01-09-2010, 03:09 AM
Gotta say, flying around the Sirius system isn't as much fun or as profitable as I was led to believe when I was a cadet for the LPI.
Having a bad temper and quick to lash out, I earned the callsign of "Click".
Hmmm, I guess even the LPI couldn't tollerate me so they kicked me out.
I went out to make some money as a freelance trader.
Due to no backing and very limited funds I slowly managed to scrape enough together for an Armoured Transport. Things were tough back then. Crews were often very wet behind the ears and jumped ship frequently. Perhaps something to do with the crap pay and terrible conditions on the "Timberwolf". Surely not the temper I dished out each and every day!
Of course, piracy is rife in the Omegas and, unable to afford escorts, I needed to limit my runs to Bretonia and Rheinland. I hauled Beryllium during those "odd times" when it seemed that part of Sirius "went to sleep". After 20 years slaving on meagre trade routes and six too many hijackings saw me apply for the only faction I saw as a semi-protection, the TAZ.
This was a double bonus for me, I was able to trade a little more freely whilst trying to rid myself of my volatile habits. This was looking promising. I was making a little more money and able to upgrade the "Timberwolf" to a Train. Helping others around and between freeports also started mellowing my nature.
One fateful day (yet another fateful day, actually), I was caught up in yet another hijacking. Again the rage came to the fore and I almost succeeded in dispatching at least one pirate VHF before, my ship was captured. Locked in the cargo hold, my ship was then used to ram a base by some suicide pirates.
I do not to this day remember how or why I survived. I found myself in hospital for 35 days and after recovery went to pick up the pieces of my life and livelyhood only to find everything I had worked so hard for over those 20 something years was gone. All of it. My credits, my ship (no insurance), my very existence it seemed.
What's an angry man to do?
Calm down adn start over.
That's all. Not easy when everyone still calls you "Capt Clicker"!
Still, another 10 years, working for a savvy and very patient trader saw me almost in a position to buy my own fighter. That's right. This time, the plan was different. I had revenge in mind!
I started taking jobs out of Sheffield Station in a rented Starflea to learn the art of (revenge?) dogfighting.
Collecting bounties on the riff raff of various Bretonia systems was one thing.
Finding myself up against Faction professionals, quite another.
The TAZ tought me to how to get calm, to be tenacious but fair.
Being an independant bounty hunter has tought me to be careful, tough and wise.
Together I believe that getting even whilst getting paid is the only way to go.
As an independant, I was always outnumbered, outgunned and, unfortunately out flown.
The rage was again building...this time seemingly under control...all the while the temper simmers just under the surface.
I'm sick of constantly being outnumbered and unbacked
Just a matter of time before the next "Click" I reckon.
I've applied to join the Bounty Hunters Guild. I have nothing left to lose.
Nowhere else to go. No-one who would or could care to understand me.
Just fine by me.
Let's just see how that goes...
Having a bad temper and quick to lash out, I earned the callsign of "Click".
Hmmm, I guess even the LPI couldn't tollerate me so they kicked me out.
I went out to make some money as a freelance trader.
Due to no backing and very limited funds I slowly managed to scrape enough together for an Armoured Transport. Things were tough back then. Crews were often very wet behind the ears and jumped ship frequently. Perhaps something to do with the crap pay and terrible conditions on the "Timberwolf". Surely not the temper I dished out each and every day!
Of course, piracy is rife in the Omegas and, unable to afford escorts, I needed to limit my runs to Bretonia and Rheinland. I hauled Beryllium during those "odd times" when it seemed that part of Sirius "went to sleep". After 20 years slaving on meagre trade routes and six too many hijackings saw me apply for the only faction I saw as a semi-protection, the TAZ.
This was a double bonus for me, I was able to trade a little more freely whilst trying to rid myself of my volatile habits. This was looking promising. I was making a little more money and able to upgrade the "Timberwolf" to a Train. Helping others around and between freeports also started mellowing my nature.
One fateful day (yet another fateful day, actually), I was caught up in yet another hijacking. Again the rage came to the fore and I almost succeeded in dispatching at least one pirate VHF before, my ship was captured. Locked in the cargo hold, my ship was then used to ram a base by some suicide pirates.
I do not to this day remember how or why I survived. I found myself in hospital for 35 days and after recovery went to pick up the pieces of my life and livelyhood only to find everything I had worked so hard for over those 20 something years was gone. All of it. My credits, my ship (no insurance), my very existence it seemed.
What's an angry man to do?
Calm down adn start over.
That's all. Not easy when everyone still calls you "Capt Clicker"!
Still, another 10 years, working for a savvy and very patient trader saw me almost in a position to buy my own fighter. That's right. This time, the plan was different. I had revenge in mind!
I started taking jobs out of Sheffield Station in a rented Starflea to learn the art of (revenge?) dogfighting.
Collecting bounties on the riff raff of various Bretonia systems was one thing.
Finding myself up against Faction professionals, quite another.
The TAZ tought me to how to get calm, to be tenacious but fair.
Being an independant bounty hunter has tought me to be careful, tough and wise.
Together I believe that getting even whilst getting paid is the only way to go.
As an independant, I was always outnumbered, outgunned and, unfortunately out flown.
The rage was again building...this time seemingly under control...all the while the temper simmers just under the surface.
I'm sick of constantly being outnumbered and unbacked
Just a matter of time before the next "Click" I reckon.
I've applied to join the Bounty Hunters Guild. I have nothing left to lose.
Nowhere else to go. No-one who would or could care to understand me.
Just fine by me.
Let's just see how that goes...