"None of you understand. I am not locked in here with you. You are locked in with
me."
I am not one to believe in reincarnation, but the odds seem to be I have been dealt a bad hand:
As I woke up yet another time in this body of mine, I now find myself in the belly of the beast. The race who so viciously destroyed everything I loved has captured me. My reaction...was not pleasant.
I think I have hit rock bottom this time, so I think I have nothing to lose by playing rough. I know I will think this many times soon.
This world of mine has certainly gave me a vicious blow. Even the breaking of my chains, when all the odds are in my favor, has proven a miserable exercise. It is like even physics hate me: MY mass drivers don't intercept shots, but THEIRS do.
With my ship dripping with the blood of the escape pods I ran over in my firefight, I am able to gaze upon the virgin solar system that I shall wreck in good time:
I see that on the strategic level I am also in deep trouble. Potential allies are weak and despise me, the few who are strong are also those who must die.
There is a lot of work to do.