Kazaist

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My mother and father sired me into this world not for love, or to give s new life chance, they raised me for long enough to sell me to the best price. I was nothing more than merchandise to them. My little brother was the only one I hated about, as soon as I was sold I knew I needed to get him out. The criminal organization didn't need a slave like I thought. Instead they needed a banker and lookout. Someone who could hang around the same area for a long time when not be bothered by local authorities. To help them out they taught me how to use poison and daggers to neutralize the authority chasing any thief or assassin that the organization had. After a few years I bought myself a ticket out and went back home where I found my parents and oldest brother. Seeing no sign of my younger brother I kidnapped the elder and took him out to the woods, there I tortured him for information as to where my brother was. Unfortunately I got carried away and killed him before he gave me a location. My parents being numvol addicts I knew they wouldn't remember who they sold him to. So instead I continued to cut open my brother, leaving alone only the gold chain that he wore around his neck so my parents could see what had happened to their favorite son. Once I had done my work I hung his dead body by his foot from the old apple tree in the back yard. Then I watched for them to notice, the sound my mother made was... Delicious. My father , he just looked at the body and went looking for me, although I doubt he knew he was looking for me, his son, whom he threw to the wolves for another high. I did my mother next, there's a potent poison that is easy to synthesis and the chronic effects if dear old mom did survive she would be severally crippled for the rest of her life. The sickness ran through her her body damaging and killing even the smallest cell. One day father woke up and all that existed it mom was ashes. I wish I knew how he responded but I unfortunately don't. Finally I killed my father. I dug up my brother and strung him up in my father's room. I almost felt bad for the man as he collapsed crying on the floor. He was not an honorable man but I gave him an honorable death. I said hello father and as soon as his head shot up I stabbed my knife through his throat. And like that three of the worst people were dead.

There was not a lot of credits in the house, enough to buy my way into the military. There I worked my way as a soldier. I never out classed my fellow soldiers in battle, and it was war time so the only way to go up is to stand out and, despite the fact that I was smarter, a better fighter, and always survived longer, my superiors never acknowledge me. I personally fought a great many men, mer, and monster. I have many scares because of it, but I'm really proud of three of them. Two on my back. One on my legs. The first was given to my by my father, it reaches all the way down to my lower back, like a jagged tooth. The second is the burn right right in the middle of my thighs, where skin meets technology. I love it because the fire in the damn explosion simultaneously saved my life in the vacuumed of space and gave me so much more perfect legs. The third is the bite of a hamskil. I was lucky enough to find a rare plant on the planet that helped me to overcome the sickness the wound brought. When the crew I was apart of picked me up later I was healed at the main space ship. It was later that same year that the explosion took my legs. This one little change, a lack of legs, is what got this solider the recognition I deserved. My superior came to me and asked if I wanted my legs back. Naturally I took the opportunity and went through a surgery to fit my neurons to tech. It was the strongest sensation. The power was intoxicating. The people in charge of the program knew this so in order to curb the potential destructiveness of the soldiers in the regiment they put us all into a new training routine. The operation was permanent so those men and women who couldn't get back into the flow of the war were sold. The army could get away with this because when you sign up they make you sign this contract legally making you property of them until you bought your contract back. Generally men and women were enslaved this way. I was not going to be sold again so I worked harder. Reached to be the best in that regiment. I went into many battles and killed almost everything with only my brothers and sisters at arm's. The art we created in the war was beautiful. The people who surrounded me were the best of the best. It was exhilarating. For years myself and my comrades won war after war for the armies singlehandedly. That military took a hundred victims and made an army that could walk across the battlefield without a single problem. I began to think myself above everyone that wasn't in my regiment. So, one day they brought in a military general for the other army to be tortured for information. At this point my pride was probably far beyond what I am willing to admit, so i went in there and i got him to give up the names and enemy locations of every military outpost under his authority. This was a mistake. In a few hours my superiors were chewing me out for doing more than what i was told. My position was stripped from me and they told me the bidding for me would be tomorrow evening, unless i could get enough credits to buy back my contract. I had no other option so i contacted a good merchant and sold off my gear and that put me a little ahead of everyone else. I was still behind so i contacted the gang that had taken me from my family so long ago. I sold myself to them as muscle. They paid off the rest of my contract and i was free. I worked for them for a few years as a hindered guard for a smuggling operation they were running. Ironically enough they were smuggling numvol to and from different planets. It took me a few years to pay off my debt to them and turn a small profit. I got permanently hired onto a smuggling crew with another two other cyborgs and two humans. It's looking to be a good gig.