So, been out and about. Not too much happened. Had some fun with a local bit of Junkers. Played around with their enabling behinds a little bit before a more savory target came along. An Interspace pilot decided to shoot me. It was bad enough that his ilk was responsible for my wife's death. So, I wanted to blow him up. I did.
Prior to that, I had gone to New York to stir some people about the atrocities that Interspace has caused. While there an interesting person came by, by the name of Vixen... She had acquired about 50 Xenos pilots from the hands of Junkers... And handed them over at no price. She paid over 5 million for them all. I will remember her kindness.