Phoenix

[Rodent]

Once outside, D'Souza shook his head. He missed his family terribly, but they would not, could not understand that duty came first.

He walked slowly, limping slightly. Funny thing was, he had no place to go, except back to Toledo, and he had no intentions to go there, as Doc had thought.

Limping to a public terminal, he accessed a secret account that he had maintained, for an emergency. It did not have much, but it'd get him off the ground. A quick visit to a used ship dealer got him a decrepit Eagle, about to fall apart. He had his fair share of experience with ships, though, so it wouldn't, not after he fixed it up a little.

Now he just needed to start from scratch, find someone who would help. That was the toughest part. Most of the people who would help him were in the Corsairs, or The Order, neither were an option. He racked his brain for any spare scrap of information that would help.

Need someone to pick up a stray...Ah.

He patched himself in his Eagle, opened a comm channel and fired a message. It was a very long shot, but better that than no shots at all.

I could use some shots myself... He thought wryly as the Eagle launched into space.