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Hello there!

How are my old partners doing?

I guess I owe you an explanation.

Remember when those black leather, spikes fetishists kidnapped me? Although I made quick work of the guys who were keeping me on that space station, they were just a skeleton force, their leader was away with the rest of the crazies.

I vowed to take them down and make them pay for what they were going to do to me, and that's exactly what happened...mostly.

Let me explain:

This is one of those times when fetishists are a godsend.

There was this guy talking about his recent torture video purchase over his PDA back on Barrier Gate.

I "asked" him to hook me up, he didn't know where the weirdos were, but I burrowed his PDA and paid a Lane Hacker to trace the conversation.

This led me to an obscure space station in the icy nebula of Omega 3.

Using the Lane Hacker's technological expertise I was able to fake my identity, and pose as someone interested in taking part in these videos.

Their leader agreed to meet me face to face aboard for an interview.

I was met by a squadron of heavily armed guards, obviously a professional security company. These guys make a lot of credits with their trade.

He must have recognize my face since the last time he wanted me in one of their vids.

They were quick to stun me unconscious and put me in a cell.

That's where I've been most of the time.

They were going to torture me, but one thing led to another and I managed to convince them to work with them instead, that the last time was a misunderstanding; drugging people and closing them in crates is not an effective way to get someone to cooperate.

They still kept me in the cell when I wasn't being used for a video.

One time the guy in charge of producing the videos must have been drunk or something, because he thought it was a good idea to give me a stun baton to use in the production of the videos.

They brought me to a room with this poor sob bare naked, chained to the ceiling and crying for them to stop while two guys were already electrocuting him, I guess they were getting tired and needed a replacement.

The two guys moved aside to keep an eye on me, the leader and the others left and these two pointed their camera to me.

I used the baton on them, and convinced the poor sob to work together with me in taking this leader down.

He said he was in no state to fight and begged me to get him out, I tried.

To cut it short, me, the sob who was hiding behind me and the fetish group had a firefight, and once I shot their leader between the eyes, I made a run to my Roc only to find it filled with explosives.

I made a run for the other side of the space station and glad I did, because I must have stepped on something, I guess the explosive's guy's remote because they all started beeping all at once and then they blew up my beloved Roc, at least that beauty of a ship went out taking half of the space station with it.

This sob was a pansy who won't stop crying that he wants back to his ship, now, I was going to escort him out but then he let out that he was the pilot of a stargazer.

The stargazer only has one seat...so...I couldn't take him with me, he would freeze to death in the cargo hold without any body protection.

That mercy killing was the best deed I made in a while.

So, here I am now, stuck on Barrier Gate with someone's Stargazer.

Redfire out.