"Mercenary work. Smugglin'. Theft. Protection. Our founder wanted the Ravagers to exist between these two big Empires. Both of 'em had their faults, one more than the other, but he wanted somethin' else. An' we had a code we was meant to strictly adhere to."

A more proper ship would have been a band of noble thieves. And as far as he's concerned the lights going off are for the men in his crew that managed to cling to that nobility and held with the code alongside him (after that crucial slip up).

"It ain't too painful to remember. I still miss doin' it." A Ravager never flies solo. Welp. Here he is. A solo Ravager.