Admiral Welsh Warrior Returned from Nomad Captivity

Greetings Once More Sirius.

I have returned from captivity. I
escaped from Nomad Hell. I've lost everything, Ship, Credits, Weapons. I
don't even know if my squadron of The Order are still active in Sirius.
I was kept under heavy sedation and suspended animation for six months.

I
managed to escape amongst a pile of dead Order Prisoners the Nomad Cult
had captured and brought in for Questioning. They had been 'Over
Questioned' if you know what I mean. I was dragged out of one of the
torture rooms and left for dead on the floor in the corridor. They must
have had a busy morning that day 'cause within half an hour I was
covered with 25 - 30 of my dead Order Comrades. all of them had various
body parts missing and all of them had the same look of terror and pain
frozen into their blooded agonised faces. I see them all each time I
close my eyes to sleep or just even blink. I can still hear their
guttural screams of pain, forgiveness and mercy each time I find myself
in a peaceful place (and believe me in space it can be very quiet when
your floating around on your tod' in a Deactivated Anubis with no power
or engine noise to drown out the silence).

I learnt from a
very early age after being tortured by the Cult and then the Nomads when
my family's Large Transport was captured whilst we were on a Deep Space
Recon' Mission as we Navigated through some of the then uncharted
systems of Sirius. I about eight or nine when my family were killed by
the Nomads. I was playing in the hold when my father's voice came over
the Intercom for us to hide. Next thing I was a plaything for the Cult
and Nomads until I escaped aboard a Kusarian Transport bound for Honshu
with Alien Artefacts.

I was abused and tortured till the age of
fifteen. I no longer feel pain as would a normal human being. I have
developed a pain resistance technique where I can turn pain into a
vehicle to focus all my energy and thoughts and feelings into a peaceful
and calm state of mind. I have all had of my fingers and toes
re-cultured in a bio-farm as they were cut and bitten slowly off as my
captives enjoyed my cries for mercy and pain so much. I was regularly
beaten to the point of clinical death and recovered by bare electrical
cables to kickstrat my heart back to a healthy sinus rhythm.

The
last few days I have flown around Liberty in search of my fellow crew
members and friends but as of yet I have found no one. I had my debrief
and reported to the Order Board in Maine, but my whole squadron has
disappeared.

I will Find them...............................

Admiral Welsh Warrior

I found Nivek. Thank the Stars!

I'll keep searching till I find the others. The Order are needed more than ever after seeing Corsairs openly trading Artifacts in Liberty and Cultists flying around as if they were LSF. Poor Nivek has been carrying the torch alone.

I was in captivity too long and have now recovered from my physical and mental wounds. I am so glad I was able to withstand and escape before I was sent to the Unknown to be 'installed' with a nomad genome virus which would destroy my human soul and leave me under the control of them Nomad Squids.

Now it's not just for Human kinds' survival........... It's Personal. I have a score to settle against them slugs. Corsairs, Kusarians look out!!!!!! If I catch you carrying artifacts your one thing....... Mine and Space dust!!!!!!

See you out in the cold vacuum.

Admiral Welsh Warrior

It's good to have you back with us Admiral. I hope you are rested and ready, because the work is plenty. I have run into a few other members from time-to-time, but we fly different patrol hours. Again, it's good to see you. I look forward to flying with you again Sir!

Long live the Order!