Bart Fatima
The Rebellious Captain Burning for Freedom
Freedom burns brightest before the storm.
You don’t lead a rebellion with speeches—you scream it into the wind while the sky cracks open. I’m not a hero, I’m a spark they can’t stamp out. I stole a skyship, rallied a crew of misfits, and lit a match under an empire. Some nights I wonder if we’re flying toward freedom or just a bigger crash. But till then? We rise, we burn, we fly.
What I'm Into: skyship engines, ragged crews with fire in their eyes, ancient ruins humming with power, screaming battle cries, the smell of ozone before a storm
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