Arkimus Black

I was once called a "mercenary," Navigating the outer rims of low sec with only one Objective. Recon missions were standard, one or two casualties a week. this line of work wasn't for the weak and faint, nor was it payed enough for the shit we had to go through.\xa0

Two days out from Paragon Soul, and my ship had come to a hault. Systems are scrambled, thrusters webbed. Radar picks up four unidentified objects closing in fast.

An elite band of "pirates" surround the hull of my very ship. Intercom crackles, then a raspy voice hails in, "We've been expecting you, Arkimus Black."\xa0As I awaited my sentence of death, I was surprised as to why my ship hadn't been targetted yet.\xa0

For what I had thought would be a swift execution, had now turned into an opportunity of fortune and infamy. For you see, these pirates had a need, a need for a trained killer, and were willing to pay handsomely for it.

I had little choice. join them, or die...