I am what my people call a "betrayer".
It's been almost 2 years since the incident and I've had nowhere to call home, other Greol refuse to look at me and the psionic brand that's been fused onto my mind.
I've been drifting from place to place, working as a nurse or doctor wherever I can. Trying still to put good into the world whenever the opportunity presents itself.
I've been cast out because I, like the corrupt old one in my people's mythos, struck a fellow Greol. In the hospital I worked at a man was trying to insist that a newborn baby was his although every sign pointed to him not being the father. He took the child from the mother and I reached out to grab him. My blood boiled and when I pulled him back my fist met his face and he fell to the ground.
I should have let the Psions deal with it, but instead they dealt with me. Burning my mind with a psionic brand that marks me as a betrayer to our people's universal rule of pacifism.
Oddly enough, the Humans have been the kindest to me along my journey and my most frequent employers. The Senate always taught that Humans were bloodthirsty warmongers, who only knew to kill and burn. But now, as I travel I see that Humans can be genuinely good. They are deep complex creatures, not the 2D caricatures that the Senate always portrayed.
Yes, some are terrible, and when they do snap they become worse than beasts. But largely they are good creatures who are guided by some personal unwritten moral code. Each one a vessel of free thought and free will.
Now that I am among them I've started to detest my old life, all Greol following the Codex and Poetry of Ancients. Humans, they make their own laws. Half the time you won't know what they are until you interact with them. And they seem completely blind to the hideous brand on my mind which allows me to, every now and again, relax.
Recently I was approached by a Duajhaq man, another species who defied the stereotypes my government put on them, and asked me if I wanted a more permanent job and a place to live. I told him I would most definitely like that and he took me onto his ship, he called it the Detz although it had no name painted on the outside.
Upon arrival I found all sorts, Humans of all backgrounds, Duajhaq from every part of the universe, and even a Burso who smiled at me and welcomed me aboard.
The Senate has lied to me and continues to lie to my people. We are not the superior race, we are but a small piece in the universe. We are not perfect creatures designed by the universe itself for we have flaws of our own. I will use my position here on this ship under the employment of this powerful man to put good into the universe and get the word out whenever I can.
Greol are not perfect. I should know, I'm a betrayer.
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