So, I was attempting to improve my flight skills in kyushu by running sorties out of the Nagumo: When I came across a dedicated protector of kusari who was handsome and friendly, namedJunichi Daisama.
We fly together for a while. But this gentlemans' manner reminded me of Steve's attentiveness, and I mused when I should have been concentrating on scanners.
From the lane emerged a mandalorian tagged eagle, She had a hold of plutonium 4 liberty police and 4 civilian pilots on board. Her name isLilian Isadora, and she seemed offended when I assumed she was bretonnian; of course: she was here to claim a paltry bounty - not to make nice - she gave me relationship advice nevertheless.
I must say: the mandalorians mercenaries are very polite and civil for someone in the employ of the enemy. So, she first suggested I come quietly (impossible of course), and Daisama (despite calling me a "submissive" woman) was quick to my defence, and charged heroically.
The opening salvos were more devastating than I'd anticipated and despite my best efforts; I was unable to track the mercenaries ship: she made short work of Daisama, and even shorter work of me. In the last fearful moments, as I heard that terrible and familiar crashing on the hull, I made for the lane.
I screamed in frustration and shame as she made her final shot with a wasp: destabilizing and destroying my ship. Her parting words were advice: to be with someone who has faith in me; those words rang hollow within me. What had I done to deserve anyone's faith? I didn't even have faith in myself, and rightly so it would appear. This is the second of the infamous hunters to have destroyed my ship and shamed me on the field. Two of us could not match her, and I despair at what may befall me. I can no longer show my face in public; travelling hooded, avoiding glances.
