"That guy"

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Stranded in the docks of Buffalo, without anything but clothes and a small bag, the confused stranger walked upon the corridor which lead away from the hangar. Passing the people who mostly stared at him with a raised eyebrow or a frown, the person in a rather uncommon looking flight suit eventually reached the bar. Being the only place the man wanted to reach, he soon ordered the first drink. The situation was odd. Staying on a base he didn't know anything about made the confused man feel unwelcome and wrongly placed. There were questions in his head nobody would probably understand. They would probably see him as a maniac or worse and would kick his butt from the station again. Without a ship, that would be fatal. So there weren't many choices.

In the same evening he learned that the base was frequented not by pirates only. Those people who stared at him before were the Liberty Rogues. Those guys without a job and no money, were his thoughts in the first place but shook it off after looking at himself and his situation. Yet far from the business going on in the docks, the confused ended up in a group of pilots at midnight. Not like he wanted to stay long on the station either, he proposed them a deal. His life for a 'short' amount of time bound to one of their ships, one of the Liberty Rogues'.

There was made a bet. If he would win, the ship would be his very own. Otherwise he'd be bound to the pirate 'organisation', the Rogues, bound to a tracked ship with explosives that could explode at their will. But it was a deal.