Shadows of the Past

My first memory was waking up in an alley, pain and exhaustion coursing through my body as I stumbled to my feet. My mind was a haze as I staggered around and tried to make sense of my situation. It was as I fumbled around that I caught sight of my reflection and bore witness to the mangled state of my body. Scars and metal across my body, with this big red glowing eye prominent on my face. I was a Cyber, and if the damage on my body was any indication, I didn’t exactly become one by choice.

What happened to render me in such a state of mind and body? I still have no idea.

However, I did have some good fortune; as my dazed stumbling eventually carried me into the presence of a people who I would come to trust. Engaged in a melee with a local gang; I found myself drawn into the conflict as the thugs descended on me. That was when I gained some potential clue to my past, my body moved on instinct as I tore into them. When the fight was over, I was standing with my newly made friends over the heap of bodies we left beaten and broken.

With no leads on my past and life before waking up in that alley, making new friends was a life saver. So, I joined with the Null Wraiths, a group that exceled in… dealing with individuals who skirted justice and were in desperate need of a reckoning. My skills proved to be of ample use in that regard; my handling of sniper rifles allowed me to down targets from distance, while a combination of revolvers and blades in my arms gave me medium to melee range capability. My time with the Wraiths allowed me to further hone my skills and learn how to best make use of my mechanical body. It was also enjoyable for the time I got to spend with my family, with new memories to make up for losing the old.

But, my past was something I desperately wanted to reclaim. To know how I ended up the way I am now. I eventually took my leave of the Wraiths’ employ, heading out to find something, anything, that would shed light on my situation. Of course, I still needed to make money, so I threw myself into the bounty hunter game. Turns out the skills I put to use for the Wraiths are good for multiple professions. I also still would do some wet work if I was ever in the area the Wraiths were working, in turn they’d help me whenever I needed.

Now, I’ve been given the chance to something that could give me my past back. The Soul Hunter, a ship tailor made to hunt down the mythical Adamant Soul. Though I have found myself throwing myself in with some new faces, some a bit strange even by my standards. Still, I feel I can trust them; which is worth its weight in gold since a prize like the Adamant Soul will take our all to claim.

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