A lot of people ask: Why does Hoyt Volker hate the natives and the Rakyat so much?

This is a story that answers that question.

Hoyt Volker was a fresh new face to an old business. Just turned 21 and already killed his father and employer/teacher in front of his family. He had already established his position in the slave and drug trading business as a feared and respected leader.

In the beginning, Hoyt didn't mind working around the natives as long as they stayed out of his way and left his business alone. Nobody would be hurt or sold on Rook Islands. He captured any "Visitors" to his island, selling them to anybody who wanted them. An old friend always bought the young ones for his son, Buck. Buck was only 10 years old, but loved to torture and rape anybody his dad would let him. Hoyt found it a bit sickening, but didn't care due to the amount he would pay for just one boy.

business was picking up as Hoyt built his name in the slave industry and as his slaves sold, so did his drugs. Hoyt was living the high life, but had nobody to share it with and it made Hoyt a bit unhappy, but not enough to upset him completely. Until one particularly sunny day on Rook Islands, Hoyt did an inspection of the outposts surrounding his compounds and saw a lurking tourist, lost in the woods. She was a brunette with short hair and grey eyes.

"Stop." He couldn't help but say as he just watched the girl look around scared. "I'm going to see if she needs any help." The men around him laughed, as they thought he was being sarcastic. He walked up to the girl, and she turned towards him.

"Oh thank god. This is a bit embarrassing but I seem to be lost." Hoyt chuckled. Holding his hands behind his back he walked closer.

"You might want keep a map with you, it helps." The girl looked at him unimpressed with his humor.

"I just need a way back to camp." Hoyt shrugged and led her to his jeep.

"These are my men." Hoyt pointed to the jeep, and the soldiers were confused as to why she wasn't already knocked out. She backed away when she saw the guns and ammo strapped to them. "No don't be alarmed. It's just for animals, they are quite aggressive." She jumped into the jeep next to the strange man.

"So why do you have your own protection detail? Are you the President or something?"

"Yeah, something like that." This intrigued the girl. After Hoyt broke the ice, she got friendlier. "My name is Hoyt." He stuck out his hand to shake hers. She paused before adding herself into the conversation.

"Artemisia." She shook Hoyts hand with quite a grip.

"The queen of Halicarnassus?" She was taken aback by his knowledge

"Somebody knows their history."

"Right hand woman to Xerxes in 480 B.C if I'm not mistaken." She smiled at him.

"You most definently are not mistaken."

When she arrived back at camp, she almost didn't want to get out of the car. She wanted to stay with the man. He shook her hand one last time and drove off.

"Sir, I'm confused. Are we going to come back and capture them?" Hoyt looked up.

"No, they're off limits." He was still trapped in a bit of a trance with her beauty and the sound of her voice.

"I'll let the men know."

"Please do." When they got back to the compound, Hoyt sat in his chair and put his feet up on the desk still thinking of this woman. Hoyt never found himself to be a guy in love, but was this it? A smile on his face every time he though of her, which was every second. A privateer came rushing in.

"Sir! We have a guest." Hoyt stood to his feet and looked out the window to find Artemisia standing at the gate.

"Did she follow us?" He turned to the privateer.

"Don't know. She just showed up."

"And I just dropped her off." He walked around the desk towards the door and made his way to the gate. All the privateers were staring at her like meat, which caused me to let out a small growl.

"Hoyt." Hoyt smiled at the sound of his name being called by a voice so sweet.

"Artemisia? I just dropped you off." He joked around but he really just wanted to hug her, he felt like he knew her.

"Please, Art. Can we talk." Hoyt nodded and pointed to his office.

"This way." He guided her through the privateers who were still staring. Hoyt gave a glare that made everybody turn and go the other way. She made her way into the large office which was filled with cocaine. Shit.

"What is this?" She picked up one of the bags and Hoyt's heart stopped.

"Nothing." Hoyt wanted her to know, but he didn't at the same time.

"It's exactly what I think it is huh?" He nodded and bowed his head down in shame.

"Get your head up." This surprised Hoyt as he stood strait

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm a straight forward person, so here it goes. Hoyt I like you. Actually it feels like more. This island is so isolated from anywhere; I don't care about the drugs. I feel connected to you." Hoyt loved her honesty and it was just how he felt. He looked down and chuckled while running his hand through the greased back locks.

"Really?" He smiled and got closer. "That's exactly how I feel about it." He put his pointer finger and thumb under her chin pulling her lips closer to his until they touched. Carried away by the passion of the moment, Hoyt carried her to his bed and the relationship between Hoyt and Art got very serious very fast.

It didn't take long before Hoyt offered her the most powerful position a woman could have on the island, being his wife. She said yes and so began the leadership of Hoyt and Artemisia Volker.

Hoyt and Art ruled with the personality of a king and queen. They were treated as such and never left each others side. Like a fairy tale.

Hoyt had given Art control of the drugs because she had too much of a conscience for Slave trading. Hoyt was in his office and Art could tell he was stressed to his breaking point.

"Baby, need help?" Hoyt looked up with a smile and put his work down.

"No, I know how you feel about the slave part of business." She went around his desk and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You know how I feel about you?" Hoyt smiled and nodded. "Well then, you should know I can't stand to see you so stressed. I wanna help." Hoyt leaned in for a kiss but was interrupted by a privateer.

"What do you want?" He said angrily.

"You're gonna want to see what the boys dragged in." Art got off of Hoyt and they walked outside hand in hand.

"Sweetie? Where's your wedding band?" Hoyt asked his wife. Art looked down and found that she was in fact missing her wedding band. Art got upset very fast.

"I don't know. Shit."

"Don't worry. We'll find it; let's just see whats so important for an interruption." Once they got over to the jeep surrounded by men, the soldiers made a path.

"What the hell is going on here?" They looked in the back shocked to find a native boy with a rather large gash over his left eye.

"This boy killed half of our group. We finally were able to knock him out." Hoyt grabbed the bridge of his nose.

"You do realize this could be trouble with the locals, right?" The soldier nodded and continued.

"We didn't know what to do, he attacked us." Hoyt went up to the boy and wiped the blood off his forehead a bit, revealing the wound. The pain caused the boy to awake, frightened. When he did everyone raised their weapons to his head.

"Lower your guns!" Art yelled, as she looked at the boy. They did as she asked and the boy relaxed a little as they did.

"What's your name boy?" Hoyt asked with a tone. I smacked the back of his head. "What?"

"Tone." Hoyt smiled and tried again with a more conferting manner.

"What's your name son." He looked back at Art for approval.

"Very good."

"Fuck off." Art laughed and everyone returned their attention to the boy.

He was dark skinned with a short Mohawk. Although it was not up due to the blood wetting it down. He wore a bright jade pendent and multiple necklaces.

"Vaas." He said with a Spanish tone.

"Vaas, why did you attack my men today? We try to avoid you."

"I heard that it was what's going to happen. Kid's aren't allowed but I joined anyway." Hoyt's face tensed up.

"Join what?" He was hurrying for an answer.

"The Rakyat is what they are calling themselves, Warriors." Hoyt got frustrated with the fact that he has never harmed a single native and yet…they feel the need to attack him and his organization. Hoyt pulled Art to the side.

"He killed off most of the group, mean 3 men at least, by himself. He's a native, so he knows the territory and how they work. We could use him." Art smiled.

"Yes we could. Make him feel special, that way his ego goes with us and not them." Hoyt nodded and they proceeded back to the boy.

"Vaas. You killed, what was it?" He asked the privateer who brought him in.

"Four men sir."

"Four men on your own. That's amazing; you couldn't be more than 16." Vaas smiled, it was working.

"They wouldn't let you join them, probably because they know you already outrank them. I know better. How would you like to work for me?" Vaas sat back and thought about it for a few moments, but everyone knew he was leaning towards yes. Just to put the last nail in the coffin. " You'll have unlimited access to drugs, women and power. Sound good?"

"Yes sir, it does." That was it, we had a native warrior in our hands.

"Beautiful. Why don't we get you stitched up? You could bleed out with a head wound like that. Call the doctor." He directed towards one of his men. "Vaas, follow me." He got up and immediately held out his arm to escort Art.

"Wow, also a little gentleman." Hoyt turned and laughed.

"Kid, you are full of surprises. Make sure she stays safe 100% of the time."

"Yes sir." They all walked into Hoyt's office and Vaas saw all the cocaine everywhere. "Woah."

"Told you, all the drugs and power you want."

"Hey you said women too." Hoyt raised an eyebrow at Vaas.

"That I did, that I did." He pulled up a seat and Vaas sat down. "You know what I do then Vaas?"

"Slave and Drug running."

"Atta boy. You have no problems with this?"

"Nope."

"Good, You can be on my wife's protection detail until further notice." Vaas looked up with charm. "Down boy. One thing I will not put up with is flirting with her. Got me?"

"Yes sir." Vaas bowed his head down.

"Good. Now, where the hell is that doctor?" On cue the doctor walked into the office. "Oh, there he is."

"Oh my god. Who are you and why do you have such a big gash on you head?"

"Doctor this is Vaas, a priority 1 in this camp."

"Well, this is going to leave a rather large scar."

"Cool." Vaas said smiling at the doctor.

"Alright, but the stitches with hurt, unless we knock you out. Hoyt?"

"Yeah, I got it." Hoyt went over to his cabinet to pull out a rag and douse it with a liquid. "Alright boy, deep breath in." Vaas did as Hoyt said and passed out.

"Alright, Give me say a half an hour." Hoyt grabbed Art and left the room.

"So he could be it." Art started.

"What?"

"We've always wanted a son." Hoyt shook his head.

"No, he's too…" He trailed off.

"Much like you?"

"Exactly, I don't want that for our child." Art couldn't help but laugh.

"Seriously? C'mon Hoyt, we are keeping him anyways."

"Fine. We can treat him as if we birthed him, but if he is an inside or trader, he dies. No accepting."

"Fine."