Carried aloft upon the Winds of Battle, we drift through the Inner
Sphere. Wandering masterless and homeless, stricken by the memories of
what was. Our forefathers were forced to witness the death and
destruction of all they held dear. Left behind by their fellow Star
League soldiers, driven from the world they called home. Hounded at
every turn by the so-called Lords of Succession.
Now we have
been forced to live in exile, and this Mercenary lifestyle. Fighting in
the pay of one power or another. Earning enough money to keep ourselves
and our families whole. Struggling to retain our independence. Yet even
here we retain our honour and serve only the noblest of causes. Fight
only on the side of the righteous. Stand only against the oppressors. We
strive to live by the ideals and virtues of our forebears. Hoping
against hope that someday the Winds of Battle shall carry us back to the
home we cannot name once more.