At least we've returned in one piece from Bering... I have an explosive mixture as crew, we found a bounty hunter wing, and Nick decided to attract them to us provoking them, then started to give me waypoints to dodge their fire behind the rocks, meanwhile, Helen started shooting them down as they were crossing her line of sight... Not bad, but I'm afraid that Nick could be right when he said that she was a psycho... I've seen her smiling, while shooting at the escape pods before I could recover them. I asked her for that when we returned to the shipyard, she was still smiling, seemed happy... She jumped close to me and took the cigarrette I had over the ear. "Well, the jerk of Ray told you that I was autist, and I'm not, I only hate people... Oh, since I do not hate you so much, make an effort so that I do not hate you more: my name is Helène, not Helen okay?" If that will avoid that she could try to kill me, can be done. Her smile vanished when Ray appeared, he tried to contact me when we were in Bering, but I was too busy to answer. "Where the hell were you? Why did you refuse the communication link?" I told him that we were busy, but he didn't care. "You've taken much longer that the expected, I was waiting for Helen, I had a... work for her." Then I saw that he had a whip behind him... I started to get angry... I told him that since she was part of my crew and we were working, he couldn't force us to get back at his will, but he didn't tend to reasons: "She is my property, and she will do whatever I say" He grabbed the whip, and instinctively, I drew my gun and aimed to his chest. He won't hit her... Not in front of me. Ray left, threatening me, saying that we would talk later and blah blah... I don't care about someone that kills or tortures other people, unless these people are under my command, that's something that I see it as a direct offense towards me, something that I don't allow anyone to do without a response. While all this was going on, Nick has changed the light configuration of the ship... I like the style, although the docking lights almost can make you blind if you look at them direcly.
I finally talked to Ray, I found a solution for our problem: I paid for Helène's freedom... It has been really expensive, but is good for him, as he got almost three times the money he paid, it's good for her, since she's free now, and has also been good for me: Helène requested to keep forming part of my crew, which I accepted. After all that, I started to look for Nick, I haven't seen him for a while... I found him behind a ventilation hatch, he was crying. "After all, seems that Helène was right... My father is lost by Cardamine... " He clenched his fists so hard, that I thought that his fingers would break, then he dried his tears and looked at my eyes: "There's nothing left for me here, what's next captain?" What's next? I didn't know what did he mean... well, I knew, but until he's an adult, he'd need his father approval, something I later knew that he had been working on. A new time opens in front of me, I feel it... Nick told me how needed are handheld weapons in the Omicrons, a shipment of Black Market Light Arms from Rochester to Freeport 11 would be really worthy... Time to move out. When we got to the ship, we found Helène, with her knife in one hand, and a paint bucket in the other one. "I'ts said to be bad luck to travel aboard an unnamed ship... I've thought about calling her Medusa, what do you think?" Medusa... I like it! As it petrifies enemy ships on sight... Nick seemed to agree with the naming too, we nodded, and she started to write the name in the ship's hull. If until now I've been unlucky, onwards everything will be awesome... I couldn't wait to launch: "Well, Nick and I have talked about doing a run from New York to Omicron Delta" Helène seemed pleased with that, so I kept talking "We will go direct to out goal, we will have enough time to ramble when we finish this, if things get rough, I want you with you eyes wide open, understood? Everybody behind the cockpit" Nick jumped into the ship laughing "They don't know the kind of badasses they're messing with" That's what worries me, you neither know it... although I think you'll be up to.