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Mathias Sinistar

The Many Masks of Mathias: Prologue

Who am I? A question that has plagued the minds and scratched at the souls of people since the dawn of time. A question that has been shouted at the heavens, and held silently in the hearts in equal measure. The most obvious answer is your given name, the most worn mask in the play of life. To that end, I'll introduce myself. I'm Mathias Sinistar, a capsuleer, and a proud Minmatar pilot. I've lived planetside, stationside, ship-side, pod side, and left more then a few of my frozen corpses in the dead vacuum of space. I've made myself comfortably wealthy and uncomfortably poor, I've traded, pirated, mined, and flattered my way through life. Who am I though, truly? What is it that I do and how do I act? Hell if I know, I've worn more masks then most actors, though I plan to dust off as many  of my old ones as I can, and record any freshly minted ones, to place here, for posterity, and possibly for people's enjoyment.

So where did I come from? What could make a seemingly average Minmatar take to heavens with starry-eyes? Simple really. I came to space for the same reason that many people do, especially those of the Matar. The promise of riches and freedom, a drive that has lead humans into many places, good and bad. But, the best starting place is always the beginning...

I was born the son of two Sebiestor's. My father used to work as a crew member on Capsuleer's mining vessel, making sure the strip miners were kept in relative repair, and helping pack the ore into the hull of the Hulk, or jettison it, whatever was necessary. Unfortuneatly the Hulk was brutally attacked during a low security mining operation, and was nearly destroyed. While the capsuleer took the time to replace the crew and fix up the mining crew, my father couldn't go on ships again for the rest of his life, instead deciding to settle down in a low security system in Metropolis by the name of Auner. There he met my mother, a cabaret dancer, who had never really been one for commitment. In the end, I was a "happy accident," like many of the sons and daughters in the slums of run down planet in low security space.

 I grew up an anxious child. Listening to my father's tales of space travel, even his tales of the excrutiating duldrum of an average mining operation, I marvelled at what could be up there. Outside of the gravitational pull of this hell hole of a planet, I imagined the stars lined with gold plated mercoxit, every asteroid holding riches beyond my wildest dreams. My father tried to quell these rampant dreams of mine, but every chance I could I snuck off to holovid theaters to watch and rewatch old ISD footage of the Gallente-Caldari War, or the aerial ballet on display in the Alliance Tournaments.

Eventually, my wildest dreams would be realized. An entourage of the Republic Fleet came to the planetside of Auner for supplies that the nearby space stations didn't have. Foodstuffs mainly. In the meantime, they decided to hold an open recruitment for capsuleer pilots. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, not everyone could become a capsuleer pilot. Anyone with a sound mind and good sense could be a space pilot, sure, but a capsuleer took a specific talent that not many people had. Obviously, my dreams got the better of me. I snuck off, once more without my father's permission, and, at the ripe age of 19, took the Republic Fleet's test... and passed.

 I was ecstatic, obviously .I was going to be a member of the Republic Fleet! I was going to space at last! I was going to shoot at Amarrian's, race through asteroid belts, and make a fortune for me and my family! Course, it didn't really turn out like that, but thats what I was thinking as the thousand some new recruits, not all future capsuleer's, mind you, huddled onto a series of Ground-to-Space craft, and made the first wonderous explosive lift off into a new and awe inspiring world...

Published Jul 19 2008, 08:11 PM by Mathias Sinistar
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