When I was young, I was just as unwilling to accept my fate, just as... naive, wasn't I...?
"You don't understand! You don't understand how powerful the Wulf Empire is. Even if we escape for a time, however vast the galaxy may be, we'll struggle to find a place where we can live." The old patriarch shook his head and sighed deeply.
If there were even the slightest chance, wouldn't he want to lead his people out of the Empire's slavery?
But who could stand against the Empire? Them? Or a bunch of pirates?
What came next after escaping Ryan Star?
If a few members of the Ryan Race were abducted by pirates, the Locke Conglomerate might not care at all. It would be no more than losing a stalk from a field of crops.
But if the entire race rebelled, Kinlock would surely be furious. With the Locke Conglomerate's military strength and influence, how could a mere Pirate Crew stand alone against such a behemoth?
Even escaping the Locke Conglomerate's territory would probably be a pipe dream.
It wasn't as though he had never resisted in his youth. But in the end, his companions had died for their ideals, one after another, while he had finally lost all heart. He could only choose the path he least wanted to take, preserving the last vestiges of strength for the Ryan Race.
"Of course I understand. In fact, I've never understood the Empire's power as clearly as I do now. They have hundreds of thousands of warships, a population numbering in the trillions, and over a thousand star systems. Their strength is enough to drive anyone to despair!" Spartacus said slowly.
During his time with the Ghost Pirate Gang, he had gained access to far more information than he ever could