It's Difficult To Remember...

[Laz]

With his plans laid out in rough, but at the same time precise, detail, Leere set out. Having recently raided a small and vulnerable transport in Delta, his cargo bay was stocked for a few days so food was no issue. Leere was setting out to see how accurate his charts were, and how viable this idea was as an option to him. The only major downside he saw thus far was the cost for this. A small outpost wouldn't be impossible after all, but it would still be a billion credits, or within the region of.

That, however, was all just plans for the future. With his loss of his fortune, everything Leere owned was crammed into this small little ship as it dashed sneakily through the edge worlds. Leere had to be careful when traversing the unknown plains before him as all would take is one ship with a cloak disrupter and it was all over for him, once and for all. Leere slowly approached the swirling jumphole to the Omicron Delta system, he took in another deep breath as he knew he wouldn't return to Lost, not for a while at least. It was time for him to find a new hole to writhe in.

He didn't plan on going far, just find somewhere to reside while he did small scale scouting missions to update his star charts, that were no doubt out of date at this point, and search for potential locations for a future hideout he could setup. It's ironic that he thought about the future so much, taking his situation into consideration. He had no idea how anywhere apart from Lost and Delta had developed or changed so the Omicrons were like an oyster he had to open, and he had to be cautious and observant if he was going to survive.

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