Bio

They’re after me.

They’re always after me.

Ever since they put this damn chip in me. They’ve been tracking me.

But I’ve got ahead of myself again – that chip must be messin’ with me in more ways then I first thought.

I was a member of a secret elite combat unit. We were going in to clean up the mess that the Galactic Government doesn’t want you to know. That’s when everything went wrong. Intelligence said the base was only defended on the ground, to prevent any suspicious space travel in the area. They lied. It was a setup from the very beginning. They musta got to them too. Hostile ship came outta nowhere and before we knew it, we hit the evac pods and had to crash land as close as we could get to the LZ.

They knew we were coming. It was a bloodbath. All my men dead. They captured me. For months I was imprisoned, but I gathered info on them. I watched. I waited. I patiently prepared for my time to escape. Finally, during a guard shift change, I was able to make my escape. I evaded their patrols for days, when I happened upon a barely functional ship. I had no choice. Under a hail of fire I made it off of the planet, but not before they were able to hit the oxygen containers. Prepared for death, I switched on the auto-pilot, set the thrusters on full, and put myself in a mild stasis to save air.

Next thing I know, I’m picked up by some military supply vessel. I tried and warn them. I tried and tell them who I was. They didn’t believe me. Days went by, they kept asking the same questions. I told them what I could, but it wasn’t good enough. I showed the docs some of my medical expertise, which they quite appreciated and even made friends with some of the crew. I think that’s when they came around. They started calling me No-Bark, ‘cause they knew what I had to say wasn’t just bark, but my stories had bite. That’s when the captain came in to see me – and I saw the truth. It was a disguise. He wasn’t who they thought he was. He was one of them, he just looked human. I had to get out of there. I told the captain I was just some poor fringer, pretending to be someone important. He bought it. Gave me some credits, a medical clearance, and let me off at the nearest trade port.

But now I know. And it is even worse than I thought. They just don’t have influence in the government – they ARE the government. They look like us. They act like us. But they are just preparing for their time to strike.

I have to warn them. I have to warn everyone. Before it is too late.

But now they know I can see them.

And now they are after me.