An armorless Flea? Now that I think of it, it was really suicide to fly that thing! But I seriously didn't care back then, it felt good to be back in space, even though I had no actual memories of being in space before then. Even more stupid was trying to get rid of bunch of Rogues in that ship! Mk2 Lavablades are cool if you ask me, So bad I can't use 'em anymore, heh! Krakens sure make up for them! So, there I was, chasing four Rogue Bloodhounds who, I still don't know why, were running from me. Well, they meant a fresh 400k for me, which made me chase 'em anyways! Was a nice firework, and a tense one to say the least! Guess what? A single flea is more than a match for four Bloodhounds if you know how to fly it. Guncams were saved and a grin was on my face, as I flew back to Erie. So, after the Universal dude paid me, I took off for New York. Funny thing was, I remembered the way, didn't even had to check the NavMap to find which way to go. 'Yeeeeeehaaaaw!' I shouted out as I entered the jumpgate, heh, Silly! But it felt good. New York's system comms were just too crowded you couldn't make out a single word off it, 'Like always!' I remember telling myself, and exactly remember how surprised I was, as I asked myself, 'Wait, what?!' and started laughing. I was happy for no particular reason, I believed being back in space was a good enough reason to be happy. View of Manhattan closing in fast as I took the lane from Westpoint was exciting to say the least.
Nothing really special happened for a few hours, I was flying around New York aimlessly, trying to figure out what to do next. But surprise! Few hours later, three Rogues in Wolfhounds knocked me out of lane on my way to Pittsburgh - That's not a really fancy planet, but they have some damn good drinks in the bar -. Guess what? They had found their buddies who I sent floating around in pods, and were there to 'Teach me a Lesson'..! Now that could've been a problem... I mean, seriously, a flea against three Wolfhounds? Not a chance! I was lucky that this Merc who called himself 'Phoenix' jumped out of lane soon after they had attacked me. Thanks to that guy (Who, when I think about it now, wasn't really that much of a fighter, just had better ship) I managed to survive that fight and we flew to Pitts from there. "You fight pretty well in that junk!" He told me, and then offered me a job which although sounded pretty lame, but was my only chance. He wanted me to join his little merc gang and help him collect on bounties and do some escort jobs to make some cash, and he offered me 2 millions as a head start. I was like '2 millions? Wow!' But little did I know that within less than a year, I would be one of the richest men in Sirius! So he got me a salvaged Guardian from a Junker and I put some Wildfires on it... Really nice guns!
But yea... Flying a salvaged Guardian around Liberty was not a good idea. Every single Navy and Police were asking me to return the ship to Norfolk and get back in my little Starflea, which made me move out to Rheinland, without remembering things will get even worse out there! Well, I returned to Liberty within a week and me and the 'Phoenix' dude escorted a few transports and blasted a few 'Reds' to get our hands on some money. But the whole time, I didn't really feel good about all that 'merc gang' deal. I was looking for a chance to put enough cash together and move on. My Lucky day came faster than I thought, I was flying around New York on my own, when I ran into these two transports who were looking for an escort... So, I jumped in their convoy and made 3 millions after a long trip. Then I returned to Liberty and bought myself a Camara to get some money out of the scrapfields around Pitts - That's were I made some Junker friends who helped me a lot after that. Hmm... Now that I think about it, I might actually buy a Camara again and put it in the hangar. That's a pretty nice ship!
