elder, i asked .. how do u know al this? .. u seem forgive me my words...primitive .
I havent seen any ships around nore did i see a base of somesort.
How do you know what a fighter or what a pod is?

Dear chaos ..a long time ago i was a fighterpilot myself.
And just like you i got into a fight ..My wingman exploded almost immediatly upon contact.. I returned fire but they where with to many.
I tried to get away when i got this planet on my radar..
I hit my afterburners and steered away..
As i was getting closer i couldnt find a docking ring
and my sensors couldnt give me info on the planet because i was already to damaged .
I tried to fly further but my afterburner quit working ..
i tried to get to cruise speed but instead i got a rocket up my engine ..
steerles i drifted to the planet ..once gravity pulled me in ..i thought i was sure to die ..When i woke up again .. these people here took me in
and as years went by they started calling me elder
but enough about me ..

The ones that caused you to end up here are a feared clan .
BLack Legion they call themselves.
worse than pirates they kill for fun .. they think their god like
above any life in this and any universe

As the elder told me all he knew i grabbed a sharp rock and started to scratch of the name chaos.. this name wasnt right for me anymore ..
I had no memory of it ..and who i used to be

Chaos? .. i came back from my thoughts ..chaos our bleeding .. i looked at my arm ..where there once stood chaos ..there was blood
I replyed .. Chaos is no more ..

That is the choise only u can make my friend.
Do you want to stay here with us?
WHat do u mean? ..do i have a choise then?

I mean do you want to stay with us .. here in peace
Or do you want to search your past?

How do i get of this planet then? i asked

Once every rotation of our biggest moon, a trader comes here to buy some goods we make ..U can leave with him.
When you do ..try to get to the new york system, as i recall right, planet manhattan .

Ask around there for Marauders , a well known clan in those parts.


The trader came and took me with him ..it was a long flight ..couldnt remember how long because i slept most of the time ..always followd by a loud scream and the traders head above me holding me down

my memory slowly returned.. a fierce battle ..a wing of fighters
a shouting and screaming intercom ..and then the silence that followed ..
i discovered that i was wing leader .. the faded picture in my pod was a picture of me and my wingman .. my brother..dead
I swore i would have my revenge.

Manhattan ..ended up in the bar ..i walked to the bartender and asked him about Marauders ..He pointed at a man sitting at a table in the corner..

The man invited me to his table ..i sat down as he bought me a drink

The Marauders u ask? ..whats your bussines with them?

I told him the story of being shot down .. the village and the elder
Well ..what do u want from us then he asked ..and without thinking i aswered
I want revenge on the black legion..

Whats ur name he asked? ..I closed my eyes ..thought of my brother ..my wingmates ..and answered .. venger.
Well venger, im Die Volker.. head of the Marauders.
I can see that your heart is blackened but dont live on revenge..
there are more ways than one
let us show you how ..