The Road

[Ronnie Fisher]

January 15th 823.
16:44
Planet Pittsburgh, New York

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Finally, c'mon you piece of garbage. Fly, let's go... yess!

From that moment I knew I was free, I knew that I will never come back, I knew that they will pay.
My life was a misery, I was a slave, but nobody knew that, why? Because they kept us as a secret, deep inside the planet, where miners were, we worked as slaves. We had no rights, we had no say... but I managed to free myself, I managed because I'm smarter than all those slugs out there. They thought that they could do all those things without me noticing one day. I knew about the supply convoys that were coming to bring us goods. I waited and analysed things every single......day.
Packed the only thing that I've got, my computer... *grins* the day has come for me to leave this place once and for all. I sneaked to the hangars where ships of the guards were. Garbage models, cheap for cheap bastards like those fat... creatures. I hacked the ship and managed to unlock it within few seconds. The ship's cabin was full of stench, urgh... I think I puked few times before I left. When I lifted the ship and started flying towards I believe it was the exit, the guards noticed me and started chasing me. My left wing was damaged as I was dodging the shots whilst flying trough the giant planet miner.

Of course I knew where I was going, at least when I left the planet Pittsburgh. Although semi-dead as my ship was heavily damaged, I used my computer and went to the Junker base in the debris field - Rochester Base. From what I've heard, Junkers are friendly people... at least if you're not a terrorist.
't was hard, I had no food no money... only a half-workin' ship which let's face it wasn't worth one damn dinner. I had to try something. million things were crossing my mind at the time, yet I had to do something in order to survive. No one told me that being a free man is not that easy. At the local hangar I was going here-and-there when, one old man ask me to help him with something. I said sure why not, maybe he will give me something in return and I was damn right. The old man agreed to take my ship, said he could use some parts to build himself a ship and whatnot. So in exchange for my ship he would give me not so bad ''Combat Service Vehicle" . I straight up accepted the old man's offer gave him my ship.

"Combat Service Vehicle"...huh? Judging by these weapons... it's not so "Combat" ... but certainly better than that old piece of... junk that I stole. I exited the station and went to find a job.

Let's go baby!