Mr_3ppozz

[Mr_3ppozz]

After a few days of travelling, Mr_3pppozz got himself a big fat bonus from his faction leader.

"For all your good services" was the comment.
At last, he got the money for a Large Train in Newcastle, he immediatly headed for Planet Cambridge, and got himself some passengers, planning to take them to Kusari Space. Just a few kilometers for Planet Cambridge, he picked up a freighter on his scanner. As it got closer it was "Monad", someone he regularly met in space, and tagged along for some trade route's.

They decided to meet up in the bar. After a couple of drinks and a lot of catching up from the past weeks, the found out that they were on the same mission, making a quick buck, and dont get in trouble too much.

So Mr_3ppozz again tagged along with Monad, and they found themselfs heading for the Omega-5 systems.

"The first thought in Mr_3ppozz's head was: OMG were are we going this time."

Hopping along with Monad, they went through Omega-5, through Omega-41 into Omicron Theta.

When Mr_3ppozz docked, his mouth fell open, "LOOK AT THOSE PRICES" he yelled.

Having said that, he escorted the passengers out, and loaded up with a cargo bay full of Alien Organisems.
Back to Cambridge.

Doing this for a couple of times, and you got yourself a quick buck, all you got to worry is the radiation sickness but take your meds and your okay.

Withing a couple of days Mr_3ppozz found himself having of 50 mil of credits. At first he didn't quite know what to do with it, but at the last few runs he did see a whole bunch of pirates, his ship was badly damaged more than once, and he even had to pay 2 MILLION CREDITS!!!! to get through alive.

He asked around here and there, and he found out about some bases selling Gunboats, big, bad, powerfull and not that expensive.

He decided that he should get one, at all prices. So he docked he freighter, got a transport to the Sigma 13 system. There he hopped in his VHF, with 4 credit cards in his pocket. 40 million credits he thought, never had 100 credits, and now im walking with 40 million credits.

He got in his VHF, sold his credit cards, and was glad he had it back in his neural net. On to the Texas System. At planet Houston he got in to his very first GunBoat. The only thing he could think of now is blasting the wild and the nomads out of the sky. Se he planned a course to the Omicron Minor system, because he heard from several people there that they have been attacked more than once by those damned nomads.

It were a fun few days, he blasted more than 60 nomads out of the sky in just 2 days. But still he wasn't happy, all he saw ware Fighters, where are those Gunboats and Battleships. He layed out a course to an "unknown Jumphole" but what he found there, nearly blasted him out of his boots. From the first moments he got out of the jumphole, he was surrounded by nomads, it were over 20 fighers!!! He tried to blast down as many as he could and get in to a piece of open space, where he could bring the fight back to them.

The battle lasted over 2 hours, but he made it. Blasting down 26 nomad fighters and 4 gunboats.
He had his fun more a couple of weeks. Somewhere in the distance, he saw something that could be a planet. What is that? he asked himself, after setting up a course there, something happened.... its getting darker?.... WHATS HAPPENING!!!!!..........
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