A Neohpyte's Vocation

[UURich]

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The Rogues took me in after a number of Pirhanas and a few Patriots spun out of control. Other Rogues took my captured, corrupted pilots from my hold and sold them off as their own. Vultures. Maybe the move was part of out mercy, maybe they needed a warm body for some of their missions. Soon they turned.

I walked the escape pods through the cargo hold on Buffalo base and the Brigmaster gave me a toothy grin. The next few days meant I was bringing in a few pods to him and his imps. I don't think they were expecting quite that kind of welcome home message while still being deep in Libertyspace. I felt warmer yet still not vindicated. I had to leave Libertyspace and find a home beyond these core worlds.

I kicked the Starflier to the side and found my grips around the stick of a Dagger. It cut around the debris surrounding Buffalo Base like a sculptor's tool. I would be keeping this vehicle for some time. I fitted it with some simple equipment until I reached my destination a few systems away.

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