Storm On Gielinor

''Crime doesn't pay. It never does. I, the Captain of the Fists of Fear, have a duty to uphold as the main security force in this galaxy. Once mercenaries for hire, we now have become official police. Only once or twice has a criminal gotten away from us - and trust me, we catch virtually everyone on our trail. No one gets away.''

''My race, the Deinactites, are very few in number these days. A lot of them were on the dubbed lost fleet, which was found, eventually... in pieces. This shook me to the core, I had family on board the Obliterator and as starfighter pilots. Can you imagine the reaction I had when I found out? Furious. When I found out the killers... I had to take action.''

''I thought the humans were worth protecting, but inside their innocence there was a terrible monster waiting to be unleashed. The same person who fought valiantly for his world, saving it countless times. It means nothing to me, now!''

''I shall destroy that scumbag! I have the jurisdiction to do so! I will steal the last breath from his body, I want to be the one who stands over his dying body and say:''

You got owned.