[ WP ] You are a supervillain named The Keymaster . Instead of creating grand plans to conquer the world , all you do is run around and free other captured supervillains from prison , after the superheroes defeat them .

Out of all the assignments I had ever undertaken, this was perhaps my most draining attempt. The `` prison'' -- a ramshackle outpost on the far side of Acheron VII -- scarcely deserved its title. Technology had always taken its time to progress from the Core to the Outer Colonies, so many of the guards were armed with archaic firearms that still ran on chemical propellants. I'm normally partial to stealth, but I took a perverse enjoyment in making as much noise as possible before I freed my target. There was a local militia: a group of smugglers and outlaws who wanted nothing more to free their brothers and sisters locked up in Federation prison. My reputation as the Keymaster had proceeded me. When they found out that I could help them free their friends, they offered me their guns. 
 
 I'd diverged from the main group at some point during the main assault, moving down thin corridors while the militia engaged the authorities throughout the main complex. Earlier, I managed to find schematics of the base, which had proved instrumental as I attempted to avoid security, who were allocating their men to deal with the outlaws in the front yard. Within a few minutes of searching for the right cell, I had found it: Cell Block 1131//Detention Level AA-4.1//Seventh floor. 
 
 Normally prisons were n't this large, nor did they have this many stairs, but this prison had served as a hub for dangerous outlaws in this region of the Outer Colonies for decades. Its looming presence was perhaps the defining monument of this entire planet. It had become infamous for its dangerous inmates, and cruel wardens, though it'd become rundown over the years. Luckily for me, the security system seemed almost entropic. I stepped into the open cell, and gazed upon its occupant. 
 
 Michael Drake was young to be an outlaw, but then again, you did n't find too many old criminals this far out in space. He still bore the wounds his lifestyle had inflicted on him, however. His eyes were bruised, but still shone with the fiery independence that I had fallen for all those years ago. Where his right arm once was, a black prosthetic had taken its place, though it had been shackled to the wall by cuffs. When I walked in, he looked up at me with a familiar smile, and I felt the urge to shoot him right then and there. If it had been up to me, I would have left him in here to rot, but he was a particularly influential criminal, and that was something the'verse had been lacking since he was caught. 
 
 `` Celina Ulysses Galahad.'' He said, though without his familiar confidence. Right now he seemed hollow, and that realization tugged at my heart. `` I never thought that you'd come back for me...'' He let his words hand in the air as I walked over to him, and with a quick slash of my vibro-knife, cut his prosthetic arm free. I brushed my blonde hair out of my face as I stood him up, and jabbed something into his gut. It was the butt of his pistol, that I had stolen off of a turnkey on my way inside. He grunted, but accepted the gift, and we silently made our way out of his cell. We walked briskly towards the exfiltration zone. But I could tell that something was bothering him, and I was n't surprised when he opened his mouth to speak his mind. `` Celina... Keyamster, whoever you've become... Why did you come back for me?'' 
 
 Instinctively, I turned around and punched him in the face. Harder than I should have, but I do n't regret a thing in hindsight. `` You left me on our wedding day, Michael. You are the reason our child is dead. You are the only reason I'm a goddamn vigilante, and not enjoying the life that I freaking deserve,'' I jabbed a finger into his shoulder, `` And the only f [... ] ing reason I did n't leave you in that cell to rot is because the galaxy needs you. Not because I need you. And we both know that the last time I needed you, you did jack-shit.'' I basically hissed out the last words, snarling as I let years of anger and spite flow from my mouth. `` Do you think that I like being the Keymaster? That I like keeping the Feds out of the colonies by freeing scum like you to fight for us? You turned me into this.'' 
 
 There was an awkward silence between us then, as he rubbed his jaw, and I brushed the hair out of my face as I let the last echoes of my outburst bounce off the prison walls. In the distance, gunfire could still be heard, but there was less of it now as the militia began to overwhelm the hapless guards. Michael took a step towards me with his hand outstretched, but it was merely to wipe a tear from my eye, and to hold my head up to face him. It was a gentle gesture, one that I did n't think he was still capable of. `` I would never expect you to forgive me. My actions were reckless and cruel, and I do n't expect that I'll be able to atone for them. But someday, I hope that you'll understand why I did what I did.'' He took a step back, and suddenly, he was his old self again. He let out his trademark grin, and said heartily, `` So c'mon, Keymaster. The Colonies are n't gon na free themselves, y'know.'' 
 
 We made it out safely that day, and after a brief rendezvous with the Militia and the freed prisoners, we went our own ways. I expect that I'll run into Michael again -- some kind of dick-move by fate, obviously -- but hopefully he'll be the force for good that I know he has the potential to be. I saw something when I fell in love with him, I know it, and I'll continue to tell myself that until the day I die. But for now, I'll keep working to free the Colonies from Federation rule. The Keymaster's work is never finished.
