Breaking the Spirit

[Heresy]

It paid to be a Freelancer in this territory. The BAF were stretched thin as usual, resulting in lucrative rewards for any man willing to bet his life that he could best a wing of Corsairs in combat. It was a tough job, but those who work hard get paid well. Timothy was suddenly able to afford luxuries he couldve only imagined. A spacious and well-kept house, authentic black marble flooring, lavishly decorated curtains and carpets, comfortable armchairs and a very large holo-projector. As the money kept coming, so too did the luxuries.

Cambridge seemed to be his lucky break. Even though the odds had been against him, his skill in a flight suit, and the money that had been left to him by his sister, had allowed him to build a life for himself that few Leeds-born Bretonians could experience in their lifetimes. The rolling plains and soft meadows of Planet Cambridge were a far cry from the sooty mines and chemical atmosphere of Planet Leeds. It almost seemed unreal to Tim.

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