Pixar walked into the lounge area, his eyes scanned the crowd and they stopped on one fellow sitting alone in the corner. He walked over and sat down.
"Aint you gonna order a drink." said the figure.
"I`m not staying", said Pixar, and he leaned closer.
"You sent me a message that you`d found my uncle. What is it?"
"You aint gonna like it kid, your uncle is dead."
Pixar looked down, "I thought as much. I sent him messages and he`d not replied. It wasn`t like him not to reply."
"Kid, there`s work for you with us if you want it." said the figure, "Your uncle would want you to work for us."
"My uncle was a pirate, he hated the LSF, why would I want that much attention"
Pixar turned to look around the room. LSF officers and pilots were busy drinking and guffawing and generally enjoying themselves during their time off.
"The LSF killed your uncle Pixar. I think you know why, but thats irrelevant. You`re a skilled pilot, we could use you. Besides, some in the LSF are corrupt, you can`t trust some of them, so trust none of them. They`d hunt you down and kill you just for calling them names. Join us Pixar."
Pixar stood up, tears began to show in his eyes, "I`ll call you, John. Tell mum I love her." He began to walk out through the thinning crowd. John called out after him...
"Pixar, your uncle. You should know. He was...." but the last words of the sentence were drowned out. Pixar stopped but did not turn round.
He whispered the words "I know. God, I know....."
Then he left.
In actual life every great enterprise begins with and takes its first forward step in faith...
