There I was, merrily flying along, mapping the system, when I jumped into Omega 15. I was instantly set upon by four Corsair battleships and over 200 Titan fighters. Having bravely fought off and killed most of them, I was finally downed by a missile from a dying fighter in his last attempt to get me. Thereafter, I was tractored in by an very old junkers pilot and dropped off at a base. After a few days spent in recovering from my near death wounds, I was able to be up and about and headed for the bar, where I spoke to some pilots who advised me to go and see the ship dealer and see about a ship. After having lunch in the bar, I strolled down to see the ship dealer, whose name I think was George. Anyway, after having a chat with the ship dealer I took out my Old Age Pension Concession Card to see if there were any deals going for OAP's. After haggling a bit, the only ship he thought suitable for an OAP, was a wallowing old Ravens Claw that he was desperate to get rid of. It looked a bit beat up, but I agreed on his price and, having bought the ship, went to the equipment dealer who managed to patch it up enough to get me back to my home base. On the way home I did not linger as I was still suffering mentally from that tremendous battle I had with the Corsairs.
Well having made it back to base, I had to report to the high heid yin, whereapon he demanded to know why I was flying a ship that was not issued to me, well after a bit of flannel, I was admonished, told to get rid of it, I pleaded for the old rust bucket which I had grown to love above all other ships, which I was going to rename the Firefox, but to no avail, it had to go in the meantime, untill the case is brought before the high counsel of the faction leaders, I shall have to wait for their decision on the clasification of the ship
Oh I forgot to mention, while I was in intensive care, the pilot who rescued me came to see me. After thanking him for my rescue, I asked him to sit and we had a blether. He told me he is the janitor at the hospital and was out keeping his hand in at flying when he found my escape pod. He was badly disfigured and had had an arm replacement. I asked him what happened and it turned out his name was Clint. He used to be a top LSF agent and he was the one that had stolen the Ravens Claw from the Kusari, but the liberty goverment were trying to keep a good diplomatic status with the Kusari, so denied any knowlage of the fighter. Their press let it slip to the media that the plane was stolen from Russia by a mearcenary, and that they would hunt down the pilot concerned. Knowing he had a death sentence on his head, he decided to steal one of the ravens claw and make a run for it. He was spotted and was chased by an LSF ace who managed to get the better of him in Omega 15. The ship was almost completely destroyed and he was left for dead. He was found by the Junkers. Well you know the junkers, they will salvage anything lying around in the debris fields. They did a bit of reverse engineering and rebuilt it as a war plane for themselves, but not being clever enough to put it back together in its original state. They found it was unbalanced and under powered, but still a good looking ship, and some poor sucker would pay a lot of money for it based on its original reputation. They found it quite profitable so continued to turn them out for the market.
