I remember you, mate.
Though: this is not the Order, nor it is Cerberus. We don't have the equipment you guys have had there. We fix the ships with duct tape and have barely enough to eat at times. It's your descision.
I love the idea of havin' someone around who's able to not lose a wing, a gun or a mine dropper once a day.
Bet the old man's thinking the same right now.
Your choice. A life with top geared, well trained pilots, or the life of a hated and hunted man, surrounded by pilots who rarely know how to fly.