He'd bought the vessel from a drifter he'd met after a few rounds on Newport and he thought the deal was too good to be true. When Ernesto had taken posession, he had to wade through the trash, empty bottles, and various debris aboard and managed to fly the vessel into a remote corner of Sigma 13, where he killed the engines and swept and threw as much as he could fit into the main airlock and jettsioned it into space. This took three or four rounds until he could finally see every surface of the ships decks again. He reasoned it was worth it though, by getting an inexpensive vessel- more could be saved towards the end goal, the dream, the thing that had stayed with him since leaving his mamma's apartment.

Now, with this final job he'd just finished, after 7 long years of doing grunt work, side jobs, Freelancer hauls and whatever he could find on the neural net, he had enough. He was going to make his Dream a reality- and bring the finest foods to Sirius- well, at least to the his home region for now, Sirius later. Hopefully. He was going to make her proud.

The smile on his face was ear to ear as he plotted the course. Ernesto looked up from the data screen and noticed his half eaten Manhattan Munchie bar from this morning and grabbed the snack and scarfed it down, thinking about how great it would be to finally run his own restaurant.