A Junker's Travels

[Thexare]

(// Before I begin: If you want to add something, contact me first; most of the time, though, the way the story's being told won't work well with that. If you want to use one of the names in here, I'd also appreciate asking first, as I intend for at least one to become one of my characters, and others already have been.)


Alex Marcello's Gitano-class fighter, equipped for station defense.

My father was a mechanic, like his father, and his grandfather, and... Yeah, you've heard this before. I didn't want to do that, though. It's an important job, don't get me wrong, I just want to get out. I always feel crowded in this station. No room.

So, in the process of fixing ships, he salvaged a few things. Told the original owner they wouldn't work anymore and they'd have to buy a new one. He knew what he was doing, so they did. He fixed up the old ones, and set 'em aside for my ship. A broken Crusader's maneuvering thrusters, a salvaged J7P-7Q-CM2 power core, and a thruster ripped off a Lane Hacker's Dagger. Some guy named Escher. Wasn't too happy, not that I care.

Once the ship was put together and a few Barragers were slapped onto it, I started doing a few odd jobs for the Junkers to prove myself. There was a Xeno that'd been harassing our CSVs out in the Jersey field, Wayne Garrett. Officially, this Xeno is now dead. Unofficially, he's enjoying fine Junker hospitality. Only the best of what a Xeno deserves.