Travis Kaner



My memory is gone…

My mind is black and my body is cold. As I open my eyes, I vaguely make out two women. One who later I found to be Beatrice Merzhin at the head and Mercy Moon at the foot of my lifeless body. What is this scent I’m smelling? Lavender? Sage? My limp body lay within a magic circle with these two women chanting god knows what next to me. Is that Latin? I hear the sounds of another.. ghastly figure.. I close my eyes and see her so clearly.. My inner demonic presence awoke that day.. Who really saved me? These women? Or her?

I don’t recall my life before this day. It’s as if the dark room had flipped the light switch, and my memory only starts from that circle.

I don’t know my family.

No one knows, I can’t remember. I still lie in the face of others, about my time before my accident. I can’t face the truth.

I clinged to the only people that called me “family.” Some had a very strong connection to that word; others did not.

There were only a handful of people that ever called me family. I made sure that I treated them as such.

Beatrice Merzhin slowly became my sister. A person I’d give up my life to protect. She cared for me at my lowest points moving forward. Depression, rage, and anxiety filled my following days since my accident. She took everything that was me, and accepted me. She was the first one. Maybe she knew me before my accident? I’ve always been to scared to ask. I put my absolute heart and soul into our relationship. Her tarot readings have never been wrong. Her fate was to save me that day, and my fate is to protect hers until the end.

Baby O’Conner became my brother. He recognized me one day from before my accident. He never once changed face. He always stood to look me in the eyes and tell it to me straight. He was also the type of person to take my stupid ideas and somehow make it worse. But at the end of the day, if we were together, we knew it’d work out.

Mercy Moon faded away over time. She was there to save me, but as I got lost in the world she became a doctor saving others. When I found my way back, she welcomed me with open arms. I knew that no matter what, she’d be there for me if I needed her to be.

Cash Flash may be lost to the world currently, but his memory lives on with Baby and myself. He was one of the most short sighted people I ever met. Always on the go, but never actually going anywhere, and never making it to any real destination. Life was interesting around him, to say the least.

Hanabara Forlorn was always the quiet one around me. I could tell right away we were going to get along greatly. We would just watch as our brothers and sisters continually bullied each other. She accepted me off, minimal words being expressed. Even now, we say a lot with very few words being said. That type of connection is spiritual.

The short few weeks after my awakening were some of the best times of my life. We were always together day in and day out. They were people I was able to count on, and people I based my life around protecting. They all shared a love for motorcycles. I learned to love the ride as well. The wind in my hair and the freedom at my back. I don’t know where I came from, but this allowed me to express my new self freely.

Baby was the one that really introduced me to the life I live now. The thrill of being alive has never tasted so good. The drug of adrenaline has never been so aggressive. Through our actions together, I was hooked, like the air that we breathe. I needed it.

That’s why I was devastated the day he went to jail.

Locked away forever in Bolingbrook Pen. I was never able to find him there; never able to see him. Why wasn’t he granted any visitors?

Those questions drove me mad and desperate. Bea was always there to calm my nerves. She supported me during the loss of my brother. She backed me and supported me as I found new friends and a new place to call home.

Chaos Legion

Let Our Chaos ReignThe idea of an MC was something Baby and I had years ago, something we never saw.

Frankie Fitch and I worked at Hayes mechanic shop together. It was our first day together where he asked me what my hopes, dreams, and ambitions in Los Santos were. I wasn’t sure how to even answer that question at the time, but the only thing that ever came back to me was the MC Baby and I once dreamt of. I’m certain to this day that was the only thing that peaked Frankie's interest, and the only thing he remembers from that conversation.

That spark was the only thing we needed to make our dreams come true.

Frankie and I worked tirelessly throughout the first couple weeks to get the name out there to others in the city. It took a while to get Sebastian on board, I feel, but once he was bought in, our plans really took headway. Damien came along after a month or two; and from that point on, those three boys became my brothers in arms. The core of Chaos Legion was set in stone.

We worked for months together doing anything and everything we could together, to get our name out there. To show people we exist in this crazy city. Fighting the Saints for respect, supporting the other MCs against PDM, and even fighting for our clubhouse against HVTU. We weren’t going to roll over for anyone. The boys had already lost so much together, I wanted to support them as much as I could. They accepted me as one of their brothers on a whim. I thought I wouldn’t fit in since they were already so close for years at that point, but they allowed me to be myself, accepted me, and allowed me to grow with them.

One day we got a call from Frankie, an emergency church, after he had been gone a couple days.

This clown shows up in a Hawaiian shirt with moving boxes strapped to his bike, like he’s been on or going on vacation. However, the tone of the conversation was pretty… sad. I thought that he was going to call it quits on all the hard work we put in. I was getting worried he was leaving Los Santos.. for good. He really did trick Damien and I pretty good when he threw on the Kutte; he had just gotten off the tailor. God, they are absolutely perfect in every way. It feels so good to have a proper kutte as an MC.

The only thing that was missing, was Baby, my brother, my ride, or die.

I had heard whispers from a man who had just got back from Australia.

There was a man in prison there. He got into brutal fights with guards and inmates daily. They locked him away in solitary quite regularly. They say he’s the best underground fighter in all of the prisons there. Goes by the name OC in there, but no one knows his real name. Peaked my interest enough to go investigate. I flew to Australia a couple weeks later, and purposely got caught pick pocketing in a public park, petty crime only enough for a couple of weeks. I did this in three different areas before I found the prison where OC was held.

There I saw this beaten and defeated man. I could barely call him a man, he was so lifeless.

The moment we made eye contact was life changing. I watched in that moment, a beaten a broken man, shed a single tear and begin to glow. It’s as if he regained consciousness and let everything go that was suppressing him and his emotions.

We told stories of our adventures since our last day together. Before my sentence was up, I handed him a small patch I drew on a piece of paper, and told him when he gets out, our dream has come true. Come home to me.. and Let Our Chaos Reign.

I was deported back to Los Santos after this last stint in prison.

I made sure to hand-deliver his kutte to his house the day I go back, waiting for his return.

I told Frankie and the Boys of my adventures, and they were pretty accepting of Baby’s kutte. On the condition that he earns it. I don’t have an easy mission for him when he returns, but it’s going to be chaotic nonetheless.

Till then;

Let Our Chaos Reign