The Colonial Outlaws

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[font=agency fb]It all started as a joke. Young and naive, we tried to make easy money. This was 17 years ago. I won't tell you much about the past because it's not that important but the present, well, the present is a great story that deserves to be told.

Like I said, 17 years ago, Arty, Peter and Charlie started smuggling weapons outside the Republic. We were selling the small arms to gaians, mollies and even corsairs. Thing is, we made a mistake and we were caught. We spent 15 years on a prison liner. During the time, we realized the wrong doing and decided to help the Republic after we get out.

And now, here comes the actual story. After we were set free, I managed to raise enough money to buy an old bomber. With it, I started to hit the traders that were passing the Taus. Thing is, the fleet found out about this thing as well and tried to capture me. I managed to flee. They lost my track somewhere in Tau-29. I managed to get to Baffin where my ship decided to shut down all systems. Of course, this also was a great time for a small ion storm to hit me. I ended up away from the navigational pathway, with only the life systems online. But faith smiled upon me and a Zoner patrol destroyer found me and repaired part of my ship's engines. They even offered me a temporary home on one of their bases. After I discussed with their administration and assured them I won't hurt them or their friends, I went to the repair bay and fixed this ship.

Now, I also informed Peter and Charlie of where I am and if they want to join me, to take a transport and to make sure they're not followed. I don't want the colonials to find out where I'm hiding. Meanwhile, I'll take the ship out for a spin in Liberty. I'm sure I can find something there.