Last thing you've heard form me was about that recon mission in Gallic space, right?
You won't believe what happened:
I reach Freeport 6 to pick up the ship after receiving the keys.
I walk towards the docking bay when I see the shadow of a man creep out of sight.
I get smacked behind my head and pass out.
I wake up barely breathing inside a wooden box, dressed in some kind of black tight outfit, no idea how long I was out or what happened to me.
I open the box just enough to creep around and see a guy looking at himself in the mirror, I jump out of the box and rough the guy up, hoping for answers.
He starts screaming for help so I break his neck.
I took a look at myself in the mirror and realize that I have a mask on with spikes on it, they made me a gimp, great.
I take the mask off, and just before I could get a moment to breathe, two other guys rush in with electrical sticks, I tackle one of them and cut his face open with the mask.
I grab his electrical stick, stab the other guy and insert the stick in his wound.
While he was twitching, I was beating answers out of him.
As it turns out, they were part of a gang that kidnaps people and makes videos of them being rapped in all sorts of weird ways.
He assured me that they did not do such thing to me because they want their victims to be conscious so they can scream on video.
That's the only reason why I cut his neck open and left him there to bleed near his mate instead of skinning him alive.
I searched the place for my possessions, and grabbed a shuttle.
I am now en-route to Freeport 6, hoping my ships are still there.
For the record, this is the mask that they put on me: