I should be dead.
My mother, father, and brother are dead. They never stood a chance.

But I hide and eventual they found me and said they would protect me.

They were soldiers and strong and they had guns, I should have been safe.

But I wasn't, I never would be again. So now I fight back. I will track these things down and make them afraid.

Make them lose mothers and fathers and brothers. I joined the Colonial Marines because I wanted to make them pay.
And am I ready?
Affirmative.