Sometimes the daredevil racers that speed along the trade lanes get cursed by the Pilots and Navigators in the big, clumsy Transports most used by the companies.
And seecretly they all dream about owning a racer themself, about being free to speed up the lane no matter what happens behind them.
But some *Truckers* fly different Ships. Not quite as lame even though they still rightfully count as Transports. Or they even fly smaller, more agile Freighters.
Use the same tricks that speed up the engines of lighter vessles to tune and pimp up the performance of these spacecrafts, for much the same reasons.
Because it´s their ship. Their baby. Nothing is better, nothing can beat her...
And sometimes : both sides meet.
FynnMcScrap had heared much about the Archangels Club, and had missed the last race organized by these light fighter fanatics only because he had not been able to free the time, with the Haven´s daily chore taking so much of his time.
But he had found a good and reliable Skipper for the Tinkers.Pride in Cpt. Bailey, and so he had been able to do the thing he loved most :
Fire up the engines of his sturdy and much overworked CSF, turn the Cockpit away from the lanes, and give her full power to ride outwards.
He had had some com contact with Sunny, the AFC´s President, in recent times.
Famous name, and good reputation. Reliable and known to steer the three Chapters of the AFC with insight and Inspiration. And so, as he happened to know that Sunny had his birthday , he hopped his CSF through several gates and holes to gather up a nice load full of Presents.He wanted to have a chat with the AFC´s Leader. And also he was curious about the fabled Blackport66.
So after some errands his pockmarked CSF was flying through the dark Nebula till he finaly reached the signal beacon he was searching for.
And soon after he had landed at the base and was unloading the cargo with the cheering help of some AFC Pilots. What a party !
Soon stories where exchanges, and legends told. The runs, the races.
The best pilots out there... and the worst.
Fynn felt at home quickly. Even if the jokes about his *slow and sluggy monster of a Truck* would probably never end. Oh well, they all cheered as he offered to haul any short lived engine boost back to base for free.
After all... scorched plastic did´t have much mass and would not sell well as scrap.
Sunny and Fynn managed to chat later next morning, after the party had shifted to the races and at least some of the Archangels had left.
And so...
next day Captain Bailey steered the Tinkers.Pride off the Lane in Kepler with a full load of Reinforced Alloys for Blackport.
So if a Trucker greets a Racer, both sides know :
The lane is their realm, and they have friends along the way.