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You know what the Sylerians think of women. And honestly, when it comes to their own, I suppose it's a perfectly natural way to
think. A female sylerian has all the intelligence of a brood mare.....~spoken with tones of disdain~... And it's pretty well understood
that they simply can't comprehend the equality of male and female in the human race. .....Well...big dumb oafs that they are, they
are also wiley and deeply devious. They only want humans to think that they'd never dream of taking a woman seriously.
You know how hard it is for humans to get any sort of decent education now. Especially girls and women. When I was about 15,
just finishing basic education without a hope of going any farther, I was approached by two Sylerians who offered me a deal.
They would give me a waiver to attend any Upper School of my choice and study any subject I wished....if I would simply work
for them on a sporatic basis.
I took it. At the time I had no idea what they were talking about and it actually took a few years to find out because they didn't
bother me for that long. After studying archeaology and xenthropology, I found myself whisked away for crash coarses in
weapons, technologies, space- and ground-flight....and spy craft.
Now hear me out before you go jumping to ANY conclusions. I kept myself totally clean on the first assignment and did exactly
what they told me to do...got friendly with one of the minor rebel leaders and stole some documents from him. To this day, I have
no idea what those documents were....and most likely he was working for them and it was all a test. .....But the next time, I was
asked to infiltrate a known rebel colony and find out the flight schedules of the Merchant ships. The very first opportunity that
presented itself, I approached a man named Bangor....~she smiles~....and explained the predicament I was in. I despised the
Sylerians and despised myself even more for being a puppet that belonged to them. Bangor took me under his wing and ever
since....I've been a double-agent.
On the surface, as you know, Bangor is the leader of the colony on Terrian-IV. And he uses his place there to keep the Sylerians busy
with a lot of red-herrings and tail-chasings, always trying to suppress the "rebels" there......but his true work is far deeper than
that. He runs an extensive spy network and is actually one of three people who keep the Merchant Ships running, making sure
they are where they need to be with what is needed there.
Until I met you...Bangor is really the only other person in the galaxy that I truly trust. And the only other person that knows most
of my story. But even he doesn't know about the cruiser.
I'd gotten myself into a very sticky situation...on a Merchant ship whose location I was supposed to give over so the cruiser could
destroy it. The cargo it carried was....well......precious. Far too precious to allow any harm to come to it. ~Her gaze was
penetrating~....I've had to sacrifice others....not many...not often....but every soul that has ever died becaues of my actions is
etched on my soul. I couldn't bear that burden that time. My original plan had been to use my Sylerian connections to bluff our
way out with the cruiser's Captain. But when we were boarded...one of the pigs turned out to be the very same one who
recruited me. There was no way he would buy the lie. So I killed him and his team. And then we had to leave rather quickly.
Well...there's no way to outrun a cruiser for long...and so we tested a theory of mine...snuck in behind it before they knew
anything was wrong...and shot a neutron cannon blast up their ass. ......~A hard glint flickers in her eyes~....Over a thousand
Sylerians died that day...including females and young that they carry with them even on their warships....and not a single one of
them echoes on my conscience.
Well, needless to say there was a pretty heavy inquiery by the Sylerians....I was their....guest....for a couple weeks while they
investigated and grilled me. But it was totally beyond comprehension that an "unarmed" human vessel carrying less than 50 people
could take down a cruiser...so it was chalked up as the freak accident that I told them it was. Eventually they let me go....and I
informed them I was "taking a break" for awhile, which they didnt' seem to mind. Since then, I've been scarce and moving around
a lot. The Scimitar will be a perfect place for me to.....live...always on the move and virtually untracable.
I couldn't risk anyone knowing the truth, not even Bangor...and wouldn't want him to get into any trouble or be connected in any
way if the truth ever came out...so I never told him, though as you say...he probably has suspicions. The Scimitar was his idea. I
can do some good work from here....
I'm not sure what the Sylerians are up to now. They've gone years without calling me for any work...which allowed me to do some great research in my fields and
build up my business. So I'm hoping I'm in one of those times now....I never really know though. If they can't find me, they can't
call me....and so long as I'm not considered a "fugitive" then they won't be aggressively hunting for me.
If they do find me...and ask me to do some work for them....then I'll tell Bangor..........and you....and maybe between the three of
us, we'll figure a way out of it.....
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