HAH! WHOOOO! yeah, I'm so damn happy I could almost... ALMOST hug an outcast... for twenty creds... and a case of fine drink...
What do I find when i reach Sheffield but some of my old training mates and a whole bar-full of rowdy raucous bastards ready and rearin to toast anything and everything! Not to mention... mmm... some of the female hunters, *makes a hissing noise* man... I'd have loved to get under the hood on some of those killin machines, know what I mean? hahaha!
But, Biggest news is, they pulled out my old wrecked Manta, patched her up and set her on the pad, pretty as a new penny!
*he coughs back something... almost like, tears?*
Yeah... eheh... uhm... well, since certain naval pilots been givin me flack for flying a guardian as an independant patriot, I decided I'd switch out my personal equipment and ship the fighter back... She was a fine vessel, served me well, but maybe she can serve some bright eyed young recruit at west point better. Anyways, party's over now, work you know... always gets in the way.
Heading back to Liberty space... Home...
Somehow though, it doesn't feel as much like home as it used to though. Saddens my heart to even say it.
*he sighs*
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.Cowboy : Back to being a bounty hunter due to Liberty politics, Flies a manta.
Gyrfalcon: The bounty hunting Bretonian corvette. At least, it will be if approved, Flown by "Cowboy" also.
LNS-Patriot : The little gunboat that could.... and then someday will be a beautiful LABC.
Freebyrd.II : insane trader/geneticist who has a whole hydro lab in his ship, he designs and grows his OWN.
Sky.High.Marin : Corsair praetorian pilot, with a love for fuzzy dice.
Kane.Taggart : Mad scientist in a hacker gunship being a buccaneer of the spacelanes.
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