Firewall Jackson

Another Life, Another Death,mine or yours, it hardly matters, either way the stars will run with blood and the lowly scrappers shall pick at our wrecks. for my guns shall sing like thunder on the black as they burn after your hull. The shredded wires of the capsule our only respite, for every system belongs to he who flies it, every field a contest, every jump through every gate a declaration of eternal war. I am the hound, the hammer and the beating of the drum, in life and in death all shall know the reach of my ire.





I've done unspeakable things for an ungrateful nation.

Imagine what i'll do for those i love.